Thread: First real lucid experience

I'd been lucid a few times before this, but it'd never lasted more than a couple seconds, so I'd never known what it felt like to actually walk around and do stuff. Unfortunately, I didn't get to do anything overly awesome, but at least I did something this time.

I was in some type of game room or arcade in what felt like a hotel. The ceilings were high and the walls had this hint of pastel orange to them that didn't look good. Anyway, a couple of my friends were there, and so was my little brother, and we messed around and played games for a bit.
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I'm in some really wide hallway in what feels like the basement of that same place. It has the same walls and carpet of the game room, and there is a long counter running down the left side. I walk over to it with my little brother. My friends are gone. There are these pyramids of green balls on the counter, and I start telling my brother about lucid dreaming. I tell him that if you grab one of these green balls and carry it with you in a dream, you become lucid. I also add that you only need one, but the more you take, the more vivid your dream gets. So I take one and walk off, leaving him standing there. As I'm walking, I keep looking at the ball in my hand, and all of a sudden it clicks, I realize that that isn't how you really become lucid, and I realize I'm dreaming. I keep walking down the hall, and I see these two housekeeping ladies putting laundry into carts. I say hi to one of them and she just glares at me. I walk up a narrow staircase and start doing the stabilization techniques in the middle of the stairs. I rub my hands, but that doesn't do much. I slowly spin a couple times. The staircase is really narrow, and spinning does do something. The walls are close on either side of me, and everything gets really vivid. I can literally see air bubbles in the paint! I finish walking up the stairs and I'm at the game room again.

Now, I have a false awakening which turns into a dream where I can't find my dream journal and end up in my English classroom where my teacher gives me some ultimatum, I have to do something and he'll give me my dream journal back. I forget what I had to do, but I accept, and when I get back my dream journal, the pages are half ripped out and colored on with marker.

Well, I wish it would have lasted longer, but the lucid dream was great. I did a WBTB combined with a MILD. At first, when I woke up at 4:00, I was frustrated because I couldn't remember my dreams. So I just went back to bed chanting to myself, "I will be aware that I am dreaming." over and over again in my head.