what is the longest (or longest feeling) lucid dream you have ever had? I heard that one man had a lucid dream that felt like 100 years. Mine have only been about three minutes
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what is the longest (or longest feeling) lucid dream you have ever had? I heard that one man had a lucid dream that felt like 100 years. Mine have only been about three minutes
Haha, mine is real time generally. But I'd love to do the whole time thing.
immortality ahoy.
think about it if you mastered that. done really really well, you could feel like you lived 700 years in one week.
boggles my mind, fo' shurr.
my longest was close to 10 minutes but i want to improve alot
About 15, maybe 20 minutes. They're the good ones, my bad lucids are maybe a minute long.
iv got a post on this i done about a week ago, mine felt about a day long.
The longest LD i had in my life was from 6 am to 7 :40 am around 2 hrs.
You mean long as in the dream time or real time?
My most filled lucid was also one of my earliest. It felt like it lasted for two complete hours. And I went wild in doing a whole bunch of stuff.
The longest amount of time I've perceived is a day, morning to night. Still, it felt a bit skimpy for a whole day, maybe in reality it lasted an hour.
I mean as long as it feels like in the dream. you could also say about how long it was in real-timeQuote:
Originally Posted by AdamA
my longest felt like an hour or two, but was 40 minutes in rl
My longest would have been 30 minutes but my longest dream with extreme clarity was 15.
My longest was around 5 minutes. Some are 2 minutes, and many are 30 seconds - 1 minute. Then I wake up.
It's frustrating because I can never really do anything interesting during this. I would happily trade my "three LDs a week of 50 seconds" schedule to a "one 10-minutes LD every two weeks" !
I was in an office that I have been to several times (LD'ing).
Every step was taken, hello's to DC's, riding in an elevator. In the back of my LD mind, I was wondering how much time was passing by.
I arrived at my office, took off my jacket and hung it up. I went into my private and nicely appointed bathroom. There I used the toilet, washed my hands and face, took time to examine myself in the mirror. My PA, an Asian girl, brought me a cup of coffee, we sat down at my desk.
To my left was a small clock on a shelf, I informed the DC that I wanted to time this LD. She quietly agreed and continued opening my mail. I took the clock and set it on the desk in front of me. The time was 7:05, we began to read the mail, tossing the junk and saving the important letters.
I would periodically look at the clock, the time was passing normally, only a few minutes between checks. There was no need to do any RC's or spin, as I knew that this was a good and long LD. We drank coffee, talked about the days business, she hardly looked up at at me as we worked. The idea of sex or anything else wasnt important, I just wanted to see how long I would remain here.
My DC secretary got up and brought back a schedule, then started arranging meetings, asking me if I was available on such days etc...
She was dressed in a white blouse, black short skirt, and black hi-heels. She wore some red coral jewelry, a necklace and wrist bangel. Her black hair was past shoulder length. It seems that I had a lot of time to study these details of her and my surroundings.
The time was now 7:30, we had been here for over 30 minutes. The last time that I checked, it was 7:35. I knew that this LD was fading, I told her bye, she smiled and I woke up.
about 2 hours, with six significant "scenes"
i was only lucid enough to take control of things in three of them, the third, fourth, and fifth. In the others, I knew I was dreaming but I could only do ordinary things. Strangely, the second and sixth were in the same setting - I was a tremendous giant standing in the ocean just offshore of some densely populated hills that I identified as Malibu, California. The second time, I thought to myself, "I'm sick of being here," so I destroyed Malibu by wiping the buildings off the land with my hands and then smashing the hills with an aircraft carrier...a pretty cool dream all in all
It would have to be this one (from my Dream Journal):
Dream 165 (Lucid Dream): "When Am I Going To Wake Up?"
This was by far the longest lucid dream that I have had so far and I feel that I have forgotten much of it as a result. What follows is an account of the dream to the best of my memory and the recording I made immediately upon awakening. :)
I have a vague memory of hearing music and being in a room that had a back door leading outside. At some point during this, I became lucid, which I seem to recall was a result of a previous section in which I became lucid that I have since forgotten after a subsequent false awakening. I decided to explore the dream world by leaving the room through the back door.
I opened the door to reveal a large and empty lush grassy hill, sloping down towards the edge of a dense forest lying in the distance. The sky was a bright clear blue and the air was warm. Another hill was visible to the right, where the sound of a rock drum kit could be heard echoing from the distance, as though played from a stage at a rock festival. The sound of the drums did not seem to form specific music, but only sounded like someone simply practicing or testing them. I believed that I knew which band was playing the drums, but do not remember this detail. To my left was a fence against a dense feild of what appear to be long yellow crops, perhaps wheat.
I walked out onto the grass, feeling the warm sun and basking in an unparralelled sense of freedom and vivid awareness. I sensed the presence of another person and turned to look behind me. A woman was standing in another doorway to the left of the one that I had just left. She was wearing a lot of black and dark blue / purple, had black hair, was a little larger than average, a little older than I am and had the appearance of a goth. She started talking to me.
