I had a lucid dream today, which caused me to look for a forum on Lucid Dreaming, and I found this one.


I was having a vivid dream, and someone began to shoot at me. I knew I was going to get shot, which caused me to awaken within the dream. I became lucid and flew up a few feet. I noticed there was a riot going on, and I demanded all rioters hear me. At first they wouldn't listen, go I gathered my powers and thundered my voice through the dream world and got their attention. I let them know I was them and their existence was due to me. They didn't seem to be too concerned, and the more I tried to Lord it over them the more annoyed they seemed.

Then I found myself on the second story of a building, and the full moon shining through the window. I opened the doors of a balcony, and it was daylight. The breeze was cool and amazing. The wind itself felt like bliss. I looked out over this lake and started singing in another language, and then a voice, like the wind began to sing in another language; it was so beautiful. Then I looked and saw a pinetree with large pinecones, and noticed the buildings around me were amazingly constructed. I felt like I was in another heavenly world. Voices began to sing quietly in another language and I drifted back, like a leaf falling to the ground, and then woke up.

The feeling of the wind, the music, the sights were so blissful. You know you're lucid when it makes a vivid dream seem pale...