Would have been about 7 years ago!Quote:
Originally Posted by Frosty3
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Would have been about 7 years ago!Quote:
Originally Posted by Frosty3
In my first lucid dream i did the obvious and immediately tried to spawn my former crush >.>. I ended up trying so hard that i woke my self up :(
I'll tell u two firsts 1 I didn't know what lucid dreaming was so I don't count this in overall count but basically I wondered down some hallway with a knife stabbing this family in each of their individual rooms but the first lucid dream I TRIED to have I just ran up to some guy like I'm dreaming! And then woke up from excitement
Well, I've realized I'm dreaming throughout my rare nighmares a few times, but the dream just ended there. The first lucid dream that lasted more than a milli second was about me trying to get my family to go somewhere, but they were too loud for me to think. The dream didn't listen to me :/
That is freaking hilarious.Quote:
Originally Posted by surimistick
My first was a nightmare. Someone told me to wake myself up when I was in a nightmare (I think I was about 7) after one of the most vivid and scary nightmares I have ever had. The next time I was in a nightmare I realized I was in a dream. i was stuck in this house with this eerie green glow. It took me about a minute to wake myself up. The whole time I was scared to death of something in the house. This happened with about four or five dreams, and now I don't ever have nightmares, no matter how hard I try. :(
I got my first lucid dreams after I had watched the Matrix. I thought really weird thoughts like "What if this world isn't real and what about Morpheus questions, can we really know when we are fully awake?" some sayd after wandering around being critical to the existence itself, I had a dream where I were in a fishing boat and my dad got a really big fish, then I started to think that weird stuff again "What if I was dreaming now? Haha lol what am I thinking, I am fishing with my dad it's obvious that I am awa.... wait a minue. I have never been fishing in my entire life. Where am I? Oh my god this can't be real I must be drea...." And I woke up of excitement xD
I did however incubated lots of dreams when I was a kid (Choose to dream what I wanted to dream). I remember incubating a dream about Harry Potter and I stood next to Ron and Hermione in the dream and well I realized it was a dream but didn't really cared so much I just let myself continue dreaming, so instead of getting excited I was more like "Oh my dream is more vivid now, that's neat..." and then I just continued dreaming normally. The incubation stopped working as I got older.
I didn't start lucid but I was a light on the ceiling of a blank white room and my dog was in there wearing a sombrero. She was walking around and I randomly became lucid. I didn't feel excited or happy because I knew it wouldn't last. Since I was a lit there wasn't much I could do so I made my dog stand up on two legs and talk in a British accent. I felt a need to make sure I wasn't going to be late for school so I woke up and checked the time, I still had 2 and a half hours I could have been lucid. :( that was my only lucid I have had in my life so far.
~pruzel
My first lucid that was really vivid and not a nightmare was when I was about 14. I saw the girl that I liked sitting a ways away from me and I started walking to where she was sitting. This kid next to me said "where are you going?" I replied "I am going to go talk to her, this is a dream anyways, so it won't matter." He stared at me, then laughed "Yeah, sure this is a dream." he said sarcastically. I was really confused and didn't know about RCs back then, so I stood there staring around me until I woke up.
I used to incubate dreams as well, back when I was much better at visualizing. I am almost as good as I used to be at visualizing, so I might start trying to do that again.Quote:
Originally Posted by MasterMind
I am 30 years old, a white male, and I live in Fairbanks, Alaska.
I only recently started the practices involved in lucid dreaming maybe 2 weeks ago as a result of a random search which turned out to inspire a great passion for the pursuit. I pulled my live-in girlfriend along for the ride and she started the practices as well only a couple of days later.
Aside from increasing recall rates and a noticeable increase in our prospective memories during our waking life, we had been unable to achieve lucidity in any dreams, but that was okay because we knew that it could take time.
Dream recall became very potent for me specifically as I began to remember as many as 3 very vivid dreams upon waking most mornings. It was rewarding enough in itself as I have always loved my dreams because they, almost without fail, play out like dramatic epics that seem fully formed with a beginning, middle, and end. I used to write them down a LOT as a teenager. I have a livejournal spanning several years that is probably 1/3 dream journal.
Anyway, I found myself lucid in a dream quite by accident, actually. I had just awoken from a particularly strange dream wherein my dog, Psycho (a little black and white papillon), talked to me whilst standing on the kitchen counter which is a place that he knows he aught never to be, but he is a little wild at times.
