My Second Ever Lucid Dream
Before bed, I had a few slices of delicous reggiano cheese (which I find helps me have more vivid dreams), and hit the sack (at around 11:30). Around 3:30 I woke up, went to the washroom and had a drink of water. After I went back to bed, I found myself in a very vivid dream, in which I was the leader of a group of medieval warriors, who were defending a strangely designed fortress (it had a massive tree in the centre for some reason.) from a group of modern soldiers. My fortress was being run-down, and I decided to lead one last charge with all my remaining men, as I was running towards a group of enemy soldiers, I remember wondering what it would feel like today. As I thought that, I was shot a few times, and died. All of a sudden I was back in the centre of the fortress, when I realized "Why am I not dead? This must be a dream." I started flying around (which was sick) and attacking the remaining enemy soldiers by shooting strange invisible magic (I could still see it, because when you looked at it it looked like you were looking through water.) from my hands, and the magic sucked them into the earth. After I killed them all, I flew around for a bit. And then my alarm went off.
All in all, it was definetley the sickest dream I've ever had.
