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Originally Posted by ThePhanastasio
Haha! I can't have depraved sex in my lucid dreams, because I know I'd feel guilty about it when I woke up. 
That's not to say I've not brought people I'd like to hook up with into the dreams, though. I do that a lot.
Basically, once I realize I'm dreaming, I immediately think, "DON'T wake up! Have fun!" and as soon as it's apparent I'm not going to wake up, I go ahead and figure out what I want to do.
The first time in this latest string of lucid dreams, I decided that I wanted to fly. Mainly because I'd been having these uncomfortable, unfortunate dreams (which were probably my subconscious telling me something) that everyone else around me could fly at will, but I could only kind of fly, then fall back to the ground. So as soon as I realized I was lucid dreaming, I went ahead and made myself fly, and made it so no one else could in the dream.
Since then, everytime I start flying in a dream, it immediately triggers me to realize I'm dreaming, and I can just pick and choose what I feel like doing. |
I had a lucid dream the other night. It was ****in intense. Usually my dreams are third person over the shoulder, like a shooter or an rpg with camera panning. This was first person.
I was just a floating conciousness, in blackness. Then these foothills started unfolding, and all these country lanes. At this point I wasn't aware it was a dream and there was this element of inhibition - I was racing and speeding down the lanes, but I had this sense of doom/fear, like at any moment I might hit something. Then from somewhere in me I was thinking screw it, I'm gonna keep speeding, and then I started to realise it was a dream. I was still doubtful though so my speed was sort of alternating between a skip and a hop and full speed. After a while I stuck into full speed, I was thinking man I rock I'm like Sonic the hedgehog and my reflexes were like jet quick. Then I came to a tree in the lane, zoomed right up into it. This is the point I started to realise full on it was a dream. Above the top of the tree was like an emptiness, some sort of extremely expansive "unknown" realm. I remember thinking "it must be space up there, the cosmos - the Universe. If I go up, I'll get lost in infinite" The more I went up towards, the more I could feel myself siphoning up into it and out of the "warmth" and fastpaced manicness of the dream. So I stuck around in the tree, right near the top. i was just floating amidst the leaves and the blossom and there was little bugs, I was zooming into it. I got this ecstatic feeling. The leaves and the blossom formed into like the energy of this lady, the blossom was her breasts and she was holding me close and surrounding me with the warmth. Like a sunny day in summer when the sun is shining, the heat warming your bones and you dont give a ****. It was ****ing pure bliss man I think I was bonin her in the dream dunno, it was awesome. Then I started to remember the void above, remember the waking world. I though, man I've gotta go, I can't stay no matter how much I wanna I've gotta move on and explore the unknown realm.
So I zoomed up into it. The faster I went up and up, the further I sunk down and down, and the sky, the "unknown" turned into an ocean. i was sinking down, diown, swimming, a heavy weight and a feeling of dread but I kept swimming, sharks and sea creatures buzzing past me, I was chartering it and moving onwards endlessly, I had this unquestionable goal to keep moving onwards. It all passed in a few moments but there was a lot happening. Then I hit past the bottom, like a drain and washed up on a shore, or i assume I did because I saw a shore zoomed in really close, and the soothing sound of waves. I then started to wake up, but I was still between dream and awake, Iwas in a bath full of warm water. The more I woke up the more the bath dissolved away, and the warmness was my covers, the water was my mattress around me which I "rose up" out of.
Whenever I have a lucid dream it's effed up. I test it. And I end up waking up. This is the longest I've managed to stick around for. There's always this voice calling me back to my body.