Anyway, not to get into that dream too much, when I awoke from that dream, I decided to try the WBTB/WBTS (Wake-Back-To-Bed/Wake-Back-To-Sleep) method, got up for a good Winter pee outside in subzero temperatures, got a drink of water, and then I stayed up for a few more minutes to think about my last dream and the SEVERAL dream signs that were present in the dream, determined to incubate the dream and return to it, this time to realize that I was dreaming.
Once I felt satisfied that I had done enough, I decided to go back to bed and focus on re-entering into the previous dream.
After a period of maybe half an hour or more, I knew that I was not going to make it back to sleep so, remembering the studies of dream telepathy I had been reading about in days prior, I decided to try to psychicly project the notion that my girlfriend was dreaming TO my girlfriend whom I found sleeping next to me, somewhat fitfully.
I began to focus on the mantra, "You are dreaming, Lynn. Know that you are dreaming."
I repeated this until...well, I do not remember stopping because my consciousness slipped right into a dream where I was still lying next to my woman only now my friend, Stephen, was lying on the other side of her, facing the flat-screen T.V. that is at the foot of our bed, watching some cartoon that I cannot recall now, but it was supposed to be funny.
We talked, but I could not remember what about once I awoke. He did say something funny about the cartoon which we both laughed about.
It was all rather odd because my girlfriend and I were completely naked as that's how we spend most of our time when we are home and we almost ALWAYS sleep naked unless it is just one of those -40 degrees Farenheight nights in which case Lynn will usually wear some light clothing to bed. So it felt normal to be there and to be naked, but not with someone else in the room and Stephen was fully clothed.
I remember thinking this was a bit odd, but I let it pass because Stephen and I had always been pretty shamelessly open with one another in the past and this sort of felt like it fit.
Anyway, after the joke about the cartoon, he suddenly grabbed my face, pulled my head close to his face so that my left cheek was close to his lips. That's when he began to kiss my cheek and say, "If only [My Name] were here!"
I didn't say it, but I was thinking, "Stop being weird and what are you talking about? I'm right here!"
Lynn was asleep between us for this entire interaction.
After he let my face go, I felt the urge to get out of bed, get dressed, and get things set up for Lynn and I to start our respective days so that she could just get out of bed and have an easy morning of it. I like to do things like that, at random, because I like her to know that I still care.
Upon getting out of bed, I realized that I was still naked and that I should get dressed or Stephen would be embarassed by my nakedness.
I reached for some clothes hanging over the back of our black recliner next to my side of the bed, paused in mid-reach, and decided that it didn't matter and opted to remain naked as I went about my morning efforts.
I remember noting that none of this illicited any kind of response from Stephen, who was still on the bed, watching T.V., and I looked back at him just to be sure he wasn't freaking out.
Instead of seeing Stephen's shocked face which I had been expecting, I find him rather casually sitting up, facing the T.V. and eating a plate of food which I had cooked the night before (Jasmine rice, green lentils, and black turtle beans all mixed with a bit of ketchup, egg, and hotsauce). It had been intended to fill a burrito, but he had spread it out like a proper meal and added some bread on the side with some tea.
It didn't bother me as I consider myself to be a good host and I take pleasure from insuring that my guests have all of the comforts that I can offer/they can accept so I was merely pleased that he was enjoying a meal that I provided. It did sort of bother me that he hadn't asked, the dish seeming to have just appeared there.
He motioned to the slanted ceiling above him at the construction paper that we had cut out in big block letters using negative space on black paper so that the white of the ceiling would show through in contrast even when it wasn't very light in the room. We had made them to say, "What Was I Just Dreaming" in fancifully curved and varied ways so as to stimulate the artistic side of our brains while also stimulating the logical side. Anyway, that was the intention and I quickly explained it to him because he loves art and is an artist himself. He thought it was pretty cool how we had used blue for the "What" and deep purple for "Dreaming" in order to make those words stand out to the eye when all other words were on pitch black backgrounds.
I feel something tugging at my mind. I feel strangely about our interaction, but I can't place why.
I shrug it off and walk to the stairs at the far wall and, preparing to walk down them, I had a sudden urge to jump down halfway while holding the railing with my right hand. I have NO idea why I decided to do this.
