Dreams

I don't really remember it, but I succeded in a Lucid dream last night!
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Spider-Man said:
You don't remeber :eek: !!!!!!!!!
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I remember buying my mom a birthday present with a friend, but that's it.

It was simple though.
 
Hey, Bane, I have a challenge for you next time you lucidate!

Challenge: Reach in your pocket and pull out a knife that wasn't in there before. Next, will your leg to become as hard as diamond. Then stab it. The knife SHOULD break, and your leg would be unscathed.

So what do you think? I got the idea from a book (credit to the author). Thanks for your time! :)
 
I'll get it done tonight, and give you the results tomorrow.

On a side note, there's the bad side of Lucid Dreams.

Lucid Nightmares.
 
Bane said:
On a side note, there's the bad side of Lucid Dreams.

Lucid Nightmares.
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Tell me about it. *shudders*
 
Bane said:
Did you do anything when you lucidated?
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If you mean non dreaming I rolled over.

If you mean in the dream I made the store and all the stuff in it.
 
Very well.

Lucid nightmares are basically when you realise you are dreaming, however, the dream takes an unexpected turn, that will contain something frightening. You can see you are dreaming, but the unexpected horrific event will cause you to lose control of the dream, to the point where the dream takes a hold of you and you'll find it hard to get away from the dream. There has been few reported cases that people need an outside source to wake them up. Lucid Nightmares are normally caused by excessive nightmares.

But don't fret! Lucid Nightmares almost never happen. In fact, 1 in 2000 people get them at least once in their life. Nothing to worry about.

Luckily, I haven't had any nightmares since I was seven, so I'm not succeptible to any lucid nightmares.
 
I have nightmares a lot, but never Lucid nightmares.
 
Bane said:
But don't fret! Lucid Nightmares almost never happen. In fact, 1 in 2000 people get them at least once in their life. Nothing to worry about.
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That actually sounds like fairly high odds for such a freakish experience.
 
Jack Noir said:
Bane said:
But don't fret! Lucid Nightmares almost never happen. In fact, 1 in 2000 people get them at least once in their life. Nothing to worry about.
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That actually sounds like fairly high odds for such a freakish experience.
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I've had one before. Mine wasn't that bad, but it was scary.
 
J-Yoshi64 said:
Challenge: Reach in your pocket and pull out a knife that wasn't in there before. Next, will your leg to become as hard as diamond. Then stab it. The knife SHOULD break, and your leg would be unscathed.
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Ugh. I had a lucid dream last night. I attempted my own challenge. I had the knife ready to strike..... :'( I chickened out! I was afraid my leg hadn't hardened! :'( I feel like a disgrace to lucid dreamers.......
 
Speaking of which, did that. The knife did indeed break. After that, I got bored, so I decided to become a super villain who takes over the world, and defeats the only person who can destroy my reign.

I think I'll conclude it tomorrow.
 
on the bright side, I did have fun messing around with the color of stuff. For example, my first order of business after lucidating, (well, aside from getting my brother's attention. He was there) was turning a bare tree blue. Then I turned a barn yellow. Then green. Then I turned a folder purple. Unfortunately, my subconsious wasn't about to let me off the hook about my challenge. Whenever I put my hands in my pockets, I kept pulling out knife after knife after knife. Eventually I tried to make the next knife disappear. It didn't work! I was slowly losing my control over the dream (not realizing it until I woke up this morning). The last thing I remember happening to my will was pulling 2¢ out of my pocket. Then I unlucidated. That's right, no more controlling what happens. No knowing I was in a dream. Not knowing was the worst part.
 
Jack Noir said:
If you know you're in a dream, but can't escape, conjure up a bunch of awesome weapons and shields for yourself.
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He said he Unlucidated

Last night I dreamed I was sick. That's it.
 
I think once a few months ago, after I woke up in the middle of the early morning and decided to go to sleep for another couple hours, I sort of knew I was in a dream, so I tried making myself float around. I floated out of my bed and tried to go down the stairs and out of my house, but I wasn't very good at controlling it. I managed to do it anyway. Then I either went into a regular dream or just woke up.

It was awesome.
 
