My first lucid dream was sometime in junior high I think, before I'd ever heard of lucid dreaming. It lasted a few minutes and went like this:
I'm in this park and I need to protect myself for some reason. I realize that this is a dream, so hey then, I should be able to do what I want. I go over to the slide and kinda fling out my hands with the intention that a gun be produced, and lo and behold one comes down the slide. I don't recall a scene that happens next, and then I'm back at the slide again and produce another gun.
My last lucid dream series was last night. I was several lucid dreams -- each time one of the dreams would get to a point where I couldn't hold my consciousness anymore, I would seemingly segue to a new scene where I popped in with awareness. I had up to like, seven of these dreams chained together for about 20 minutes of dreaming. I'm only recently getting back into my lucid dreaming. Last night, I sure covered a lot of territory. I was walking outside on the street at one point, knowing I was dreaming, and I looked out to observe all the colors, and man, it's just so equal to real life, you know? I sniffed the air and caught the smell of car exhaust like a bus had just gone by. I mean, man. At one point I wanted to produce a mountain dew and something to eat, and shortly afterward I did have a nice tasty red soda. I flung a jet of soda on the ground intentionally, and saw the red hit the ground and then fizz, just like it would. That moment was one of a couple moments where I took a mental snapshot, intended specifically to remember that moment in it's realness. I'm going to try that a lot more, to take mental snapshots purposely. At a couple points I succeeded at my current realization ritual, to rub my hands together and say "I am lucid, the world is vivid" (<-- recognize that? lol, the music feaking ROCKS my world, man). I was looking for someone to get it on with and stumbled across this unlit room. I walked in and sure enough someone was on the bed, I took to be male. So I crawled right on it to get what I'd came for, and that scene ended prematurely (but not other recent ones . I was flying around at one point and ended up someone choosing to go into water, and once there intentionally breathed the water. It was sustainable, but almost felt slightly labored, like not quite enough oxygen, but something I felt didn't need to be left. A couple of my entries into dreams were really interesting, and have been lately. Like seriously I'm laying of a floor, and I kind of get up almost forcibly. It feels so lifelike, like making yourself stand up when your dead tired or pissed drunk, the kind of hard to stand up where you think you may not manage. I'm not for sure this is a WILD, in that I feel more like I'm not awake when they initiate, but I do feel like I'm aware from the absolute onset. Is there a term for that?
I think it's interesting how easy it can be to forget lucid dreams. Like that segment breathing water I didn't recall until I heard the word water. I just take it like forgetting what you had for breakfast. When you lucid dream longer, as much as you are genuinely there, the brain isn't used to recalling the totality of a stretch of time. I mean, really.
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