Moonbeam's Lucids

[Moonbeam]

I thought I would collect all my lucids into one thread, like a few other people are doing.   Maybe it will inspire someone, maybe I can use it to inspire myself when I'm having a dry-spell.  Anyway, I'll start doing this a couple dreams at at a time.  They will be basically in the order that I had them.  I started lucid dreaming almost two years ago exactly, so that is the period of time that they cover.  This doesn't include dreams that are extremely short, or dreams that I called lucid but when I look back on them seem very low-level.

EDIT:  At first I said don't comment, but that's OK, comment at will.  Some of these dreams happened a long time ago, but actually I always remember my lucids pretty well, so they don't feel that old to me.

[Moonbeam]

Lucid Theater

I'm in a strange neighborhood, and I seem to be in the process of moving into one of the houses. I leave and go to a huge outdoor buffet with a crowd of people. I'm with LP, an old friend I haven't talked to for a while. She won't go where I want to go, so I feel slightly annoyed. I take off walking without her and suddenly I have an overwhelming feeling of strangeness and I know it is a dream. I look at my hands, and they seem to be glowing. I realize I don't have to worry about my stuff I left at the table or my friend and I take off to see what I can see. I see my friend being carried off on a platter in the form of a cake—her head sticking out the top and her hands flapping at the side of the platter.

I try flying and floating without much luck. I realize that I am being accompanied by a man I don't recognize, but he looks at me in a knowing (vaguely friendly, not sinister) way and I know that he knows that this is my dream. I go into what looks like a movie theater and it is very dark inside. I yell "Light!" and "Clarity!", and it works. The man communicates to me (via ESP) that he knows I am lucid. There are lots of people milling around. I go down the corridors and open the doors into the various theaters. The knowing DC follows me, he feels like a friend, and I think, "Too bad you're not my type" and then I feel guilty that I might have hurt his feelings. Then I think how stupid that is; he is in my dream and a part of me, therefore he can not feel rejected and he acknowledges (again by ESP) that this is true.

I continue opening the doors, and the atmosphere of each gets more and more disturbing; the crowd in each successive theater seems more rowdy and dangerous and violent, wearing more leather, and in the last one I see fights and somebody being strangled, and I am starting to get scared. I look at my hands and one is misshapen and deformed-- two of my fingers are fused.

[Moonbeam]

Lucid Beach 

I am at a crowded beach with people who I know are my family but are not clearly recognizable as individuals, except for one to whom I am talking and who keeps changing from one person to another, sometimes becoming somebody I don't recognize, which does not seem right and startles me. I stare at her face and I become lucid. I look around.  It is a gray day but warm and pleasant enough, and in the water it seems sunnier and people are surfing and skiing. There is a bridge over a channel, which leads to the sea, and I think about flying to the top of the wires but I am scared to try. I realize I shouldn't be, but I can't bring myself to do it. I decide to join the people in the water, but I realize I don't have a bathing suit. I try to conjure one but it doesn't work. I realize I can just take one off the many DC's walking around, so I wait for a woman to walk by with one that I like, and I go over to her and start to try to take her suit off her body. She resists, but in a mute robotic way, trying to block wherever I pull at her, and I wonder why doesn't she let me do this, since she isn't real. I feel ashamed of myself and stop.

[Moonbeam]

WILD Attempt

I woke up about 2:00. I had eaten too much for supper, and I wasn't sleeping well. I couldn't get back to sleep for a long time, and I thought it would be a good time to try to induce an LD. I was really wide awake, so I got up and took a sublingual melatonin/B6 tablet, and I went back to bed and tried to do MILD but it wasn't working. Then T got up and went to the bathroom and talked to me a little and then I was REALLY wide awake. So I was laying on my back, which is not my natural sleeping position, and I was finally getting sleepy.

I wasn't really thinking about anything, but suddenly I thought I was dreaming. It was dark and it was like a mental dream with no sensational component, so I tried spinning and rubbing my hands together, but since I wasn't really aware of my body it was just like imagining it and it didn't bring me into a real dream. All of a sudden I realized that my eyes were open, and I could see, but that didn't make sense because the room would have been too dark to see anyway, and things didn't look quite right, and it seemed like I was sitting up instead of lying down. I tried to really open my eyes but I couldn't; I tried to close them but I couldn't. Next, I thought Tom was up moving around, getting dressed, and then he was back in bed chewing gum. I realized that was probably not happening and was part of the transitional experience. It sounded like a lot of people chewing gum really loud. I was getting annoyed because I knew I was dreaming but I couldn't see anything. Then I kind of forced like a little spotlight, and in it I saw like a little movie (of people dancing and colorful fabric floating around).

