This morning I had the first lucid in about three months. It came after sleeping three hours at night, followed by a two hour wake period, followed by a three hour nap. Only the last couple of days have I been really thinking about lucids and before sleeping on both occasions I told myself I would soon be having a lucid dream.

So I am in a hospital or nursing home of some sort when I realize I am dreaming. My mood lifts as it often does, and I can't help but smile. I am walking down a long hallway glancing left and right at the various rooms and patients. As I often do at the beginning of a lucid dream, I try something impossible to just confirm my dream state. In this case I decide to put my hand through a large dresser as I walk by. When my hand meets the dresser, it passes through the wood as if passing through water. As I look on, the dresser parts and then reforms behind my hand. I continue walking down the hall and the dream begins to fade.

As I feel the dream slipping, I remember to rub my hands together and say "I am lucid" a few times. This helps an I continue. At this point a remember something I have wanted to try for a while. I reach to my right hand, grab the index finger and pluck it off! It popped off like nothing and I tossed it away! I felt nothing and there was no blood. I then tried it again with my right arm. I reached up, grabbed my right arm just below the elbow and squeezed. It folded the way the cardboard tube at the core of wrapping paper would and snapped off!

Somehow, as I continued walking down the hall, my arm returned and I did not notice. So, I look into a waiting room and see a large aquarium with some fish inside. I walk up to the glass, press my face against it, and phase my head through the glass. No water spilled and I am standing there with my head in up to my shoulders while the people in the waiting room watch. The fish scatter and I stand there looking left and right. I then realized I could breath and took several deep breaths! It was so wierd.

I left the fish tank and kept walking down the corridor. The dream started to fade and then was lost.

When I woke up, I was so excited to have had another lucid dream, yet dissapointed because I knew if I had thought of the other lucid goals I knew I could have completed a bunch of them. (I have like ten goals and counting).

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed my little tale and I wish you luck with your dreaming.