Thread: I, as well, had a lucid dream on Christmas!

I am home for winter vacation and used to getting up at around 2PM everyday. Today, however, I had to wake up early to open presents. I didn't get much, so this only took approximately 40 minutes, and before I knew it, I was back to bed.

Thus, I would like to give special thanks to WBTB for making this LD possible.

Note: This is my forth LD of considerable length.

And here it is.

I am in my kitchen. My mom is cooking Christmas dinner. I know immediately I am dreaming.

I decide to take it slow today. I feel that my past lucid experiences have ended too early due to me trying to do too many crazy things.

I am walking towards the front door of my house. There is a beautiful golden light coming in through the windows. I see little particles of dust floating through it. I look at my hands, as is so often advised. The realism is fantastic.

I walk outside. The sun is going down, and everything is a cool blue. I decide to have a little fun and jump off my porch, neglecting the stairs. It is a very high, slow, gravity defying leap. I am now in my driveway.

I want to find Kristen, a girl that I like very much. There is a giant oak leaf on the ground. I pick it up and put it centimeters from my face so that I cannot see anything. I tell myself, "when I lower this leaf, and I can see again, Kristen will be here." I do exactly that, but Kristen is nowhere to be found. However, maybe I am mistaken. In my line of vision, in the distance, there is a girl. She has the exact same coat as Kristen. She is walking towards me. I shout "Kristen? Is that you?"

It wasn't. As the girl walks towards me, I can see that she is a very different girl, one that I have never seen before. However, when she is right next to me, she tells me that this is such a coincidence because she is friends with Kristen. I feel the lucidity slipping away, so I start spinning.

I have a false awakening. I sense my grandmother is in my room trying to wake me up to say hello. This cannot be, my door was locked. I also imagine that I am writing down my dream. No, I am not awake yet.

Now I am in a city of my creation. The realism is unbelievable. I cannot get over that every detail of this city comes directly from my mind. It is midday and the sky is bright blue. The buildings are all very low, and reddish. I can see the eifle tower overhead. But this is not Paris.

I want to prove to myself that I can go literally anywhere I want in this city. Instead of looking for the impressive buildings and doorways, I find a very, very small inconspicuous square window in a nearby building. I kick it, trying to break it. It does not break. I keep kicking and finally it pops open. In real life, it would have been impossible for me to squeeze through. This is not real life. My body contorted until I made it inside.

I must be in some kind of recording studio. There are CDs everywhere. There is a soundproof room where a man is playing piano. I recognize him as a friend from high school, but 10 years older. I walk inside the room as he answers the telephone. He says something about buying shrooms. I caught him doing something illegal. I run away.

He is chasing me.

I see a tree.

I am spinning, but it is out of control.

I wake up.




the end!