[Moonbeam]

Lucid Repairman

I'm in the yard. I become lucid with no apparent stimulus. Everything is very bright and hyper-real. I remember my cue to do an RC (I had been trying to create dream-signs, as a form of MILD), so I look around for a stop sign (I'm doing it backwards). I think about the one at the end of the street, which I really shouldn't have been able to see from where I was. I realize this was all backwards from how it was supposed to happen. Workmen are doing repairs on the house, up on ladders. I look at them (having in mind finding a good-looking one) and one is attractive (tall, dark curly hair, no shirt), not anyone that I know IRL. I will him into the house and we start having sex. It's good and I come almost immediately. Then he physically begins to change and seems to be injured and maybe bleeding, so I get away from him.

[Moonbeam]

Lucid Flying

(I don't know how the dream starts.) I am flying, lucid, high up in the clouds and I realize I am not scared, which amazes me. I try to think of the next step to prove my fearlessness and control. There is a vast expanse of water beneath me. I plan to dive-bomb straight into it. So I head down and start going faster and faster, but chicken out at the last minute and disperse myself into a body-less state. I am mad at myself for my fear.

[Moonbeam]

Lucid Barn and Bar

I am in a huge 3-sided barn that seems to be some sort of horse-washing assembly line.  It starts with pools that the horses are in and progresses to scrubbing and drying. I seem to be on some sort of field trip for school; kind of a boring one, as usual. Lots of horse-washers are busily working. A horse gets away and runs down the aisle past us into the field. In the distance I see other buildings.  

(Wake up; DEILD) I am back in the horse barn; I suddenly realize with astonishment that I am back in a place I was just dreaming about! The horse-washing establishment suddenly seems really boring, and I head across the field to one of the other buildings, which I "know" is a bar.

After I get in it seems familiar and I wonder if I had been there in my dream a little while before. It is kind of dark, not very noisy, not a little city corner bar, but one of those big bars out in the country that have pool tables, a stage, lots of tables, and room to hang out, even an upstairs, I think. A few people are there, hard to tell how many from the entrance. I go to what I assume is the bartender, but rather than being behind a bar he is in like an old-time bank teller's cage or one of those casino exchange places. The menu is written on a shiny surface and tilted at an angle towards me. I try to read it but it is incomprehensible. The bartender, a scruffy biker-bar type, says, "You've had this reading problem before, haven't you?" I feel defensive and say, "Yeah, because it is a dream!", and, annoyed, I ask for a glass of water. As he hands it to me, I say "Oh, put a little scotch in it", and he does.

I take my drink and start to walk around. I find some people working in larger cage, I look in the window and tell them they are DC's, and ask what they think about that. They are unimpressed and continue to work.  One older woman looks interested and (we have a long and what I thought was a very profound conversation but I can't remember any of it).

I walk away, there are people sitting on couches, standing around talking, not much exciting going on, nobody pays much attention to me. I try to stand at the edge of some groups to see what is happening, but the conversations are inane. I try to spin, I remember yelling "MORE LUCIDITY!" at one point, but nothing exciting happens. I reach and pull on a DC's hair; she is a chubby woman with long blond hair. I really give it a yank, and she turns around and looks at me, very confused and a little scared. I say sweetly, "Oh, your hair is so pretty, I wanted it for myself." She gives me a little smile, like she is humoring me, but she still thinks I'm nuts, and moves away. I think, this is ridiculous, and I decide to find a man and have some fun. I look around, figuring there must be someone halfway decent there.

