infushun
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Just now getting back into re-learning how to become lucid, when I found an entry I made about my VERY first lucid dream a few years back.

I was walking in a snow covered area of some mountain. People were all around me cheering something about how happy they were that some event was going on. They were cheering for me? What had I done? "Hooray, the monster is dead!". I had slain something? I turned my head towards a part of the mountain that had been caved in. HOLY CRAP! I killed that thing?! It was a dragon the size of a battle cruiser. In my dream I said out loud, "whoa whoa, I've gotta be dreaming". From that exact moment, I took control. I told myself not to get too excited, as I was scared it would wake me up. I remembered reading online some cool tricks to try out when lucid. I started running and jumped in the air...and...hit the ground hard. "Damn, let's try that again with a little more confidence" I say out loud. I run, jump in the air, and blast off at ridiculous speeds. The crowd goes wild LOL. I see more dragons approaching, smaller, but coming after me. I inhale air...and shoot focused giant waves of air at the dragons, slicing into their scales. After they're taken care of, I close my eyes and teleport to a random city. I land, get far too excited and then wake up. Flying, to say the least, was fun on a whole other level...man oh man.

This one is from a page in a journal I wrote down a few years back, but wanted to post it on here.

I rose in the dream to the sound of screaming. An unrecognizable voice was near me saying something I couldn't understand...what's she saying? "GET THE F*** UP, WE GOTTA GO!" I snap to, taking in my surroundings with what little time I have upon me. I'm on a mountain in what looks like a campsite. Like some dreams, the beginning seemed unclear to me, yet I was not lucid so I was unaware I was dreaming at all. I look to find my wife shaking me trying to get me up. Within those first couple seconds, I finally remember what was going on. A group of people had attacked others in the campsite. The air was filled with disturbing moans, almost deafening like the sound of cicadas. I get up and we start running for our lives towards another cabin that had been used for supplies among the campers in the site. A couple gun shots go off, hand guns it sounds like. I turn in shock as I watch four rounds pierce the chest of one of the moaning people. That shock quickly advances to horror as the shot individual gets up and bites the shooter, literally chewing his neck out. What the hell is going on, I think to myself…
We make it to the cabin and I start rummaging through the drawers looking for anything we can use as a weapon. I run to the rooftop and my wife is helping some survivors tend to their wounds. I tell her to take them across the sky ride attached to the roof (I don’t know what the hell it was doing there but how convenient lol).“If ANYTHING comes through that door that’s not…regular, don’t hesitate to get your ass down the mountain” I tell her. I run back downstairs and barricade the door best I can, knowing that if I need to return to the roof, I can scale the wall from outside or break down the barricade myself. I turn around to arms barely a few inches from grabbing me; I pull out my long knife and slash at them just enough to knock them away. They’re swarming the cabin, but they don't seem tp know to go through the door leading to the sky ride. They’re focused on me and they’re coming through the door. I dart towards the window, jumping through it taking a few cuts and bruises in replacement of what would’ve been my demise.
I run down one of the paths, dodging and juking out any of these “things” that are reaching out to eat me. There’s so f****** many of them… I reach my destination after a few minutes and my little brother is with my mom, dad, and little sister in another cabin. Thankfully there are only four of them outside, but I still have to keep my guard up. I reach in my jacket and pull out a .357 that I apparently had with me this whole time (lol). I take out four extra rounds in my jacket pocket, reassuring myself I have a little more ammo after the next couple shots. I take them out of the house, only to find something else going on outside. More gunshots? Those are automatic weapons though, and more than one… we stealthily make our way back to the original cabin with nobody inhabiting the place, as they’ve all moved somewhere else for the moment’s time. I remove the barricade and we head for the sky ride, my wife waiting for us with the other survivors. We get on and we start taking the sky ride down the mountain. We get to the bottom of the mountain, surrounded by fog…not fog…smoke? Past the smoke is a city engulfed in flames and chaos. I remember a map faintly in my head from when the camp instructor told us about the sky ride…and because I did, I realized that the place we needed to be, a safe zone if you will, was on the other side of the city…

Two friends and I found dead bodies in an ally, covered in giant spider webs. We used tracking skills, leading us into an abandoned warehouse. When we walked into the center of the room, hundreds of cat-like creatures honed in on our position across the ceiling. They leaped down to the floor where we were, mutating in mid-air...human upper bodies emerged from the cats where the head would be. We pulled out our bladed weapons, which seemed to grow larger with mental thought. The fight was on, as we battled these hundreds of creatures. Few were left, as the remaining tried to run for the door. At inhuman, almost instantaneous, speed I flew across the room to meet two of the attackers head on...superman punching one through a wall and another through a steel framed door. I immediately thought to myself...why did I need the sword? This is where this dream ended, LOL.