Okay, so finally, after a week of WBTB'ing, with no hope, I did a WBTB this morning, with a 2 hour break. Had an AMAZING lucid dream.
I went to sleep at ~11.30pm, woke up at 5.30 and stayed awake, reading about dreaming etc until 7.30 and went to sleep. I put the SaltCube timer (http://www.saltcube.com/timer.swf)
on to start at 60 minutes, and then trigger at 8, 16, and 20 minute intervals after that.
When the 60minute timer kicked in - it felt as though I had only been lying there for about 30minutes, my body was doing all kinds of strange vibrations and hypnogogic imagery was at an all time high. The timer went off, and I realised how deep into SP I was. (This is where the dream starts)
I started to see a shape take form, it looked like a chromosome, changing from pink, to blue, to green and back to pink, aswell as shaking and shivering across my eyelids. I reached out with my dream arm (note, It was all dark besides the chromosome) and grabbed onto it. It disappeared.
Immediately after, I felt all my limbs start to flail, as if I was falling down an infinitely dark, bottomless cavern. I started thinking "Okay, the dream is about to start, I have to remember to focus. Im dreaming... Im dreaming.."
I was suddenly inside an unfamiliar kitchen, talking to two men, unsure who they were. I realised I was dreaming and told myself to stabilise the dream via activating senses. I knelt down and started to touch the lino floor. I remember saying "Wow. It feels so real!" There was some water on the floor too, I rubbed that in so it spread across the floor. Amazing, haha.
The dream clarity increased 10-fold. Feeling stable enough, I stood up and began to walk out.
Two women from my work came through the door at the end of the kitchen. I said "For fucksakes. Its a weekend, this is my dream and I dont want you here!" and walked past them. I turned around straight away, they had disappeared (Hahahah) Upon opening the door, I was on a beach at some beachside restaurant. There were about 7-8 people outside, sitting at tables. The sky was slightly grey and the ocean somewhat choppy and violent. It was here that I decided to try flying.
I stepped up on a table and told myself I was going to fly. I jumped. I noticed that I was the air for a ever-so-slightly longer time than I normally would have been, other than that, I just landed on the ground.
Being still very lucid at this point, I reassured myself - "No. This is a dream. MY dream. Anything is possible."
I relaxed and stared at the distant mountain, put my hands at my side and started to focus on flying.
Here, I noticed all the people around me had stopped talking and were all staring at me, silently.
I relaxed even further, realised I had now obtained all the power and began to rise. The more I rose, the faster I got. Until within about 10 seconds, I was in the upper atmosphere, with ever increasing height and speed. I was laughing with joy at this point. I looked forwards, the Moon, growing closer and closer. I noticed I couldnt control my speed, so I put my fist out, flew straight into the Moon, blowing it up.
Ecstatic, I lost control and the dream faded.
SO damn excited to do this again tomorrow morning!
I realise now I have to keep reminding myself I am dreaming. And also to engage my senses much more, so I can appreciate the dream environment more. (I think everything seemed grey and boring because I was more focused on touch?)
(Note - Engaging the senses are my main concern at the moment, so thats Touch down, 4 to go!)
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