Thread: Is it possible to dream that you're lucid?

Is it possible to dream about being lucid without actually being lucid? I had a dream that I knew that I was dreaming, I think. Or I actually knew I was dreaming and couldn't gain control. But in the dream, where I think I dreamt about dreaming lucid I did a reality check, looked at my hands and saw that there were too many fingers, so I outstretched my arms and spun in a circle to stabilize the dream (which I've never had the opportunity to try before in an actual Lucid). I remember being aware of my actual body's breathing (or painful lack thereof), need to urinate, and pain in my left hand.

It was the weirdest sensation not having to breath in the dreamworld, but feeling my actual body breathing on autopilot and knowing exactly what was going on. I have minor sleep apnea. I sometimes sleep on my stomach and my face accidentally goes face down in the pillow which exacerbates the problem. And I knew that's what happened too. And although I couldn't place the sensation of needing to urinate, I knew that I had fallen asleep with my left hand pinned underneath of my pillow (and head). So I could actually feel sensations from my physical body, but I don't know if I was lucid or not.

At the very least, if I was lucid, I wasn't fully dreaming or at least, not fully in the dreamworld. During this "Lucid" I tried manipulating things and was having a hard time. Even though I "stabilized" by spinning, which I had never tried before, when I eagerly tried to conjure up a sex partner (I was horny as hell for some reason), the first thing I wanted to do (as I was standing in a big black space with only asphalt for a floor but no "walls" or horizon) was summon a door through which I could pull a DC. For some reason I decided to draw a door. So I mentally conjured a pad of paper and a pen, but instead it came out as crayon and I tried to draw a door. But the door on the paper didn't look like the door I was imagining in my head (in the dream), it was crude, pixelated, and in crayon. I turned around and instead of there being this large, wooden, rounded set of medieval double-doors like one would see in, say, Skyrim or Oblivion (think the outside of a temple or something) there was the outline of the double doors, made out of sketch-pad paper, with the details crudely drawn on in pencil or crayon or whatever.

Next I walked up to the door and wished for, lool , Salma Hayek. I outstretched my arms and the doors flung open (without me touching them) and there stood a DC. A big, I mean big, I mean really tall like 9 foot tall, chiseled, oiled, latino body builder. I freaked out and mentally shouted Salma Hayak and the doors closed and reopened, now Salma Hayak's face was on the the body builder's body. I got a little queasy. I spun around, pretty sure if I was lucid I lost lucidy by this point, and just willed for a sex partner because I couldn't hold it anymore, and there was an asian...ish chick who was covered in acne and I was like "oh nooo" and then I woke up.

During the whole thing I was aware of the bad breathing. I woke up out of breath, face in the pillow and had to breathe through my mouth for a bit to catch my breath. I also found my left hand under my pillow (with the weight of my head on it) and it was asleep, so I had to deal with that. Not to mention my rock hard you-know-what which made the whole going-to-the-bathroom slightly difficult.


So anyway, what happened? Was I lucid? Or just dreaming I was lucid? I wasn't trying to LD before I went to bed. I haven't tried in a while. My dream recall is pretty bad right now. haven't flexed that muscle in a long time.