Lucid dreams
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To my knowledge, I've only had two. I didn't have any control over the dreams, and they both ended badly. The last one started out kind of cool as I was exploring abandoned science stations in the middle of the jungle (this was the night after the Lost season ended), I then got attacked by aliens, then I ended up getting warped onto my front lawn, which for some reason was filled with rotting lawn-waste (my family had dropped this stuff off at the dump earlier in the week). I was overcome by the smeel, started throwing up, and I woke up coughing phlegm all over my pillow.
My first lucid dream was quite miserable, and it was exacerbated by the fact that I was only 5 or 6 at the time. My memory is a little hazy, but I can still remember certain it surprisingly well. The sky was blood red. My dad was driving myself and my older brother home. When we arrive at the house, my dad notices that the front door has been broken down. After he walks in to check out the situation, we hear screams. The world suddenly grows smaller. My perspective becomes contorted; it's like I'm looking out of a concave lens. Suddenly, clowns wielding knives begin closing in on my brother and me (unfortunately, I am not making this up) and we run down the street. I turn around; the road is gone and so is my brother. I am standing on the edge of a cliff, the clowns are coming. I fall; I hit the floor; I wake up on the ground in my bedroom. The strangest thing is, while I was crying afterwards, it was only because it hurt when I fell off of the bed, not any of the crazy and disturbing stuff I had just witnessed.
My first lucid dream was quite miserable, and it was exacerbated by the fact that I was only 5 or 6 at the time. My memory is a little hazy, but I can still remember certain it surprisingly well. The sky was blood red. My dad was driving myself and my older brother home. When we arrive at the house, my dad notices that the front door has been broken down. After he walks in to check out the situation, we hear screams. The world suddenly grows smaller. My perspective becomes contorted; it's like I'm looking out of a concave lens. Suddenly, clowns wielding knives begin closing in on my brother and me (unfortunately, I am not making this up) and we run down the street. I turn around; the road is gone and so is my brother. I am standing on the edge of a cliff, the clowns are coming. I fall; I hit the floor; I wake up on the ground in my bedroom. The strangest thing is, while I was crying afterwards, it was only because it hurt when I fell off of the bed, not any of the crazy and disturbing stuff I had just witnessed.
Someone received the "Champion of the Universe" award, and the belt that was the trophy turned all of the contestants into a pink jelly monster, with super strength and stuff. And at the end every pink jelly monster sat on a beach as they took turns attacking the guy who orchestrated all of it. He was eventually taken down with several blasts from a spartan laser. It felt very real to me...
Oh, and I had a dream where I was falling, and when I hit the "ground", I woke up, and it felt as if I had fallen onto my bed.
Oh, and I had a dream where I was falling, and when I hit the "ground", I woke up, and it felt as if I had fallen onto my bed.
I fell asleep watching Star Wars once, and had a dream involving hotdogs and a space blob of ketchup.
I realized I was dreaming when the ketchup took out the ISS Harbinger, and just decided to let the dream continue.
I realized I was dreaming when the ketchup took out the ISS Harbinger, and just decided to let the dream continue.
my most lucid dream happened only a couple weeks ago. i was in a dream where i drew stuff and people became it,and we fought giant armored worms and terminators. i got sick of it though,and decided it should end. i grabbed the ground,dug my hand in,and ripped the dream up. as my hand went up in the dream,it did in real life,and i awoke.
Most of my dreams are lucid and once I realise it's a dream I usually start to control it. I'm usually not in control of one's I'm not enjoying and it takes me a while to work out how to wake myself up if it's paticularly bad, they usually aren't though.