I've only had two lucid dreams in my life, if we go strictly by the definition that it simply means dreaming while being aware that you're dreaming. However, these dreams were from my childhood. Well before I even knew there was such a term for it, and I only had minimal control in one of the dreams.


The first one took place in my cousin's back yard. I suddenly realized I was in a dream, and I thought to myself, "Well since I'm dreaming, I bet it'd be cool to have one of those laser blasters like Han Solo." So I conjured one up and started shooting at some Stormtroopers that came out of nowhere. I eventually ran out of ammunition and it was useless. Couldn't even conjure up some more.


My other dream that involved an awareness of my being in a dream started with my parents trying to kill me. I used to have dreams like that all the time when I was a kid, so I became aware I was dreaming at that point. I managed to escape and ran into a nearby Caldor's. I couldn't wake up from my dream, so I asked Jeff Goldblum for help since he happened to be shopping there at the time. He decided to help me get out of my dream since he didn't like me and wanted me to go away. He grabbed my face and rubbed my eyes really hard, which I always did myself when I wanted to get out of a dream. It didn't work though, and I appeared in my cousin's backyard (Same cousins from the first dream, but their old house.) They were in the backyard and I decided to play with them since they were there. However, it occurred to us that we were playing in poison ivy, so I ran headfirst into a tree and killed myself.