Around 6 1/2 years ago (15 at the time), I was at home watching tech-tv and drinking a hot, fresh glass of tea, doing nothing more than relaxing after another day of school. I was getting bored, when suddenly they brought out a guest who began speaking about the ability to consciously control every aspect of your dream, while being aware that you were in a dream. He called it Lucid Dreaming.

The idea was so amazingly simple, and yet, it had never occured to me. Control over your dreams. I was amazed and excited. For the next 2 years, I devoted thousands of hours to Lucid Dreaming. I am by no means a natural Lucid Dreamer. I am much more comfortable with math problems than with artistic expressions. But, I worked hard and had much success.

However, it was a lot of work. My dream journal was several hundred pages thick...some dreams alone were 6 or more pages. After high school, I moved away and began college. Holding a job and attending college was tough, and Lucid Dreaming became secondary...then, I stopped all together.

Even though I no longer practiced lucid dreaming, I still had random lucid dreams for the next 4 years. Not often, and not very good quality, but lucid. Then, in January, I had the greatest Lucid Dream of my entire life.

I dreamt that I was in control of an army of zerglings (from Starcraft). But, to command them, first I had to make it to my castle where they were waiting for me. I snuck around a bit, hiding from the enemy zerglings while slowly creeping toward where the castle was. Finally, I arrived. But, to my dismay, the castle was overrun with the enemy zerglings. My zerglings were trying to fight them off, but without me there to command them, they were being decimated. I tried my best to thwart the attack, but I was defeated and killed by the enemy zerglings.

I appeared back at my starting position. I had to make my way back to my castle before the enemy could overrun it. I started on the same path I traveled last time, but quicker. Suddenly, I was walking into a town which looked exactly like the town I spent half my childhood in: Jackson, Georgia. Except there were giant ultralisk-like creatures roaming around. Somehow, I knew I had to defeat them. I was about to continue onward when something caught my eye. The main road in Jackson is extremely straight, so you can see way to the other side of the town. I was staring down the road when three beings came into focus. They were riding motorcycles and heading straight toward me.

At this point, the dream had changed drastically. It was no longer about Starcraft, but had become the beginning of what could have been a nightmare. As they raced toward me, I somehow knew that they were demons, and they were going to kill me. I had to escape, but suddenly I was riding a motorcycle straight toward them. I paniced. I must avoid them, somehow. We drew closer, and I could see that they were enjoying every second of this. Just as we were about to collide, I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I was still driving.

I had that strange fear, like you know when you turn around, it's going to be there. Sure enough, when I turned around, there he was. Before I could even finish turning my head, he grabbed me and off the bike I flew. It felt like we were travelling through the air at 200 mph. He was above me, holding me by my shoulders. I, in turn, was grasping his shoulders with shaking hands, not wanting him to let go for fear of plummeting to the pavement below. As we sat there flying through the air for what seemed like an eternity, I peered at the demon. It was in reality just a shell; the real demon was inside. The demon shell opened its mechanical mouth, and I could see eyes peering back at me from the darkness within, mocking me.

At this moment of shock and horror, something snapped. Instantly, I became lucid. Maybe it was the intense emotions and vividness of the dream, I don't know. But what happened next was nothing short of the greatest experience I've ever had in a dream. Being lucid, I knew this demon was a creation from my own mind. I stared at the eyes in the mouth and simply said "Fuck You". I then tossed the demon into the road below and floated effortlessly onto the ground. I turned around, and the demons were gone. I let off a loud yell, demanding that they come back for more, but all I got in return...was silence.

From there on, I simply flew around the sky of my dream world, filled with a sense of accomplishment. Soon after, I woke up. Although I had gone to bed late that night (around 2 am), and I had only been asleep for 2 hours, I woke up with nearly limitless energy and enthusiasm. I cannot even begin to explain in words how I felt, but no feeling, no drug...NOTHING has even come close to making me feel such euphoria before or since. That was what got me back into Lucid Dreaming.

I know I went a little (A LITTLE??) overboard here. I don't know why exactly. Maybe it's because I have once again begun to slip on my lucid dreaming practices, and I just needed to re-experience that fateful dream once again. The point is, I have noticed quite a few people here posting about how they are returning to lucid dreaming after a break. I was just interested in why you're returning. What made you go "Man, I want to lucid dream again."

Anyway, lucid dreams forever~