Her: "I'm looking for someone and wondered if you'd seen him?"
Me: "Who's that?"
Her: "Are you [person's name]?"
Me: "No, I'm Martin."
Her: "Oh, it doesn't matter. I can't be bothered to wait for him anyway."
She began to walk towards me, in a sexually provocative manner.
Me: "But what if he turns up now?"
Her: "Oh, it doesn't matter."
Me: "Oh. Okay."
I lay on the grass and she sat on my face, with her black leather pants smothering me. I made her get up so she could take off her clothes to do this, and as she did, the conversation continued, as I remembered that I often forget to get to know dream characters and was interested in getting to know them better:
Me: "So what's your name then?"
Her: "K???" (I did not hear her properly)
Me: "Hmm?"
Her: "K???"
Me: "Sorry, I didn't hear you probably, what's your name?"
Her: "Oh, my name? It's Rebecca."
And as she had taken off her underwear, she lay on the grass on her back, and I lay on my front with my face between her legs, licking her pussy. She did not seem to respond much at first, and I began to think that I wasn't doing much for her, but after a minute or two, she seemed to become very excited. Her body began to shake and she began to push herself against my face as I pushed my tongue against her. She began to do much of the movement and I felt that she knew what she was doing and let her rub herself against my tongue. I felt her excitement, as though her energy flowed through me and therefore I was also becoming excited very quickly. We both orgasmed simultaneously and my vision faded to black, as I had a false awakening and lost the lucidity.
I awoke in my bed, in the resulting mess of the event had just occurred, and began to consider what had just occured within the dream. I attempted to arrange my thoughts so that I could record them on to my iAudio, but just as I was ready to record the dream, I realised that I was still dreaming and therefore recording the dream would be useless. I was utterly astonished that the dream had remained after that event and decided to do something whilst it lasted.
I got up out of my bed, remaining very calm, and got fully dressed. I looked around the room, which appeared to be a fairly normal student accommodation room, with mundane looking walls and cheap looking furniture such as a desk and wardrobe, and although the room was not one that I recognise from my waking life, I did not stop to consider whos room it was.
Before continuing, I remembered to try to stabelise the dream and began rubbing my hands together. Almost instantly, the dream became clearer and brighter as I noted how real the sensation of friction, warmth and movement felt on my hands.
There was a window by the bed and the wardrobe was at the opposite side of the room. The walls were plain and painted in a shade of foggy pea green. There was a door to the left of the wardrobe. I had the layout of the building outside this room in my head, as if I had been there before and knew it. This knowledge told me that there was a straight corridor outside my room with several other student rooms along the corridor. The corridor was fairly dark and in shades of red and brown. I could hear the TV show "Countdown" or "Block Busters" coming from one of the rooms at the opposite side of the corridor.
I decided to go outside via the window. I looked outside and there was nothing but a plain red void. I decided to jump out through the window anyway to see where it would lead me. As I jumped out, the houses and ground appeared in front of me, almost in cartoon form against the red sky void and as I floated down towards the ground, my vision faded to black and I appeared somewhere else.
I floated downwards in the centre of a strange building that resembled a shop. The shop contained shelves filled with figurines that all appeared to be identical, and shelves were arranged in different directions. The figurines were all pink, peach and white coloured, although I did not stop to examine them in detail. There did not appear to be anyone around, and the interior decoration of the shop was fairly bland and cold, like the inside of a small warehouse. I entered the shop floating down and backwards from a large tower of shelves in the middle and gently landed on my feet in one of the isles. I could hear very clear music playing in my mind, which I believe was "Vision of Escowflowne - First Vision" during this.
I began to explore the shop whilst listening to the music. For a reason that I do not remember, I had the desire to find an angel, which in my mind had the appearance of an anime girl wearing bright pink and white dress that I recognised from a background file on my computer. As I walked down an isle to the left side of the shop from where I was originally facing, the music ended and a new track began playing in my mind that I immediately recognised as "Records Of Loddoss War - TV OST 1 - Track 05".
There was a very brief moment of intense fear, as I realised immediately that this was the track I was listening to during a terrifying experience that I once had on a mushroom trip, and now I was dreaming and the music was playing inside my head. Knowing that I was dreaming, my fear immediatley turned into excitement, and I began to ponder whether something profound would happen as a result of hearing the track. The dream seemed to be as strong as ever.
As I listened to the pleasent and gentle sound of the music, I wandered the store, still searching. I noticed that there was a young girl of perhaps 5 or 6 years old in one of the isles accompanied by an adult as I passed. They did not seem to notice me and I did not feel any need or desire to attempt any interaction with them, and calmly wandered past the isle, through a doorway that lead into another section of the shop.