I go up to two men and tell one to come with me.  He is tall, completely bald, but not too bad looking; I think, he'll do in a pinch. I ask him, does he want to have some fun? He is like, sure, and kind of gives a thumbs-up to his friend. I lie down and tell him to come down, don't worry, it's a dream, we can do it right here, no one will care. I am already very excited at this point and I know it won't take much. He hesitates, and I get annoyed, I tell I am going to close my eyes and reach down and I better feel his head where I want it. My threat appears to be meaningless because I reach down and don't feel a bald head, so I open my eyes and he is gone. People are walking around quickly like it is last call. I grab a woman walking by, very pretty, and pull her towards me. She looks scared, and I tell her what I want. She resists but I assure her it is OK, I pull her on top of me and pull her shirt off, and lick her chest.  Instantly I am coming.


FA--Tom is up and showering, I knew he had to go to work early, but he got up 20 minutes before he had to, which is not like him. I get up and walk to the bathroom, talking to him; he says my dreams woke him up. The room is bright; something is slightly off, and I realize it is an FA. Cool, I think, I am still dreaming! Maybe I can extend it for a while...then I really wake up. (What is weird at that point is that it is exactly what time I thought it was in the FA. Tom is still sleeping, and I get up.)

[phoenelai]

, I tell I am going to close my eyes and reach down and I better feel his head where I want it. My threat appears to be meaningless because I reach down and don't feel a bald head, so I open my eyes and he is gone. People are walking around quickly like it is last call. I grab a woman walking by, very pretty, and pull her towards me. She looks scared  and I tell her what I want. She resists but I assure her it is OK, I pull her on top of me and pull her shirt off, and lick her chest.  Instantly I am coming.
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FA--T is up and showering, I knew he had to go to work early, but he got up 20 minutes before he had to, which is not like him. I get up and walk to the bathroom, talking to him; he says my dreams woke him up. The room is bright; something is slightly off, and I realize it is an FA. Cool, I think, I am still dreaming! Maybe I can extend it for a while...then I really wake up. (What is weird at that point is that it is exactly what time I thought it was in the FA. T is still sleeping, and I get up.)

That's what I'm talking about, demand that shi+. Hot hot hot...

[Moonbeam]

OK, I guess I'll let people comment in here, since it's inevitable, and kind of dumb to have a thread of only dreams with not comments.  So disregard the above reqeust; in fact, I'll go change it.

Thank you, Phoenelai for your observation and comment.  Yes, I can be quite demanding in my dreams.

[Moonbeam]

Cigarette but No Sex  

I'm in a big hallway, with lots of people walking around. It is like an airport but also like a hotel. I am with people from work.  I think we are at a conference.  MJ says we need to get our tickets to go to Miami, and then I realize we are just now on our way to the conference. I try to gather our things, but they are all loose and I have piles of shoes and clothes, all disorganized. He gets his ticket and I try to buy one at a counter but am unsuccessful. RJ is there now too and they are hurrying to leave. I am left behind and leave the building, walking thru streets filled with people.

I am walking with DM from work; at this point I become lucid. I look at my hands, and I see like 3 thumbs and 8 fingers on one hand. I am happy to be lucid, but unhappy with the environment. I try to spin; I close my eyes and see gray and silver splotches, and for a second I think I am waking up but I open my eyes and DM is looking at me curiously, like I am sick or something. So I think I'll just continue on, but I still wish I was in a different place.

At one point I remember wishing for (an object?) and looking down to see if it appeared in my hands, but it didn't. The streets are gray and drab and everyone is walking around like it is some kind of street party, but not a very fun one. We come to a construction site or dock, very industrial looking with beams and metal mesh grates, and I see a youngish man lying on a grate. I approach him, lie down next to him, and take my clothes off. (Edit I forgot this part until later in the day when I saw someone smoking: The reason I approached him was he was smoking a cigarette and I wanted one. I asked him and he handed me a pipe-like cigarette holder thing that I couldn't figure out how to smoke it. I asked him again and he gave me a regular cigarette. I smoked it, and it was very good and I was amazed how realistic it was.) He unzips and reaches into his pants and shows me, and asks me if that is what I want. I do take him in my hand but I feel like he is teasing me. He seems very lethargic and suddenly I do not feel like it is worth the effort.

I get up, and at this point I think I am awake although I am still naked and at the construction site. I think, I need to record my dream and I am talking into my recorder and walking around the site. Three workmen look at me and gesture and I know they are referring to my nakedness but I wave them off, annoyed. I see some more people from work walking away and I join them, happy to be with people I know. TK hands me a blue silk robe and I put it on, thanking her.

