I may have achieved lucidity for the first time, but I really am not sure. I remember waking up around 12:30pm and trying to recall my dreams. As I was doing that, I obviously dozed off again. I remember standing in an elevator. All of a sudden I realised that I don't live in my old apartment and that I couldn't possibly be in that particular lift. I was aware that I am dreaming and I started rubbing my hands straight away. As a matter of fact I think I constantly rubbed my hands, afraid of waking up. I didn't seem to have any control over what I was doing though, and all I remember was flying. Flying through endless dream landscapes. They didn't make any sense and were pretty random, really. I remember waking up then. It was 13:20pm. |
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