Mariomario64 said:
I think once a few months ago, after I woke up in the middle of the early morning and decided to go to sleep for another couple hours, I sort of knew I was in a dream, so I tried making myself float around. I floated out of my bed and tried to go down the stairs and out of my house, but I wasn't very good at controlling it. I managed to do it anyway. Then I either went into a regular dream or just woke up.

It was awesome.
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Yeah, my theory is that the first few lucid dreams you have, you immediately wake up, in shock of your realisation. Then you slowly progress to staying in your dreams, and, though not very well, are in control of your dreams. Afterwards you become more interested in lucidity, you start to fathom the possibilities that you can have in these dreams, and sooner or later, you can control any lucid dream you get with perfection. You can even get to a point where you can tell in almost any dream that you're dreaming, like me.
 
So I had this really strange dream for a month or two ago ago. In this dream, I was a student at a school. All buildings were built from red bricks, almost like the ones you would see in a cartoon. The school also had a playground (nobody ever went or played there, by the way) which was placed at the centre of the school area. And I also see that there is a place to park bikes at before you would enter the school area. This is what I have seen before I saw myself in the dream.

Then, when I finally saw myself, I notice that I have been put in second grade. Then I started to wonder why I actually was put in second grade. Heck, in my own opinion, the school didn't even need grades at all, because — to my current knowledge — every student who attended the school were so stupid all they could do was to be retarded as fuck. So, when I realised that I had been put in the wrong class, I just walked out of class — mathematics, easy mathematics — and went for a walk around the school locales.

Eventually, I found an extremely vast, unadvertised library that was so large it required two floors to hold all of the books that were available to loan from the library. Those two floors were connected by a quite majestic staircase in the middle of the room, and it also had two elevators to ensure that even the handicapped could utilise the second floor. When I saw the library, I also spotted a girl in my age who stood near the library's entrance. When I saw her, I started chatting up with her. I found her quite likeable, and I asked whether she wanted to join me with exploring the library or not. When she approved of my suggestion, she and I immediately entered it to search for any interesting books it might have housed at that time.

Having searched the library's currently accessible books, we eventually found a quite large bookcase labelled 'History'. We then decided upon that the recently-found bookcase was interesting for us, whereby we started investigate its contents. In that bookcase, we found a somewhat huge book detailing the history of the school. Half of its pages were just pictures, the other half just text; it followed the pattern of a picture-filled page to a text-filled page all the time. We decided to take the book for investigating its contents in closer detail. Then we went to find somewhere we could sit to read the book. But we did not just sit in any other chair, we found a throne made entirely made out of wood and large enough for the two of us to barely fit in it, and it was located at the top of the previously mentioned staircase. And as we had not seen the throne there when we previously went up the stairs, we became confused about seeing the throne there.

Then, finding ourselves comfortable in the throne, we started to read the book. Many hours later, we realised that the day was almost over. We then asked the librarian whether we could keep the book or not. As she did not enjoy the proposed idea, she turned it down. Disappointed with the results of our question, we asked for a compromise: we were allowed to read the book, but if and only if we read it in school and during school time. She gladly accepted the compromise we gave to her.

Now, as she had accepted the compromise, reading the book became our only interest for an entire week. We found many clues as to why the school was corrupted and that the students did not learn anything at all. And after a while, we found various cryptic and old maps of some secret underground cave-system that was located beneath the school. We then decided to go investigate the matter by ourselves, but the day we were supposed to do it, I found out she could not attend school that day. This saddened me a bit, for she had grown onto me during the time we had been studying and learning about the school's past and the events that happened around the school for some years ago. Still feeling sad, I decided to go investigate the matter by myself instead.

Following the maps and with relative ease, I happened to find the aforementioned cave-system. I found them rather dark, damp and dangerous caves, but nevertheless, I moved forward. As I ventured deeper and deeper into the caves, I found something rather uncanny for the very environment I was currently in: a perfectly normal, well-maintained, well-constructed door. Having seen this door, I got curious about the door. I tried to open it — and I was surprised that the door was not locked at all, for it opened without a hitch. Having passed through the doorway, I saw massive piles of paper. Then I see the main head behind this evil non-learning business: Dolores Jane Umbridge — from the Harry Potter-series — was the headmistress of the school. I then proceeded to have a battle of wits against her, a battle I won with relative ease. Then, after having defeater her, everything came back to normal, I met that girl again, and we became a couple.

FIN​
 
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