Milestone! But still a bit confused...
I just woke up from what may have been my first lucid ou quasi-lucid at least. It all happened so fast I had no time to take a good look around and see just how "real" it seemed... Add to that the fact that my awareness in non-lucids can sometimes be kind of sharp - if you read my first post here on DV you know what I mean - and I'm now feeling somewhat confused about the whole experience.
Anyway, I did reach a milestone - it was the first time I did an RC in my dreams, something I was beggining to doubt would ever happen, so... Yay! :boogie:
Here's what happened.
I woke up and wrote down my dreams of the night. They were broken up here and there - the usual - but there was this one I forgot. I had this image and was trying to recover the story from there. At the same time I remembered a nasty problem I have to solve. Between those two ideas I unexpectedly ended up falling asleep again.
I went into dreaming again, too. On the second part of the dream I was with this guy on the stairwell in my building. We were going to eat outside but I realized I'd forgotten to bring the butter and had to go back. I was annoyed by it, and also feeling dirty and tired (I'd been cleaning up the house on Part 1). At the entrance of the corridor there was a mop leaning against the wall. I decided to duck under it and then thought why not go on walking with my hands on the floor as well. I was getting this kind of perverted pleasure out of being silly.
So I start walking on all fours, just goofing around, and then I see myself moving slower and slower as if my hands and feet didn't quite touch the ground and just gently slid over it.
I think I went "Hehe! I'm I dreaming? Let me check my hands!" :D
I looked down, really hard, at my hands and tried to count my fingers. I started to count 6 on my left hand but the number kept changing before my eyes even without counting. So weird!
I straighten back up feeling somewhat lucid and see that the corridor now has a door sized window on my left, opening up to a street I've never seen before. At the end of the corridor, past my door, the are to figures - one white, one black. The white is closer and I think it's just a pile of rags, but the black is something alive with red glowing eyes, keeping to the shadows. It reminds me of a hasty sketch of a robed Sith I once saw.
I'm getting real scared of the thing even though I realize that it's my anxiety over my problems that conjured it up - that thing is my fear!
Now, I never have nightmares but I used to - vivid ones, all the time - when I was a kid. I definitely don't want to be in a lucid nightmare with this creep and so I will it to go away. I focus on it but the dream is unstable, it seems to, I don't know... flicker... around me.
Next thing I know I'm back in bed. Everything seems normal but I know I'm still dreaming. I look down at my hands again and this time my right hand looks long and deformed with 3 cilinder-like fingers. I try to get up and "clarify" my dream but I can't move, it seems.
I figure at this point was begining to get conscious and my awareness was extending to the real world, just like it happened on my other dream.
I look down at my hand again. I can feel it in front of my eyes, but I can't see it, just the bed cover (I wonder if I had my eyes open :shock: ). Then a slight contour shimmers into existence but it's gone again in a split second. I find myself shouting "Clarity" and "Lucidity" several times, just using the words to stay focused, but it's no use. I wake up then, still mumbling commands. :oops:
The text is a bit long but it all happened in just a few moments. 3 hours past it just feels like a normal dream. What do you guys think?
