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More success this morning, in the possible form of a dream within a dream.
As usual, I put on the headphones and the CD, and went back to bed, this time paying more attention to the music instead of my lucid-intention mantra. In a surprising twist, I dreamed that I was in a bed trying to induce lucidity in exactly the same way, with the headphones and the music which was playing through into the dream. The bed was outside on my back garden back home, and even though trying to sleep under the open sky was lovely, it soon started raining. I sighed, got out of the bed, took in the laundry on the washing line so it wouldn't get wet, and entered the conservatory to continue trying under the shelter of a roof.
The next bit is kind of fuzzy, but I was soon aware that I was dreaming. Maybe I got to sleep in the dream and entered lucidity that way? Regardless of what happened, I was now walking up the garden with a portable DVD player bag, conscious of my dream state. The music could still be heard, and I walked with large, slow, deliberate steps, paying attention to the garden around me. I could even identify the particular track on the CD that was playing, and roughly how far I was through it. (Suggestion: Maybe this could be a new means for timing your lucid experiences?)
I came to the fish pond at the top of the garden to look at the fish, and they all had slightly bulging eyes, looking kind of goofy.
After that, I ran back to the bottom of the garden, throwing my clothes off as I went, and then walked through the large glass door into the main room of the house. Inside, I tried to manifest one of my friends into the dream by expecting to see her around the corner in the next room. Sadly, this failed, and I entered my bedroom, where I contemplated jumping out of the window and flying. But I decided against it for some reason, and instead went into my brother's bedroom.
He was sleeping in his bed, and I shot through the air above him and out the window, looking back to see him looking quite shocked. I popped back inside the room again through the window to shout "Boo!" but my voice failed to work. I now seemed to be frozen floating above my brother's bed, trying to reach out for him and ask for a drink, because my throat felt so dry and empty. I couldn't speak, and it was not a pleasant feeling. I interpret this to be an effect of sleep paralysis, and a sign that I was beginning to wake up.
I was able to twitch my hand, but it was my real hand that moved and not my dream hand, and I could feel this in the dream. Things slowly began to fade out and very soon I felt myself lying in my bed with my eyes closed. The first thing I then did was take a drink.
One of my best and most stable experiences so far.
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