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I had my first ever experience with lucid dreaming last night, and it was one of the coolest experiences I've ever had. It started as just a regular dream; I was walking across a ravine on-campus when I saw my friends Charles and Evan in the back of a VW Beetle-Truck hybrid driving with a bunch of strangers beneath the cliff. I decided it would be quickest to join them, so I leapt from the ravine and into the back of the truck. This woke them up, and we talked about nonsense until the truck passed my stop. So I jumped out and walked into what was a noir theatre. One of the local actors was there welcoming people, but I couldn't figure out what it was until other film students started coming in, smoking in fedoras. I wandered around the stage, which was a mountainous theatre-in-the-round stage, got bored, and left. I found myself in a stark-white pharmacy/grocery, empty save for the balding cashier in a white coat. I started going through all the medications, all in white boxes, but couldn't find any, so I moved on to the refrigerators. I saw a middle-aged woman in floral prints for the first time, looked down, and realized I was naked save for a towel wrapped around my waist, which was drooping, so I had to hold it over my crotch.
At this point, I thought, "Oh! This is a dream!"
And then I started really dream-hopping, going from scenario to scenario to scenario. And whenever I would get bored with the way things were going, I would find myself transported back to my bed. But it never woke me, and my room was always some strange hybrid. At one point everything was glowing and I had to find a way to make it all stop. In another, the images on my computer started bending and folding outwards, not quite 3D but just intrusive. I dreamt of people showing up naked in my room, deliberately thinking that I should do it just to abuse the power of lucidity, and I dreamt that my penis was a parabola. The last portion took place in some room that closely resembled my living room in London, where I was sitting on a couch. I saw a homeless man running around outside (the windows were literally ground-level), begging for money. He got turned down and then noticed me in the window. He came over and started beating on the window, over and over, but I refused to give him any money. Finally he pulled out a brochure for a benefit across town that he was trying to get to. I felt bad, so I opened the window and grabbed at a pile of pennies beside it. I handed him all my pennies, but when he reached for them he knocked the change from my hand, and suddenly they were quarters and dollar coins, spilling everywhere, and he was grabbing everything he could find, and he kept pulling money out of my hand but it never diminished, so he never had any reason to stop. Finally he screamed "That's enough!" and pulled my hand away. And he looked at me and told me that he knew where I lived now, and he'd be back for more money every day, and that one day he'd come back with a shoot me, then move in and replace me.
At that point, I was terrifiedand told myself that it was time to prove to myself that this was just a dream. So I decided to wake up, and then I did. And I was back in my room, buried under my covers, with the sheets over my head. I checked my alarm clock; it was 3:22, and I'd been asleep for no more than two hours. But, honestly, I can't wait to go back to sleep tonight.
At this point, I thought, "Oh! This is a dream!"
And then I started really dream-hopping, going from scenario to scenario to scenario. And whenever I would get bored with the way things were going, I would find myself transported back to my bed. But it never woke me, and my room was always some strange hybrid. At one point everything was glowing and I had to find a way to make it all stop. In another, the images on my computer started bending and folding outwards, not quite 3D but just intrusive. I dreamt of people showing up naked in my room, deliberately thinking that I should do it just to abuse the power of lucidity, and I dreamt that my penis was a parabola. The last portion took place in some room that closely resembled my living room in London, where I was sitting on a couch. I saw a homeless man running around outside (the windows were literally ground-level), begging for money. He got turned down and then noticed me in the window. He came over and started beating on the window, over and over, but I refused to give him any money. Finally he pulled out a brochure for a benefit across town that he was trying to get to. I felt bad, so I opened the window and grabbed at a pile of pennies beside it. I handed him all my pennies, but when he reached for them he knocked the change from my hand, and suddenly they were quarters and dollar coins, spilling everywhere, and he was grabbing everything he could find, and he kept pulling money out of my hand but it never diminished, so he never had any reason to stop. Finally he screamed "That's enough!" and pulled my hand away. And he looked at me and told me that he knew where I lived now, and he'd be back for more money every day, and that one day he'd come back with a shoot me, then move in and replace me.
At that point, I was terrifiedand told myself that it was time to prove to myself that this was just a dream. So I decided to wake up, and then I did. And I was back in my room, buried under my covers, with the sheets over my head. I checked my alarm clock; it was 3:22, and I'd been asleep for no more than two hours. But, honestly, I can't wait to go back to sleep tonight.