Thanks for the welcome, this seems like a cool community.
 Originally Posted by Moonbeam
:We'd love to hear about that last dream if you feel like sharing it.
Sure. I'm sure a lot of people have had much more interesting experiences, but for me it felt quite amazing, since it was the first time I've done anything in a lucid dream that would be impossible in real life. I found it's quite different from it happening out of your control... it's satisfying, and a lot more fun.
I was walking along a hallway that opened into a kitchen and dining room, when suddenly I became aware that I was dreaming, though, like usual, there was no apparent reason for it. I generally wake up, or feel myself losing control, but this time everything felt very natural, I was sort of relaxed the whole time.
In the dining room there was a man seated with his family. I decided that asking one of the dream characters for some advice might help me, and instantly the man got up from the table and shook my hand.
Talking with him was weird, it was sort of an out loud thought process.
I asked him, "what exactly are you, some part of my subconscious or something?"
"Well since you don't know a lot about dreaming or the subconscious, I can't really answer you, but we may as well go with that and figure it out later."
So I asked, "how come I can't do anything while I'm lucid, can you show me how to do some cool stuff?"
"You have to realize, that technically, by asking me, you aren't doing anything different than you would be if you did these things by yourself. It's all just thoughts... so hows magic powers sound?" (which happened to be, of course, exactly what I wanted.)
We went outside, and proceeded to make some wind by thrusting a palm out, and shouting "Hyah!"
I asked, "all the theatrics aren't really necessary, right? I could just make it happen?"
"Of course, but you'll have way more fun doing it this way"
Then I pretty much just played around making wind, trying different stuff with it for the rest of the dream, always with some elaborate motions to go with whatever I as doing. I stopped paying attention to the guy, and never really saw him after that.
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