Two nights, two LD's

[Wezel]

I was sleeping over at a friends place (worst. night. ever) when I had my fourth LD. So, here's how it went. I stood in my room somehow knowing that I was dreaming. (my very first time without RC) First of all I focused on the hazy dream fealing. After that, I looked out the window, into the daylight. I went downstairs and walked into our backyard where I saw my brother, just standing there. I told him I was dreaming (duh) but he was really indifferent about it. So I thought that maybe if I did something dreamlike he'd be like 'cool'. So using my finger I wrote "I'm dreaming" in the clouds. He was not impressed. Perhaps it was because the letters faded away too quickly... when I was done writing only the last two letters were there: 'NG'. They were gone after only a few seconds, but still! I was writing in clouds dammit! Okay, how about this? I looked at his face for a while and waved my arms over the lawn a few times, back and forth. I made a brightly colored pattern appear in the grass. A bit skewed. In a corner. And not the portrait I wanted to make, but it was a nice trick... wasn't it? Oh well, he got bored and he flew off. The bastard, he knew all my previous flying attempts failed, and he did it like it was nothing at all. So again, I jumped... and failed, but I jumped again, concentrating harder on the flying feeling, and it worked! I flew up into the sky. It was blue all over, all the clouds were gone. My feet left a white trail, like an airplane. I looped and followed the white trail (er... why did I do that?) I felt I was loosing lucidity, so I rubbed my hands together and it worked. After that I thought of another method some people mentioned on DV: looking at your hands. So I did. While I was looking at my hands I remembered that some people had a not-so-nice experience with the looking at the hands. Bad thoughts leaked into mind and suddenly I was looking at my hands through my small shaving mirror. My fingers were all halfway cut off and the background was black. Then, with a jolt, the hands grabbed through the mirror, right at me. The end. Shit. *removes mirror from desk* Okay! Moving on: following night, fifth LD. Keep reading. I was at a market slash carnival, standing next to a stand of some sort. It was empty, didn't really serve a purpose. Again, I knew I was dreaming without any form of RC, but this one was of a much lower level. There was a beautiful young (my age) woman sitting on the side of the stand. I walked to her and she started listing everything she was willing to do with me. I got excited and woke up. [edit] some typos

[H Savvy]

Congratulations and OH GOD THAT IS SOME FREAKY MIRROR SHIT. That would scare me away from mirrors for life. Creepy.