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The cockatoo I sent finally learned how to type up my lucid dream recollection
Quite a misleading title, if you ask me. As far are you're concerned, unsuspecting reader, this article should be all about wonderful typing cockatoos.
Unfortunately for you, this article will not star the mohawked (or should I say mo-cockatoo-ed) birds but will be talking about the first lucid dream experience I've ever had. (I mentioned this in my introduction thread which can be viewed in the introduction section for your readerly convenience). Now let us begin promptly.
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I remember the dream starting off with myself and my brother out at sea. It was really dark and stormy yet I felt strangely at ease and relaxed. I was riding a gigantic whale (oh the awesomeness) and my brother was swimming beside me. We were somehow fighting an armada of submarines while exploring a huge abandoned shipwreck. At some point, I lost control of my whale and it started heading for a small rocky island. As soon as it hit the sand I tried to tell it to move but it lied there yelling for me to move. My brother told me to just let it alone and get off. I did so and looked up. I saw a bunch of seagulls flying away from a huge stormy-looking cloud and told my brother that we needed to find shelter. (Please note that up to this moment it is still a normal/semi-lucid dream).
We started clambering over the rocks in the island and then reached a small shed-like structure with a white metal door. I was about to go open it when someone did so from the inside. It was my grandmother, which lives all the way in Algeria and whom I only see in the summer. This was when I reached or attained lucidity. I quickly realized "wait, we don't live on an island" and suddenly everything just snapped into focus around me. The waves, the sky, the rocks. I raised my hand and looked at it. It looked exactly like a real-life hand, and I had consciously made the notion to raise it. I immediately concluded I was lucid dreaming. Remembering advice from a few sources I had red before, it is important not to get too excited in lucid dreams as they could slip away. I tried to stay calm and flicked my fingers tentatively, trying to spark fire. Disappointingly, nothing happened, but the feeling of my fingers against each other felt amazingly real.
My brother urged me into the house and I entered into a fancy red-walled house. A fire was burning in a fireplace (I have never seen a real-life fireplace) and most of my family (extended as well as close) was seated around talking. The layout reminded me a lot of one one of the houses I had built in the game Minecraft last year, only that this one was in real (or rather dream-real) cement. I walked around the house a bit, not talking to anyone for they were all busy. My lucidity was slowly slipping away without me noticing.
The next time I regained lucidity, and realized that I had gone back to normal dream-state earlier, I found myself in my school, in a corridor which seemed familiar but I had never actually seen. A small boy was standing next to a door, sulking. He asked me where I had been. Not knowing how to answer him, I replied, "at home." I asked him what was the time and he replied with "Physics" and then laughed at me. Physics is not a subject I take.
I ignored the boy and decided to go to a more mature person and test how far I could go with questioning my subconscious mind. I entered a door, and found myself in the school canteen facing one of my teachers (I recently had a conversation with him on that day, which was an interesting coincidence). I was surprised when he asked me the exact same question the boy asked: "Where were you all this time, my friend?" (I have to say that my subconscious is great at imitating voices, though). Eager to see his reaction, I walked up to him, and whispered that "It's all a dream, you know." He made no comment on that and just continued on with his work normally.
Laughing to myself, I turned around and exited from the door I came in. It opened up somewhere else because now I was outside. A bunch of small children were playing baseball. I stood there watching them, not realizing that my lucidity was slowly slipping away again. I stood there unaware of t until all of the kids dissapeared to be replaced by a Marshtomp. If you don't know what a Marshtomp is, here it is.
I then woke up with a huge smile on my face.
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