[Moonbeam]

Lucid Apartment

I am at a family reunion with aunts and cousins.  I am somewhat surprised and annoyed by the situation. I think there is something wrong with my clothes and I decide to leave. I go outside to a busy street. I realize I am staying at a fancy hotel across the street. Suddenly I am lucid. I see the grass and the detail of all the blades, it's so beautiful, and I am amazed. I go to a cab and lean in and look at the driver. He is tall with curly brown hair and a mustache, dressed like a limo driver, quite attractive. I say "Take me to my hotel, and come up while I change clothes and have sex with me." He is surprised, but agreeable. I hand him $20, and he says OK. I get in the back seat, with his assistant, who I hadn't noticed before.  He is a little nondescript guy who I know is there to carry the suitcases. The driver asks me if I'd rather go to his parents' house, which is very nice. Since I realize I don't really need to change clothes anymore, I say that is all right.

We are driving thru a very nice neighborhood with big houses and wide, divided, tree-lined streets. Then we pass thru this neighborhood and go to a less nice area with apartment buildings. We stop at one and he says we are at his house. I am still OK with this and realize it doesn't matter where we are as long as we get inside and get to business. We all get out and go into an apartment. He says, "Don't mind the priest." I am starting to get very annoyed at this point; I am still lucid but I realize I have no control whatsoever and I am starting to think that I am not going to get what I want. We go inside and I see some black robes thrown over the back of a chair; he says the priest is not home, and I realize that the priest is like his roommate or something. (Lose lucidity.)

I see a birdcage on top of the fridge; the bird seems to be wearing little clothes and his wings are trapped inside the jacket. I think this is cruel, but then I see more birds, free and in cages, and I realize that the driver is a bird-trainer. He hands me a big, beautiful, black, blue, and white bird who climbs on my arms and shoulders. The apartment is suddenly filled with people; relatives of his, I think. There are old people and kids, all talking and laughing. They are Mediterranean or Middle-eastern and the smell of delicious Greek food fills the kitchen. I have a conversation with the bird, asking it questions like "Do you like lasagna? (Yes!) But do you like kitties? (Yes!)", and it likes everything I say, and it talks back to me. I think it is very profound and wonderful to be talking to this bird, and I am glad to be with the people, and I hope the food will be ready soon.

[Moonbeam]

Richard Gere and the Laundry

Richard Gere and I are in a room of mirrors, switching clothes with each other; he is naked and I am wearing his leather vest which somehow covers my whole body like one-piece underwear or a corset. I think it looks really good on me. I am me, but I am also watching us from a crouched down position in the corner.

Then I'm living in a strange house, there are lots of relatives around, including dead grandparents. There is a little concrete cat statue which I feel is trying to communicate with me. I touch it and realize it has a spirit, but it cannot move because it is made of concrete. I think if I can find it a more appropriate "body", like a stuffed animal, then the spirit can transfer into this and will be able to move. I then notice that the cat statue it is also a planter, and the plant is dead. I think I may need to replace the plant too.

I go into the bathroom to get dressed, and as I am putting my socks on I notice they are covered with daddy-long-legs, which are trying to bite me thru the socks. I am disgusted and try to pull them off, but they stick to the socks. I take the socks off and throw them into a basket. I am wearing a robe, and I take the basket full of clothes and climb the stairs to where the bedrooms are. At this point I become lucid. I realize it is a very low-level lucidity and could be easily lost. I think that I better not try for much, because have very little control of the dream. I think the best I can do is maybe imagine a man in my bed when I get upstairs, so I try to imagine a person under the covers. I don't even go so far as to what he looks like. Then I have thoughts about how nice it is to get some of these chores, like laundry, done while I am dreaming, and I wonder if they will really be done when I wake up. I figure I will probably forget to notice if extra work is done.

[Moonbeam]

Flying Away

I'm in a large dark room in a strange house, an old place with radiators, big rooms, and high ceilings. The shades on the windows are pulled down and it is dark and gloomy. I am sitting with my back against one wall, on the floor, and several young rough looking people are looking at me. They are a gang, I think, maybe three boys and two girls. A couple scruffy dogs are in the room too, and one comes to me and I can tell it likes me. I pet it, and I think, I am their leader now, and they look at me expectantly.

