Thread: My Brain does not accept Reality - 2007 Dreams, Lucid or Not

Hello there! Here's my dream journal, and suggested by the title, there are dreams here lucid or not. The first entry:

My dream on the night of October 12, 2007 - Lucid

As, I gather, most beginner's lucid dreams are, it started as a plain, non-lucid dream. I was in a lake, chased by a manatee. This was no friendly manatee, or, as a type this, normal one. Out of it's nostrils shot foam. I presume it wanted to eat me.

Now we near the end of the normal dream. To escape the animal, I head underwater. There are all sorts of animals here, some that don't belong here. I see an armadillo, sitting still on a gray rock. Turn my head some more, I see a lion walking on the sea floor, following what looks like a squid. It seems to me, for now. But then, I notice my breathing. I breath with the most of ease underwater. Immediately at this observation, I recall my dream tests from the previous day. I return, above the sea line. At this point, I plug my nose. And, just like underwater, I can breathe as if nose was unobstructed! Here, I realize this is a dream. With most excitement, I shall add.

I have been reading and asking about lucid dreams recently, both online and in real life. I must say, it is lucky that I have a lucid dream on my first try.
Eager to attempt things I can't do in reality, say, flying, I swim to the beach. I note that the water was much thinner then normal water is. With this, I can swim faster.

When I reached the beach, I observe the dreamscape. It isn't an ocean at all, It's a lake. On the sides of the lake are hills, house, cottages and cabins. On my side of the lake it is more like a town, with a few shops hillside and a cottage only up the hill a bit. As my eyes met the sight of this cottage, I noticed a long balcony attached to it. I run up the hill and walk onto the balcony. Reaching out, high and long, it seems like a perfect place to do something I always wanted to do in a lucid dream:Fly.

Unlike other balconies, this one has no bars around it. I walk up to the far edge of the balcony, the side facing the lake, and jump into the air. Flying is much easier then I imagined, as all I had to do was jump and simply choose not to return to the ground.

As you can imagine, taking flight independently can be frightening for the first time. I glided I few feet around the balcony, but became scared and returned to the ground. I note that I had the greatest of ease returning to the ground. After gathering myself, I took a serious attempt at flying. Once more, I walked to the far side of the balcony, jumped into the air, and took flight. This time, I didn't have the balcony beneath me.

I was around ten feet high at the time, more or less. But instantly after leaving the balcony, I went up. Not straight up. Just forward-up. I arose, around five more feet, then went straight forward. I couldn't control my speed, nor height. I could control "steering", however, going in any direction I wanted. My method of flying wasn't flapping or the "superman method", but rather floating, occasionally waving my arms as if I was swimming.

This was the first time I noticed the sky in my dreamscape. Like usual, the sky was blue. But the clouds were white and gray, as expected, but there were tan, and almost red ones. As I flew, I looked beneath me. There was trees, mostly Willow, and a wide sand bar, a few sand islands close to the shore. I decided I would try and explore the shore later, but at the same moment, I began to feel very tired while flying, and started to go down to the ground. Fast, but not straight down, fortunately, This was rather frightening. With very realistic flight, a beginner would expect a realistic, painful crash landing.

It wasn't painful at all, at least for me. I don't know if crashing if painful for others. When I crashed, I scoped up some sand into my hands. It was pliable, like clay. It appeared like normal sand, however. I shaped it to something almost resembling a cat, but stopped as I heard a voice behind me. "Flying is fun, isn't it?"

The character in my dream who said this was a man. He was obese, had dark hair that reached about an inch below his ears. The skin on his face and arms was the color one would expect a person to look like, but on the area of his legs just visible between his shoes and pants was green. When I turned around once more to reply, they were violet. My reply was simple. "Yeah."
Now that I am awake, I would ask more into it. His question suggests that this dream dweller had the same flight abilities as I.

Now I would explore, as my mind promised myself previously. I walked into the warm water and then walked onto a small sand island.

This island was very odd indeed. There was a very hard wind. A very, very strong wind indeed. Despite the strong force I felt pushing against me, I saw nothing on this island was affected. My hair remained idle. The grass and twigs on this island remained idle. As I pondered about this odd event, everything went blank. At least, when I woke up. This is, for now, all I can recall from my first lucid dream.

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I must add, my first lucid dream was a very successful one. Actually, to be honest, this wasn't my first. A few years ago I had a lucid dream, but out of excitement the first thing I wanted to do was test. I woke myself up. So, I'm saying this was my first. After all, I didn't try very hard for that first one.