So as if to prove how easy attaining lucid dreams can be, after months of not recording my dreams, I post ONE summary of two nights worth of dreams, go to sleep thinking about becoming aware that I’m dreaming, and I became lucid.
Unfortunately, my recollections, no matter how many supplements, brain exercises, journals (both of the waking and dreaming activities) are still not the best if a dream is “too long”. I cannot remember the first half of my lucid dream, so I don’t remember if something specific made me do a reality check (ie. something out of the ordinary that makes you question reality and verifies whether you’re dreaming or not), but I do remember DOING the reality check. I looked at my right hand, and all five fingers were visible. I raised my left hand to double check and my brain couldn’t process all 10 digits, so immediately a few fingers on the right hand disappeared.
I don’t remember much about what I did with that first half of lucidity. I remember people were populating my dream and I mostly walked past them and ignored them. I then recall feeling as though I had woken up, but it was my bedroom from 20 some years ago as a kid, so I jumped back up and did another reality check, and this time did several “cliche”, but fun things to do when you’re aware you’re dreaming.
I walked out into my living room, which had several mirrors, and jumped in front of one. At the very least, the brain can’t match up the corresponding image’s movements with your own — but often the mirror images get even stranger than that. This time around, I was shirtless in the reflection and wearing a dark, black veil. It looked like something out of a Guillermo Del Toro (Pan’s Labyrinth) type movie. I was amused, but a little creeped out, but I had to know what was under the veil. I lifted it, and it was just my face, which made me laugh. Then I noticed a mirror to my left, so I moved in front of it and would occasionally look back to the one in front of me as well. All were out of sync, and cracking me up. To quote Billy Idol, I was dancing with myself. Suddenly, a second me ran in front of me, back and forth in the living room. Apparently I had really confused my brain, so I decided I’d best move to the next fun thing to do.
I stepped outside and was now wearing a trench coat. I lifted into the air, as a strong breeze blew, and I was soon dozens of feet above the houses below. For a split second, I heard someone calling for me, but I ignored it, not wanting to be distracted from flying. I reached for my coat, to spread it out like wings and I almost fell, so I decided to just go with the flow and not get too fancy. Below I saw my childhood best friend’s house, so I swooped down to his bedroom window.
I was probably 11 years old when we were friends, so it was going to be strange and bittersweet to chat with a little version of him, but it was something I can only do in a dream. I knocked on his window, and while the room wasn’t setup as I remember it from childhood, it felt right. He sat up in his bed, confused, and called out. I said who it was, so he came to the window. He was far more innocent and young than he was in reality, and he offered me a star-shaped brownie cookie with crystalized sugar on top. Eating in a lucid dream is also interesting, because you’re aware your brain is creating flavors, textures, etc. The brownie was delicious, and I was a bit bummed I wasn’t going to get milk because I didn’t want him to wake up his mom or dad.
At that moment, someone else walked into the room. I thought it was going to be his mom, but it turned out to be a fictional younger brother that, in my dream mind thought really existed but had died before I ever knew him. Unless there’s some dark recesses that knows something that my conscious mind doesn’t, my friend never had another sibling.
Soon, I was waking up, and not fighting it. I think even then I realized that if I kept this dream going, I would start forgetting even more of it than I already had.