I recently had a renewed curiousity about the mystery that is LUCID DREAMING and had been reading some of the stuff on here among other places. I admit it kind of scared me reading up about the stages of this so-called WILD: hearing various noises; SCREAMS, THE SOUNDS OF DEATH ETC, and feeling paralysed, so after some deliberation I decided it wasn't for me, and I would no longer pursue the idea. But just this morning, as I was doing my usual drifting off after hearing the alarm, I started to hear a voice, speaking rather excitedly about a new jumper, at first this voice was just seemingly playing in my mind unobtrusively, in an almost dream-like way. I wasn't overly conscious of it but I recognised it as there....Then it got louder. Like A WHOLE LOT louder, as in, creepy-lady-chatting-in-the-corner-of-my-room louder. So suddenly I was aware of this, like VERY AWARE and was actively listening to what she was saying(can't remember it word for word, I have roughly the same recall of the voice as I would a memorable dream) , my vision went from what I believe was total darnkess to a sort of cloudy blueish white light that spiralled itself into focus, getting brighter all the time. Also, my body was tingling all over, almost in a 'damn, Ive slept on my arm again' kind of way, but with complete coverage. I tried to move but couldn't! I was like, NO-NOT-ME-I-DONT-WANT-TO-BE-LUCID. So I concentrated on moving my fingers. At first I was unable to, but after what was roughly about 5 seconds I mustered up some slight movement, and from there I was able to slightly move my hand, then arm...etc. And then I was AWAKE, and somewhat DISTURBED. So I just thought I'd share my rather unpleasant, and UNINTENIONAL WILD experience.


This was by no means my first lucid experience. I have had two other notable unpleasant experiences with lucid dreaming, both happening roughly a couple of years ago. The first occured to two weeks after I had done what was only probably a couple of days of half-hearted watch-checking reality checks, after hearing about this from a friend. So, one morning, like any other sunny morning, I had awoken up and decided to check my led screened watch, upon doing so I was utterly HORRIFIED to find that the time changed after the second check. So I jumped out of bed and peered wearily out my bedroom door. The house was quiet. Completely silent, but oddly VERY BRIGHT. Deciding it was just too much and I just could not go on, I swiftly threw my self onto my wardrobe doors. Again. Again. And then again. After what seemed like an eternity of violent self-infliction I finally awoke, glad for the experience to be over.

My lucid experience a few months later actually turned what was a fairly normal dream into a DREADED INESCAPABLE NIGHTMARE. I was just on my merry way, walking towards a cake when suddenly I realised what I was experiencing was not reality. I don't remember the trigger. This time I strangely did not panic, so tried to eat the cake instead. I also beleive there was some skipping and prancing involved. But then I was transported to my house, it was dark, naturally the lights didn't work....nobody was there. Nobody that is, but ALIENS. They were flashing what was like torch beams all around darkened walls, as I ran terrified towards the telephone. Naturally, there was no dial tone, and the led display was all jumbled (like running your finger over a calculator) The whole time this was happening, I was constantly saying to myself 'but this is a just a dream though, this is just a dream...' I had lost some of my awareness since leaving the "cake room" but I was still very aware that it wasn't real and remember repeating that over and over. I basically had to ride the whole thing out in bewilderment, it lasted for what seemed like THREE HOURS, but was probably only twenty minutes, during which I was drifting between awareness and complete oblivion. So I just had to stare out of the window and watch as a massive building was dragged across the grass by hundreds of people, towards my house. I watched as cleaners -seen inside the distant office windows- scrubbed the floors...I used this as an anxiety control mechanism, detaching myself from the scary aliens, knowing that I would wake up eventually. As I said, I wasn't always aware in this nightmare, but for a large proprtion I was, but lacked the same kind of clarity that made the first experience so uniquelly bizarre. And it was seemingly all triggered from becoming lucid in that goddamn cake room!!

So, beware, not all lucid experiences are pleasant! I should have just stayed away the first time. I'm stupid and bring it upon myself. Curiousity certainly killed this cat.

Okay, long post, but i just thought I'd share because people react differently to things, and lucid dreaming might not be as interesting and relaxing an experience as they thought it might.