WittyName

Since my first LD, which was awesome and highly historically themed, my dreams have been highly fragmented and recall has been shattered like a pair of graphite hands. I think I've been trying too hard to get lucid again. Forcing it. Like fitting a desire shaped peg into a chilled out hole. Wow, forced analogies are beautiful.

So, glancing through the past couple of days in my DJ I shall decant unto you some of the vague things I could recall.

Firstly, the words BAREFOOT NAZIS dominate about half a page of my dream journal. Could so easily be the name of a punk band. I just remember thinking what an ill advised footwear (or lack thereof) decision this was.

I starred in a play with a close friend. Halfway through the performance a fiery argument ensued. The audience thought it was just amazing acting. Like something from an episode of frasier.

Really need to work on my dream recall. Because if I can't remember the odd conjurings of my sub-conscious to spout around the internet what is the point in all this.

Would love to know what Freud would have thought of the phrase barefoot nazis though...

So last night I think I had my first LD. I've been working really hard to do reality checks IWL and generally raise my self-awareness. Just before bed I popped a couple of Vitamin B6 and did my pre-sleep rituals and mantras.

Ahead of me is the most vivid and lushly green expanse of field I have ever seen. In the middle distance a huge roman stone viaduct dominates the view. It's beautiful. I decide to look around me. I notice row upon row of Roman Empirical soldier in full battle gear or "dressed up to the nines" as I so eloquently put in my DJ. At this point I got the fledgling idea that something may not be quite right. This prompted me to look at myself. Low and behold I'm dressed in the same fashion. Leather skirt-y thing (There's a technical and precise term for the history books if ever I heard one) and sword included.

At this point I decide to carry out the reality check I'd been doing for the past week or so. I didn't even get to count my fingers though because just looking at my hands I discovered they were matte black and brittle. I remember thinking that my hands were graphite. I basically had two huge pencils for appendiges. At this point I became fully lucid. And was awash with euphoria. What a feeling.

At this point I proceeded to get so hyped I couldn't control my dream. I exited the dream. It could have even been a false awakening, I'll be doing RC's every time I wake up now just to check, apparently a very good way to get lucid from a FA.


I would love to know if this was a Lucid Dream. I'm pretty sure it is but i'd love some second opinions. Also some advice on where to go now and how to improve dream control.

Many thanks Dudes