This morning, I had an idea for the blog. From now on, I think I'll write about any lucid dream I have here. Think of it as the very best from my dream journal. (Or at least, the most lucid stuff.)
I suppose I should warn you that these are my dreams, so there may be times when viewer discretion is advised. If my dreams are too naughty, I think I'll tone them down a little for the blog. I wouldn't want to offend anyone.
So, without further ado, the LD I had this night!
I am walking through a sunny field with white stone walls. Somehow, I know this is the physical manifestation of an unknown woman's blog, and I look around to see what she's got. I pass between two halves of a pink house, an art project that was seemingly scrapped before it was finished. I see another house-shaped piece of art, and as I look closer, I find something written on one of the walls. (Regrettably, I can't remember what it said.)
It is quite a big structure, and as I walk around it to find more text that may explain it a little better, I realise that it would be much faster to fly around it instead of walking. So I begin to hover above the ground. By now, I am aware that it is all a dream, and with a triumphant feeling in my chest, I start inspecting the piece of art more closely. I still, can't find any text, though, and I soon think that it would be a lot more fun to just fly around in the sky than to look at modern art.
And away I go! I soar through the sky like Superman, arms stretched out in front of me to aid in steering. Rolling and looping for a while, I then decide to go higher. I burst through the clouds and hover in place. I look down and decide to dive straight down and freeze time just before I hit the ground. (Because honestly, who wouldn't want to do that?) I steer downwards, and start freefalling towards the ground. Still wanting to make it spectacular, I do a few somersaults on the way down. I'm falling faster and faster, apparently my imagination has got gravity down pat, and am soon about to strike the ground.
"Freeze!" I shout, bracing for epic. But all I manage to do is slow my descent, and I hit the ground rolling. I tumble a few feet, feeling the cold ground underneath me, and the scent of freshly cut grass in the air. It has gone dark.
When I open my eyes, I am in my bedroom. Excited that I had a lucid dream, I reach for my journal and try to turn on the bedside lamp. But it won't turn on. Annoyed, I open the blinds to let in some sunlight, and start to write.
And then I really wake up. Well, darn. A perfectly good false awakening, and I didn't even notice. Oh well...
Going to sleep the night before, I had done a relaxing exercise, from my feet up to my head gradually tensing and relaxing my muscles. Then I repeated to myself that I was going to dream. It took a little while for me to fall asleep, and the actual LD came around 4 am, judging by the time when I woke up. I have a few vague recollections of dreams before that, but nothing that stood out apart from the lucid one. After that, I tried to WILD to have another LD, but I did not succeed. Maybe WILD just isn't for me, after all.
Well, that was my dream last night. Until next time, everyone! Sweet Dreams!