Where are you from?: Planet Earth, Coordinate (37, 68) of the Milky Way Galaxy
Was this your first lucid Dream?: No
How many lucid dreams have you had?: 3 or 2 a week
Subject: Real-Life Affects Lucid Dream
This is one of the more peculiar dreams of mine; I have never had a dream above limited lucidity. When I want something to happen, it doesn’t, but if something clicks at the back of my mind, my imagination swirls and it happens. I don’t know why I get lucid dreams as I am not very self conscious most the time. I did not intend to get the dreams. I just get them without trying, so I guess I’m pretty lucky.
The dream started out semi-lucid right off the bat. It was the middle of the day, and I was in my school, fifth period social studies. I realized something peculiar was happening. (I didn’t intend to have a lucid dream)For instance, the room was a lot more colorless, odorless, and featureless. The fish tank was missing, as well as all the posters on the wall and projects. That was when I realized I was in a dream, and suddenly I was back at my house at night. I must’ve been reading too much of those WWII books recently, because there were uniformed men at our door.
Suddenly, my senses improved and I heard a voice, “Report immediately or we will be force to comply with orders.” By now, I was fully aware of my sleepiness, cool air, and fabrics of my sheets. This was my first lucid dream in which a real threat has been displayed, so instead of doing what I would do in an unconscious dream, like just stumbling along into captivity, I did what I would do in real life. I made a run for it, smashing through the living room window and sprinting across the streets, which was heaving and cracking and the clouds were red. But like I said, even in a lucid dream, my mind won’t allow things that don’t make sense in real life, or at least things in my control.
I stopped to catch my breath and fell onto the garden floor next to our local library. The garden was less realistic, without any bugs, or imperfections in the plants design. The soil felt moist and I actually fell into another sleep. This one was of waking up into my room, muttering something and feeling relived that it was over. But of course I was wrong. I lie down in my bed, falling asleep again. (In case you haven’t noticed, I fall through many layers during my dreams, since in real life I’m always tired.)
Now I was in a meadow. I don’t remember what happened here, but it was the place where I realized I had fallen too far. A huge screeching sound happened and I woke up in my ‘room’ again. There was a slimy red slug on my forehead, and soon it formed many others which began sliding down my neck. I must’ve lost some consciousness, since I started walking around. I remember stumbling outside, and hearing another screeching sound that brought me back to reality. I willed myself to wake up, and it worked like it usually does. Now I was back in the mound of soil. From here, I lost a lot of consciousness, being shipped into a dome, seeing some nasty human dissections, and being lead down to a building.
Then I fell into blackness for a period of time I don’t remember until hearing a strum, but at that point I didn’t know it was my own alarm, just something in my dream. In the room I was a again, the sound of my alarm fading away, when I became fully lucid and aware of the red emergency button that I was imagining from a alien invasion movie at the back of my head. I leaned over and pressed it, like the main character Chris had done, and the room spun into chaos with people running all over the place. I think I saw some familiar faces, but then I woke up. That’s when I understood the screeching sounds of my door, the alarm, and the wet beads of sweat that had trickled down my neck…I hate it when things in real life affect the dream world. Two things that would make the dreams better:
1: Nothing from real life interfering with deeper layers of dreaming
2: Being able to control things…complete lucidity