Thread: The Adventures of MadMonkey

May 11 2010 4:54 am

First Real Lucid!

non-dream non-lucid lucid

I woke up at 3:00. I try WILD although I prefer MILDs but would like to know both. I fall asleep into a false awakening. I am laying in bed. Everything seems as real and normal as always. I look at a piece of paper on my night stand that has a leter 9 on it. I think I might as well do some reality checks. I try telekinesis on something. it dosn't work. I look at the 9. I put my hand over it and imagine it as a 3. I take it off and its a 3! I switch it back and forth to make shure. I realis I must be dreaming. I don't become excited, my subconsious won't alow it because of the autosugestions I did. I finaly did it, I'm lucid. I jump out of bed and run into the family room. My parents are in the kitchen like they always are in the morning. I know there DCs. I say Im lucid dreaming. They deny it like I new they would in a dream. It hurts alot more than I expected. I realy wana show them I'm did it. I try telekinesis on the lego socker ball thats I first did TK on in a dream. It works! I show my parents but they dont realise it. It gets harder to control the ball and I realise I better not wake myself up by doing something to dificult. I jump into the family room as hard as I can and can float myself around the room. I holdmyself upside donw on the ceiling. It feels realy familiar. Like I did it when I was a little kid but it felt normal then. I must have had a non-dream like this when I was a kid. I float back down and I wake up. I think man that was my first lucid but it was realy short. I still don't get excited. Maby this is a false awakening I might as well check. I do RCs and I realise I'm still dreaming. I go back to the family room and my sister comes down stairs. I try and show her im dreaming but she is even worse than my parents. She is nasty and looks at me like I'm crazy and goes back up stairs. I yell at her that she is some discriptive adjective I can't remember. I look above the doreway and there is that discriptive adgective in flashing letters. I yell out "Stop being wierd, dream" in order to keep the dream from wandering. I realise I'm wasting time and need to get some goals done and go on an advennture. I can't go outside without a weapon, I'll get jumped by zombies so I run to my room and go to my closet. I imagine an uzi there and reach in but its not there. I'm not confident enough. My mom walks in the room and is being distracting and not acepting that I'm dreaming. The dream starts to destabilize. I don't have time for a weapong and run down the hallway. I almost reach the front door but everything gets fuzzy. I try to rub my hands together to bring back the vividness but its to late. I can already feel my real hands, paralised were I left them. I slowly transition from lucid to real life. I let it happen because I want to right this down in my dream journal. I take off my sleeping mask I was trying for tonight. I did it! I know its not another false awakening because I can feel the excitment rush over me this time. The fact I couldn't get excited during the dream takes something away from the experience but it was worth it to have such a long first lucid. I start wrighting.