Thread: Inheritedlaugh's Workbook

October 31, 2015: I can't believe it, but I had THREE lucid dreams this morning. THREE!!! I got to bed late last night, at around midnight, and I woke up when my alarm went off at 5am. Let the dog out to pee and cleaned up some cat vomit, then I went back to sleep with ear plugs in and eye mask on. My attempt at FILD was only succeeding in keeping me awake, so I just rolled over onto my side and told myself that I wasn't stupid, I'd notice if something was strange about the dream world and I'd do an RC to confirm.

Unfortunately, I barely remember the 1st lucid dream now. I hate that even lucid dreams can be forgotten that easily!

Spoiler for 1st lucid dream:

I recall that I was outdoors, perhaps at a children's playground. Green and blue were prominent colors. At some point I did a nose RC and I could still breathe. Lucidity was very low though. I didn't try to stabilize and I just continued to follow the dream's plot. However, things became very vivid near the end. There were lots of stray cats around me and I was marveling at their beauty. One cat in particular -- a kind of mix between a tabby and a Siamese -- was just absolutely gorgeous and so soft to the touch. I wish she were real!

I woke up right after this and excitedly realized that I'd had another lucid dream, woohoo! Determined to have another one, I went directly back to sleep. This second lucid dream is NSFW at the very end.

Spoiler for 2nd lucid dream:

This one began as a false awakening. I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen for some coffee. The house was dark and felt more like evening than early morning. My father greeted me from the top of the stairs -- he was surrounded by boxes full of Christmas decorations, he having apparently dragged them up from storage. That should've been my first clue, but no, it didn't at all phase me that my dad was getting Christmas stuff out on Halloween... The dream shifts to a later time and I've just helped him decorate the tree in the dining room. At this point I do a nose RC. Not sure what triggered it, perhaps it was because the tree was set up in the wrong location of the house?

In any case, I became lucid. And I was also much more aware than I've been in my past lucid dreams. I marveled at how crisp my surroundings appeared to be and I understood that my brain was fabricating everything I saw. The dining table was covered in a dusting of cookie crumbs, and it looked so REAL. The light from the ceiling lamp was reflected off the table exactly like it does in waking life. I brushed my fingertips through the cookie crumbs and I could actually feel each crumb drag across my skin, as well as the coolness of the table beneath them. Not quite the strength of sensation it would have in the waking world, but close.

At the end of the dining room was a wire shelf full of merchandise, as if my house was half-store, half-home. I walked over to it and read the packaging on what looked like a child's calculator. The writing was just barely distorted -- two letters mixed up, or a dash replacing a single letter in a word that was otherwise understandable. It struck me as absurd that my mind could recreate cookie crumbs on a table so accurately, but would blunder up the spelling in one word.

I may have lost lucidity briefly here. Next thing I know, I was trying to leave the house (and the front door/entryway looked nothing like it actually does). My dogs kept getting in my way, and my small white dog was filthy, like he'd been out rolling in crap. I angrily shoved him away from the door and then immediately felt bad. I thought to myself here, "I don't want to become violent even if it is a dream, this is a place with no consequences and that shows what kind of person I really am."

Once I got outside, I saw that everything was covered in snow; it appeared as if it were the middle of December. I also noticed that I was on the wrong street. It looked like the street my maternal grandfather had lived on. At this point I think I doubted if I was in a dream or not, so I looked at my hand (the first time I can remember doing this RC in a dream). My ring finger and middle finger were fused together up to the first joint, and the ring finger was shorter than it should be. It looked so weird and cool!

So...I'm outside, what am I going to do now? I remembered my dream goals, and decided that I wanted to find my dreamworld best friend. I saw a couple of little girl DCs walking up the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. They were dressed in blue winter coats and gloves. I shouted out to them, "Where is my dream best friend?" They pointed down the east end of the street, and I thanked them. And I was still amazed at the strangeness of my hands, so before I turned away from the girls, I held my palms out to see if they'd react to how bizarre they looked. No reactions at all, they didn't care.

I began walking in the opposite direction, towards the east. As I did so, I noticed that I had no pants on. Um, weird, but I was glad that I at least didn't feel cold. And I also noticed that the windows were lit in one of the houses I passed by. This was my maternal grandfather's house, and inside I could see my step-grandmother, my aunt, and my uncle sharing Christmas dinner together. I felt momentarily offended that my family was excluded, before I reminded myself that it was just a dream anyway. (I've never been close to that side of that family. I think this may be where those dreams about me being an estranged aunt come from. I don't want to be like that with my own nephews/nieces!)

I continued onward. When I reached the top of the street, I kinda forgot who I was trying to find, and this triggered memories of the dream I had recently with Robin Williams. "It would be cool to see him again," I thought. But then I remembered that I was trying to find my dreamworld best friend, and pushed R.W. out of my mind.

I turned onto a different street and saw another DC -- a guy, perhaps in his 30s, going for a late-night jog. I was going to ask him where my best friend was, but I ended up slipping on a patch of ice and falling onto my naked rear. DC guy leaned down to help pull me back up. I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I had no pants on.

At this point, things turned NSFW. The DC guy mirrored my awareness of the no pants situation, and he said, very suggestively, "Can I...help you?" I remembered readings reports of people seeking sexy goals in dreams, so I thought, eh, why not. So he helped me stand up and then he began tugging at his blue sweat pants. He pulled me closer and started acting as if we were having sex. But I couldn't feel anything except for his hands on my shoulders. It seemed very stupid. I was waking up too, so I grew irritated and told him to hurry on with it already, I had other more important things I wanted to do in this dream.

I woke up at this point and was left with the impression that sex is a waste of lucidity. I then tried to go back to sleep again. My third lucid dream begins with another false awakening, but was a lot shorter.

Spoiler for 3rd lucid dream:

I woke up and decided to get up for some coffee. As I walked around my bed and headed for the door, though, I felt unusually groggy. It occurred to me that I should do an RC just to be sure. I did the nose one and could still breathe, so yay!

When I got to the kitchen, it was the wrong one -- this kitchen was the same as the one in my childhood home, not the house I live in now. My dad was in there and was making coffee. I really wanted some, but I didn't want the caffeine to wake me up. Then I realized -- duh -- dream-caffeine isn't real and will not make the dream end. So I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and walked over to the coffee pot. The pot looked very strange, like a brown ceramic pitcher. It also already had cream and sweetener in it, which I thought was peculiar, since my father doesn't take either and I only rarely do. But I was informed via dream telepathy or whatever it is that my father had been given expensive coffee creamer as a gift, and was trying to use it all up before it went bad.

I poured myself a cup of this coffee and tried some. It was hot and delicious, and I could feel it running down my throat. Some other stuff happened after this, I think, but I don't remember anymore. The scenery in this dream was pretty vivid, but I didn't pay as much attention to my surroundings as I did in the second dream.

EDIT: Wait, I just remember what happened after the coffee. HA! I was still lucid and tried to seek out my dream best friend yet again. But instead of attempting to find DCs to ask, I just told myself that there would be a text on my phone telling me where my friend was. I grabbed my phone, and yes, there was a text (marked as already read). It said: "She is at Lara's house." I don't know anybody by the name of Lara, so I began typing a response: "Where is Lara's house?" But the damned "E" key kept turning into "£" or "3", and I thought, you stupid dream brain! How hard is it to create a simple letter?! I lost lucidity shortly after this, and just had a weird dream about helping my ex-best friend's mother plant venus flytraps around town.