So I jumped and, to my surprise, I began to float. I floated well past my intended landing place, continued past the final step before the middle landing, and then, as I was about to touch down on the middle landing, my body slowly spun around while, simultaneously, my arms and legs began to move into the position I knew that I had fallen asleep in. At that point, I had set down on the middle landing, on my back, and I could not move even a finger. Something was dawning on me as I thought about the thought of how I knew this was the position I had gone to sleep in.
I thought, how could I be aware of that when I was awake?
The floor felt cold and the darkened bottom floor beyond the middle landing was dark and forboding, but I felt courageous in the face of the twinge of fear that I felt when staring out at it. I continued to think about what had just happened and I realized that my friend, Stephen, was more than a thousand miles away and could, therefore, not be sitting in my bed, eating my food. Furthermore, I realized that the only time I had ever successfully floated was in my dreams where I had done it countless times that I could remember.
With a sudden and inexplicable surge of anxiety, it dawned on me. I was actually dreaming and lying in my bed in the exact position that I found myself in right then and there.
Now a strange thing happened to me because what I found was that, upon becoming aware, this world felt WAY too real to be a dream. How could I be dreaming when I felt my body, felt the all too familiar winter chill of a barren dry cabin ground floor, and I could neither see nor feel a single thing that should distinguish a dream from the waking world? My consciousness actually doubted the validity of my statement that this was just a dream, but I knew it had to be because I knew that I had just floated and I knew that Stephen lived in Juneau and not in Fairbanks. I HAD to be dreaming.
Once I became clear on this, the anxiety melted away and was replaced with the most intense excitement that I have ever experienced. I was lucid in my dream! I had done it!
"Okay, baby steps.", I thought.
You might think of baby steps and assume that I would merely lay there and grow accustomed to the realness of things, but, apparently, what I meant by "baby steps" was that I should try to unfreeze my paralyzed body and attempt to get up.
I felt my limbs loosen and a heaviness lifted off of me.
I stood up and found myself, awake, lying in my bed next to Lynn.
Wow!
What none of the literature or CD's or even other peoples' stories prepared me for was just how REAL it would seem. Oh people had said as much, but nothing quite conveys just how that actually plays out to your conciousness. I found the idea that I was actually dreaming so unlikely given the sensations of the world that I almost lost the lucidty due to it. I had even chided myself for making such a rediculous assertion in the face of overwhelming facts to the contrary.
More to the point, when I awoke from the dream, I actually did several reality checks because of how real the dream had been and I no longer felt any true certainty that I could be sure that I was ever truly awake. The dream had showed me how silly I have been in all of my assumptions about daily life and what I believed to be the "real world". How could I be so sure? Nothing and I mean NOTHING about that dream world failed to feel as real as anything else that I have ever experienced. The only things that exposed it for a dream was my complete recollection of my waking life circumstances and my understanding of the waking life "laws" of physics.
I will never feel the same way about being awake again. Not ever.
All I can think about is that I want more. More!
My first LD was a couple years ago when I didn't know what lucid dreaming was. I had cone home from spending the day at water park. I had a lot of fun and was really tired. That night when I went to sleep i was dreaming about riding on something called a flow rider at the waterpark and i didn't realize I was dreaming but I could control my dream and it was very vivid and the scene didn't change for like 5 minutes. I woke up and was really excited then I closed my eyes again and imagined the dream scene again and went right back into it for a few more minutes. It was awesome. Just learned what an LD was like a year ago but didn't really try til a few months ago and now I want to have one again so bad.
I used to have very small lucid periods in dreams before I knew what lucid dreaming was. There are only few that I can recall vividly. In one, I was standing in a past home's driveway and I just knew somehow that I could fly if I really concentrated. There was someone standing with me, and I asked them to interact with me in order for my body to liftoff I guess. I would launch but couldn't keep myself in the air. After a few failed attemps I would wake up very confused. Like I said, I had NO IDEA what I was doing at the time. Another experience was a kind of reoccurring dream(also before I was aware of LD) and it was like I was waking up, then I would go to my bedroom window, I would open it and that was the only part where I really gained awareness, and the dream would go normally where this dragon would appear and take me to the place where I grew up as a young child.
Pretty strange to think about now that I'm researching this. I have become really interested in lucid dreaming recently and I plan to start a dream journal, and try to start inducing LD's. :content:
it was a WILD.