TheElusiveHobo

Last night, I had my first lucid dream as an adult. I was on a hiking trail in one of the prairies of my home province, crossing a newish, unpainted wooden bridge across a small stream, alone. Other than the bridge and the stream behind me, the only feature of the landscape was a field of the tall, dry grass common in Alberta, stretching as far in front of me as I could see. It was a very sunny day with the very pale blue sky we have around here, though I can't recall whether there were any clouds. I was in a generally good mood, because of some kind of interaction with a DC earlier in the dream that I can't remember, but I was a bit embarrassed because I was out walking in my socks. Not having shoes is one of my dream signs, and a part of me recognized this. I was next to lucid at this point. I decided to experiment, and attempted to generate shoes onto my feet. I succeeded, though the shoes only remained for a few seconds. The transition is a little fuzzy. I can recall doing a fingerpalm RC last night, and it was either at this point, or in another dream. In any case, I realized fully that I was dreaming, and thought to myself, "Isn't something supposed to happen now? Oh! That's right! I become lucid!" At this point I can remember feeling a rush of awareness of my environment. Everything seemed far more vivid, and I decided to test my newfound lucidity. I picked up and flew. I was every close to the ground for a second or so, and then began to fly directly upward beyond my control, though my body was still parallel to the ground. I realized that the dream was destabilizing and I decided to let it, simply wanting to get this first experience under my belt. I made I mental note to remember what had happened, and the dream ended.