Hello all,

After reading through the site and forums for a few days, I decided to register and figure a personal introduction is in order. I'm a university student, currently one semester away from a bachelors degree in physics. I've had occasional lucid dreams for about 6 years now (maybe 10-15 all told), although I haven't had one in about a year. I’ve always had pretty good dream recall and last year kept a dream journal to improve it. By a few weeks into the journal, I was remembering 5-10 dreams/dream snippets per night. I slacked off over the summer, though, and am now back to remembering only one or two per night. My first lucid dream was quite honestly one of the most amazing experiences of my life and forever changed my ideas about the permanence and immutability of reality. Recently, I’ve felt like I’ve been losing touch with that. I’d like to learn how to induce lucid dreams instead of waiting around for them to happen on their own (especially since its been a whole year since my last one). So that’s why I’m here.

Most interesting LD experience to date: I went lucid while standing before a barred window in an old, crumbling cement jail cell. I realized that I could get out then if I wanted to, but decided to wait around and see what happened. I knew the warden would be coming soon. And he did. I was led out of the cell by a couple of guards until I stood before two large double doors. The doors opened to a huge, white, brightly-lit room. The ubiquitous whiteness of everything made any sense of perspective difficult, but it felt like a school gymnasium—a very institutional one. A long table was set up to my right along one wall, and a panel of 10 or so people sat behind it. It suddenly hit me that this was my subconscious. I was inside my subconscious and I could ask it anything I wanted, anything at all, and the people before me would answer. I stood there, transfixed, completely amazed at my good fortune. Anything I wanted. So what did I do? I went blank. Completely blank—couldn’t think of a single question, not even “why am I so freaked out by spiders?” Nada. Nothing. At that point I lost lucidity, and when I awoke, I was frustrated with myself for a week. Ever since then, I’ve been trying to find my way back to that room.