Well, last night I finally did it. I have wanted to have a lucid dream for a while, and last night I had my first real sort of experience. I know it wasn't full on huge, but it was pretty great and crazy.

My first thing was staying optimistic. That really did me some good! I went down stairs and talked to my sister, but that's not important, then went upstairs and turned most the lights off (except for one in different room and just the glowing of the clock). I normally fall asleep with the TV on, but I turned it off this time. I got my iPod and turned on my psychedelic playlist, I played “Take a Stroll Thru Your Mind” by The Temptations quite a few times. I just closed my eyes and got comfortable, and soon I stated seeing a great amount of warm color. This lasted until the dreams started. My mind took on quite an altered state pretty quickly. The music and the color kind of grooved together and my thoughts were more profound and deep than normal (and normally they are pretty deep). I felt sensations and involuntary movements like my eyelids twitching, almost like I was in REM mode, which would have been impossible. It was most likely the hypnagogic stage that caused this and the following. The colors continued to groove on. I felt sensations like random itches, and like a bug was biting me sometimes. Turns out I was raped by a mosquito, but anyway. I felt itches that weren’t from the bug also. The music was much more meaningful and soulful. I was almost cocooned in the music, you could say. I still here the beat to it strolling in my head. It sounded quite good. Soon, I started dipping my feet into the dreaming. My thoughts took on weird turns and started to become dreams and become illustrated. I was very tired from my Seroquel, which I don’t know if it helps me lucid dream or hurts me, and because of my tiring day. For instance, I had one thought about the Grateful Dead, and my mind started drifting into a dream about them going on a trip to find this lost thing a kid stole. His name might have been Jim. I saw a logo of there faces, not vividly, but in blurry minds eye. I would get excited I was going into the dream phase, and that broke me out of it. But, if I didn’t hold on to the thought of lucid dreaming, I would let my mind and consciousness fall asleep as well. This happened a few times, and I tried to re-enter the dream scenarios, but then I realized I had to let them come on their own and not force anything. Soon I got to a scenario where I was on a rooftop of I think a church and we were trying to break in, when the stained glass painting we were on broke. I was conscious of my dreaming and I thought, why isn’t any of this deep, when a metaphor just came at me that the ceiling was supposed to be a boyfriend or a man and the girl who was with me on top of the painting signified women, and how they looked for the glass (man) that wouldn’t break but wasn’t too hard and cold or something like that. Then I became even more aware of my dreaming and became lucid as I was falling into the church, so I told myself, to hurry and fly, and I did and I flew up and out the other side of the glass. A chill, excited rush flew up my chest in a way that was like “Hell yes! I did it!” but also I felt it all so intense and I was so tired and just wanted to fully sleep and let go of consciousness and lucidity. I then took Krystle Cole’s advice and dreamed up me doing a psychedelic drug, I thought of Salvia since I was researching it, and then I was floating cross-legged above the church with this weird geanie like lamp candle thing smoking Salvia out of it. Not much happened their that I can tell, but I had a fog and swirls of smoke of yellowish pale around me and it all kind of twirled and psyched out of proportion and took me else where. Next I was laying on this bed in the side of the street riding down, and my brain was kind of like a computer and I was kind of hearing the music and pulling up these links on what I was thinking of and bookmarking them for later. They were about lucid dreaming mostly and it was saying about lucid dreaming being better than a drug and they had this sarcastic outlook to them and were in big black font on white paper. And then I was riding down the side of the street on this bed I was on and then an article came up that was very sarcastic saying about how a professor took these students down and a lucid dream parade march ride thing and how they were all really aroused and then it was like saying it was better than a drug and then it was being really sarcastic about how if they were really aroused and if it was just a dream or that they were just aroused and basically on drugs and there was a black and white photo of this professor guy leading them down the professor looked like Morgan Freedman wearing a t shirt and a graduation cap and these people all following him and it looked like 60’s or 70’s. I was really aroused and in this extreme state of pure ecstacy. Then it was like I lost lucidity because I had a false awakening that was the rest of my dream. I was aware in the rest of my dream that I was just lucid dreaming and that I woke up on the street outside this house that kept changing what family members it was and I thought I saw a UFO and this dog and my mom’s laptop was out on the bed. Then I had the rest of my dream that vivid and odd but no lucid and was a false awakening.