[Edit:Lucid Experiences Are In Blue.]
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Aight...so this is my dream journal. First off, be prepared for anything you may read in here. Dreams are about the most chaotic experiences imaginable, so don't think I'm going to be in a hurry to give any excuses for anything I dream about. As of now, you're a guest in my head. If you have a problem with anything in here...well..gtf out. 
I started lucid dreaming as a kid, about as far back as I can remember, but didn't know about it's relatively-unknown nature until after I was in high school, which is when I really started studying it. I've always had an extremely active and vivid imagination. My dreams (and many others', obviously) have always been very bizarre and I've often had a lot of nightmares. Eventually, I started recognizing nightmares were just nightmares. I'd know I was just dreaming but, being so scared of the nightmare, the only thing I'd do was try to wake myself up. I learned how to do that when I was about six.
After that, I started recognizing dreams to be dreams even when there was just a little danger in them. I'd manifest weapons and all kinds of shit just by willing them in my hands, because I knew I was dreaming. I taught myself to fly (which took me years to get the hang of, and still have problems with it now and then) when I was like 8.
I would tell people about my abilities in dreams and no one would really be able to relate. I began to lose my ability. Just lost interest because I didn't know the full extent of the possibilities, and not being able to talk to someone that has experienced being conscious in dreams just kinda sucked.
Long story short: Later, after highschool, I heard the term "lucid dreaming," looked it up on the internet, found Dream Views, and have been studying and practicing ever since.
This is the first lucid dream I had after finding out that there was a study behind lucid dreaming. The dream happened a few months ago, but I think it serves for an ok first entry.
01/19/2005
"Breakthrough in lucidity."
I had to save a friend of mine, travelling through some large, murky cave to do it. The ground was all covered in dark green water, seemingly deep enough to get lost in if I'd fallen. Suspended in the air were many wooden platforms, that seemed they could be used to jump from one to the other, in order to get through this huge cave tunnel that seemed to stretch into the darkness for miles. I began running, and jumping from platform to platform, much like you'd see in a third person video game, and after a few minutes of not seeming to make much progress, the picture began to fade. And as it was doing this, I became lucid, realizing that I must be dreaming because I was getting pulled slowly out of (into) consciousness. The environment was beginning to fade. So I spun around a few times and opened my eyes, standing on a wooden plank and looking around this massive cave, completely lucid. Every detail was perfect, I could hear droplets of the murky water beneath me, feel the cool breeze that was coming in through the mouth of the cave. It as all too realistic. I couldn't believe it. The feeling of being surrounded by a world compeltely created by my mind was too much. Drawn then a little more into the dream aspect, I remembered my mission. So, instead of running and jumping from plank to plank, I looked down at the one beneath me and began to concentrate. I made the plank stretch out into a long bridge which ran into the darkness. It was f'ckin incredible! So I started running down this bridge, and then, still seeming to get not very far, I decided to try flying. Flying had always been hard, even since I was a little kid. But this time, I simply rose off of the wooden boards, slowly at first, but then took off like a rocket, flying down the long tunnel. Actually, I think it was that I was travelling so fast, why I woke up, but I never did find out how long that damn tunnel was. LOL. But that was my first, real, vivid, completely had a chance to stop and look around lucid dream.
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