 Originally Posted by nothin7
Another couple of you mention that you have short attention span while lucid. Can you remember any concrete examples that demonstrate this?
Here's an excerpt from my dream journal. It's one of my very first lucid dreams. This actually describes two of the phenomena I described, namely reading fine text and a diminished attention span.
10/26/05
I see a light switch on the wall. Bingo, that's a good test; I remember the thread going on at Dream Views about controlling light levels in dreams. I walk up to it and flick it to turn out the lights- nothing happens. I decide, however, that it wasn't really a fair test, because I'm in a totally unfamiliar place, and I can't really visualize exactly how flicking the light switch would affect the room. I don't even know which lights the switch controls. I decide to repeat the test in a more familar location. The first place that comes to mind is my room at my Mom's house. I decide I'll teleport there by dream spinning. I focus on the location and start spinning.
When I stop spinning, I'm right where I wanted to be. I look around... my room is just the same as it should be, nothing that I can notice is out of place. Unfortunately, I get distracted from my light switch task when I notice my alarm clock sitting on my dresser; the numbers are scrambling and shifting EXACTLY like in the movie "Waking Life." I let out a small laugh; it really does look exactly like the movie, they really nailed it. I decide to find some small text to read. I take a book from my book shelf, open it and lay it on my desk. The lines are moving around the page, overlapping each other and changing. It's hard to focus on. I look around for something else to try out... at this point I've completely forgotten about the light switch thing.
Here's another excerpt which illustrates faulty logic (believing that a DC was an actual, dreaming person) and me being unable to remember my personal lucid tasks.
7/30/06
The first memories I can recall are in my old middle school. I'm already lucid. However, I think it was a low level lucidity, because I had a sort of "dream companion" with me, and while I was lucid enough to realize that I was in a dream, I apparently wasn't lucid enough to realize that the dream character (who was named Rick, a guy who I met in middle school, incidentally, but who I never really liked) wasn't a real person. For some reason I thought that he was lucidly dreaming with me, and that we were "sharing" the dream. Anyway, parts of the school that I'm in are like the actual middle school in waking life, while other parts are totally made up. It's very crowded, as if it's between classes. We are walking through the crowds, not really doing much, just talking and checking stuff out, being lucid. We arrive at this commons area. I'm trying to remember my lucid tasks, but once again, I can't for some reason. The closest I can come is that I faintly remember that one of my tasks was to visit a specific location, but I can't remember what location that is. I bring up the idea of teleporting to some distant location to Rick, and ask him for ideas where we should go. "Let's go to the Bahamas," suggests Rick. That sounds like a pretty good idea to me, so I agree to it.
And finally, here is an excerpt which illustrates the tendency for my DCs to become passive once I become lucid, essentially just props.
8/04/06
When I step outside, I notice that my house is now directly across the street. I am baffled- I distinctly remembered their house being 4 doors down the street from mine. It occurs to me that this could be a dream, and I should probably do a reality check. I pinch my nose and breathe- it works. I am dreaming. I marvel at how real it all seems. I turn around and look at the mother and father and say, "This is a dream." They don't even flinch. Instead they turn around and calmly walk back into the house without closing the door. I step back inside and follow them into the living room. I address the group (which for some reason now includes a midget guy), "What would you say if I told you that this is a dream right now?"
Nobody responds, or even seems to care. "I'm serious," I say. Still nothing. I look at the midget and say, "Hey, you. Does this feel like a dream right now or real life?"
"Real life."
"Okay, well, check this out." I stretch my hand towards him and focus on lifting him into the air telekinetically. He rises up about 10 feet in the air, where he grabs the top of the entertainment center against the wall and pulls himself to it. I stop lifting him, so he's now on top of the entertainment center. The only reaction I get from him is a look of annoyance. Nobody else seems impressed either.
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