In the past, especially in my pre-puberty years, I used to lucid dream without having to even bother trying. I'd simply realise towards the end of my dream that I was, in fact, simply dreaming. Instantly, I'd attain the powers of a god. Once I called down a storm from the skies, or just flew over the sea.

It has been a long time since those days.

Not too long ago, I started reading about lucid dreaming again. I always used to try and recollect my dreams anyway, so I had a good dream memory in the first place.

Nonetheless, I wanted to truly control and restart the experience.

I bought a metal pendant the shape of the Maltese cross. Look it up; it's very pointy. I didn't do this out of any belief that it would make me lucid dream!
I bought it because of the sharp points.
Whenever I moved at night, it would prick me, and I might wake up for a split second or else it would just influence my sleep. It managed to make me lucid dream.

My first lucid dream was very brief. I always wake up shortly after.

I was standing in a town with architecture much like the old style of my homeland, Malta. The instant I realised I was dreaming, claws sprouted out of my feet and hands, wings burst from my back and I erupted into a demonlike aberration and took off flying into the sky.

The scary thing is that I did not make a conscious decision to turn into a beast like that, I just turned into it thanks to the knowledge that I could assume any form I wanted. So it was not actually a conscious decision, even though I willed it.

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I do, however, have a little problem while lucid dreaming.

Since dreaming works on the basis that what you believe will happen happens, I have gotten into an awkward cycle. I want something to happen in my lucid dream, but I think that it might not happen as a result of me thinking something else will happen, because I know that what I think will happen will happen.

In practice, I could not control my flight as a demonic figure, and kept crashing into things until I woke up. That was because I felt I was not fully in control, as if my doubt was making me believe I would fail for certain, and thus I did.

*Deep breath* Does that make any sense?