Hello

Thought this would be a fitting place to keep a dream journal. I have always been prone to lucid dreaming, but have found in the past five years or so they have been few and far between.

I started on monday to try and attain lucidity and was suprised with how quickly I fell back into it. It didnt last very long because I got way to excited.

Tuesday(5/12): I'm in my old house on Crocket court. My mother is there. My old Dog Bo is there too. He is what triggers it. Bo has been dead for the last 4 years. My mind tries to transform him into a different dog, but seeing him is enough to get me to test reality. I stick my tongue trough the palm of my hand. Somehow my eyes are able to see my tongue sticking through the back of my hand. "I'm Dreaming!" The sound of my voice is clear and that wierd sense of space and thin atmosphere pops into my awareness like a jack in the box. Bo has disolved into the background, But my mother is still there. I wisk her into the living room. I wipe my hand over her image, and like steam from a bathroom mirror she transforms into a grey manquin. I get way too excited and get pulled into waking.
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I think for my next dream I am going to concentrate on prolonging the exp. I was thinking I need a dream stopwatch I can concentrate on. The problem being I need to manifest something that measures time without numbers...Maybe an hourglass or a sundial. I guess we'll se how it works

Drew