Then they all get up and leave thru the front door, closing it behind them. I try to go too, but I can't get the door open. The room is really dark and I am scared. Suddenly I am lucid. I want out of there, so I try to be sensible without losing the dream. I try to open the door but it won't open, actually it doesn't seem to be a door anymore. I say "lights" quietly, because it doesn't seem like a good idea to yell. Nothing happens, so I yell "LIGHTS ON!"--but still nothing. I spin, but as usual I just see gray and silver sparks, like when you stand up and get a head-rush.

When I open my eyes, I am still in the room. I think, this is really stupid, so I run at a window and lift up my arms and break thru it. I  think that I might find a cliff to jump off of (lucid task) but instead I fly out over a cityscape. I am flying, with the wind blowing, and it is incredibly beautiful. Then I start noticing some details, I see cars parked and they look funny, painted colors that are too bright, and they all look like the same kind of car. My foot hits a tall pole, and I kind of get off balance. I realize I am losing it, and I am disappointed.

[Moonbeam]

The Chiropractor in the Shower

I am living in a strange neighborhood.  There is an outside community shower, a big square tiled area with about 10 showerheads. I am showering with a man who I know is a chiropractor.  He's a tall, dark, curly haired man with a really good, thin, muscular body. We begin to have sex, and we both acknowledge we are cheating on our partners and hope we don't get caught. We have sex with a lot of movement and changing of positions, and with a lot oral from him to me. We finish, and he hands me a bill that looks like a restaurant check, $120 "for back alignment", it says. I am pissed, but he says my insurance will cover it.


FA #1 - The Chiropractor Impersonates Tom

I am in bed with same man from last night, but he is not a chiropractor, it seems like he is my regular partner Tom. We have extremely good, long sex, feels great and very realistic, multiple orgasms. He gets up to go to the bathroom and I follow him. There is a naked girl in our bathroom, very pretty. I know she is the maid, but I wonder why she is naked. She sees me and gets nervous, and I know she was expecting just him, not me, and they are probably fooling around. It seems unimportant.

[Moonbeam]

(This was a task of the month from DV.)

FA - Open Heart Surgery

I am again outside of the house I lived in when I was a kid. Now it is bright and sunny, instead of night-time like before. (I think this is what makes me lucid). My brother as a teenager is hanging out with some other kids on some steps across the street. I walk over and watch them for a minute; they are playing and laughing and ignore me. I cross back over and start to go into another house, thinking I can look for that man I've been fucking the last couple nights.

At that point I remembered the lucid task, so I try to think of the nearest cliff I can jump off of. There is a park by the river just a couple miles from there that has some half-way decent cliffs, so I get into my car and start off. There are lots of people and traffic and it is taking me a lot longer than I think it should. I don't really mind though, I just look around at the detail, and am amazed. I look at my hands, there are five fingers on each but a couple of the fingers are short and stubby. Then both hands look all wavy, like a cartoon character who gets his hands like caught in an accordion or something and they stay that way. I am almost to the cliffs when I hit two pedestrians, a man and boy, and they go flying. A crowd gathers, and at first I just keep driving but then I realize this would be a perfect opportunity to do some heart surgery (a la the lucid task). I go over to the boy, who has become like a little preserved fetus, naked and featureless. I squat down next to it, and press my thumbs into its chest. The crowd is watching and murmuring disapprovingly, but I wave them away. I press my thumbnails into the skin and it starts to split and I can feel ribs cracking. Then the heart pops up thru the skin above collarbone in the neck. I massage it and it starts to beat again, and I tell the crowd that there was a clot in it that had to be removed. Ta-Da!

I go back to my car where some guys are messing around under the hood. I get rid of them, but car isn't running right and it is smoking and making noise. I make it to the park, but it has become a complex of large buildings. I know the cliff is still behind them but I don't know how to get there. I go thru a gate with a guard; she tells me that there is a hotel with a convention going on, and a library. I park and go into what I think is the library but it has a large coffee shop that is filled with people and I can't get to the back. I ask a checkout woman how to get to the cliffs, that I have to jump off, and she laughs and tells me to keep going but please don't scare the customers.