You'll see why momentarily.

A friend from another forum introduced me to this site and I found the topic of lucid dreaming very interesting so I decided to give it a shot. Two days ago I began a dream journal, being fortunate enough to have a vivid dream the very first night, and filled out a dream sign chart in addition to doing hourly to half-hourly reality checks.

Yesterday I took some time to read your tutorials on melatonin and B-6. Now, me being a complete newbcake didn't want to go overboard so early by trying to induce lucidity through supplements. But, since my dad owns a pharmacy and I can get as much of the stuff as I want for free anyway, I went ahead and grabbed a couple bottles before leaving.

Last night I took 2mg of melatonin an hour before sleep and 50mg of B-6 right before bed. I set my alarm for 4:30am and went to sleep.

I woke up at the sound of the alarm (also noticing that I had missed a call I had been in such a deep sleep) and woke my mind up a bit before lying back down. I realize that trying to WILD on your second night is probably jumping the gun a bit, but so was my self-medication. Either way, it worked.

I went through the process of counting to myself and repeating the phrase "I am dreaming" over and over until I just fell asleep. The problem was that I didn't feel the sleep transition, I just went to sleep like normal. Then the weirdness happened.

My dream began with my eyes closed. I slowly opened them and there, standing in front of me with his stare focused on me was...not a familiar face...not a member of my family...but Satan! The devil himself was standing...apparently in my grandparents' house, as this is where my dream decided the setting would be.

The funny thing was, the very second I saw him my brain clicked into action and I said out loud in my dream "This is a dream!" and before the devil could react I screamed a war cry, grabbed his tail and started swinging him around like a flail, smashing through walls, tables, windows, throwing him down stairs, stabbing him...the prince of darkness was getting his ass handed to him in a most brutal, yet melodic way.

That's when my uncle walked in, asked in his perfect jersey accent "what's all the racket?" and I woke up, alone in my room.

Needless to say, I've put the tablets in my medicine cabinet for now. I just love you guys for teaching me how to have such a badass dream.