I wandered around, looking around the area, which was more empty than the front section of the shop. Whilst exploring this area, I had a distinct feeling of nostalgia or expectation that I would see something from when I was was young each time I turned around, although this did not actually happen.
There was a door in the left corner, which appeared to lead into some kind of small office and another door opposite that I remember no specific detail about. As I was looking around, I noticed that the lighting within the shop was fading in and out slightly. I soon realised that the light intensity was affected by the volume and complexity of the music that I was hearing. The end of the music was drawing near and the scene was beginning to fade as instruments in the music ceased to play and the music grew simpler. The soft and gentle melody lead me into a pitch black darkness, in which I was floating for a short time. The sound was very eerie and there was an intense feeling of nostalgia of being very young before a false awakening occured and I lost the lucidity.
I awoke in a room that I did not recognise that had two windows and an otherwise similar appearance to the one I described earlier combined with my room at my parents house. I got up and put on underwear. I was unsure whether I was still dreaming and decided to look for clues before obeying my desire to jump out the window and fly. I looked out the window, but I wasn't able to see much, as it was dark. I reached out of the window with my arm and felt a cold metal object suspended in the air just outside the window. I could rotate and spin it by pushing it with my hand, as though it was suspended on a horizontal pole or wire, though there was no such pole visible. It appeared to be a silver square platform that had a very specific design to it, with thin metal edges that formed holes that were just small enough so your foot wouldn't fit through them and it could easily be stood on. There appeared to be another identical platform about half a metre behind the first.
I tried to remember whether this was normal or not in order to determine whether I was still dreaming, but couldn't remember, as my mind seemed to go completely blank. I began to consider what else I could do in order to perform a reality check, but I was struggling to think of anything as there didn't seem to be anything around that I could use. As I almost gave up, I remembered the nose-holding technique and decided to give it a try. I remembered that I had never used this technique before, but was very surprised at how well it worked. I held my nose and tried to breath, and found that I could breath perfectly. I tried this a couple more times just to confirm it before concluding that I was in fact, dreaming.
By now, the dream seemed to be lasting an unusually long time and I began to worry that I would forget much of it by the time I woke up. I began to wonder how much longer it would last and started to feel somewhat frustrated by having so many false awakenings. I thought about the main character in the movie "Waking Life", and it suddenly occured to me how he must feel to be trapped in the dream world. I felt as though I had been in the dream for ages, and yet there were no signs that it was going to end any time soon. I even considered attempting to wake myself up intentionally and considered the old trick of pinching myself to provoke it, but quickly dismissed this idea.
I decided instead to go out of the window again. As I opened the other window in the room, I noticed that the entire street looked like a very primitive cartoon, almost like a child's drawing. The colours were very plain and looked completely wrong compared to real life, although the street that I was seeing represented looked accurate. I decided to jump out of the window and fly, and so I did. I flew above the houses at the opposite side of the street and shortly after had a false awakening.
I woke up in my bedroom at my parents house and realised almost immediately that I was still dreaming. The room was dark as it appeared to be night time and I decided to look out the window to see what I could see outside. As I opened the curtains, someone climbed through the window and I recognised him as a much older version of my best friend from school. His face was wrinkled and his hair was gray, but I could still tell that it was definitely him. We talked as I tried to switch the lights on to make the scene brighter.
Him: "Long time no see mate! How's it going?"
Me: "Hey mate, not bad. You?"
Him: "Yeah, cool."
Me: "I can't get the lights to work."
Him: "Let's have a go."
My friend switched the light on and it worked perfectly well, brightly lighting up the landing at the top of the stairs. We both laughed because the same lights would not work when I pressed the switch, but worked fine when my friend pressed the switch. Eventually I realised that the lights would work if I switched them on whilst facing away from the light source. There appeared to be many more lights and switches than there are in reality.
Him: "Just a minute..."
My friend went into the bathroom, switched on the light, which provided the brightest light yet seen in this section of the dream, presumably because he wanted to use the toilet.
Me: "Do you want to go downstairs when you've finished on the toilet?"
Him: "Nah, we'll just go in your room, I'll lie on any man's bed now."
I considered the idea that this was my friend from the future and he might be able to tell me things that had happened in the future from now, but dismissed this idea knowing that I was dreaming. I decided to do something more interesting than waiting for my friend and went to the window in my room again that I was going to go out of earlier, but woke up before being able to get out.
As I awoke, I could hear a sound. At first, it sounded remarkably like someone eating, but quickly became what it really is; water flowing through a pipe in the room that I was sleeping in. I knew immediately that this was the real awakening.
I did not move as I tried to remember as much of the dream as possible. It took some considerable time before I was able to recall all of this, and I'm still fairly certain that some things have been left out, particularly at the very beginning of the dream.
That was certainly a good descriptive, maybe I will no longer shorten my LD stories from my journals, it makes for good reading.