Firstly, my apologies for not posting the last few days, I have been very busy with work and this has directly affected my dreaming (no recall and nowhere near enough sleep). Anyways, on to the good stuff. I had my first LUCID last night after not very long of trying at all. Let me know in a post what colour you guys would like to see me use, as I'm starting from scratch I am open to suggestions. Anyway enough babble, here we go...
February 4th 2012
I find myself sitting on a bench in my current town with 2 DC's. I'm fairly sure they were both old men, and I may have been old myself at this part of the dream. The dream jumps to me being in a queue of men heading into some ancient Egyptian ruins, we are excavating some treasure or something I guess. At this point I wonder how I got here from the peaceful park bench, so I go to perform the finger through hand RC and I have no hands. Even though most people report too much excitement that they wake up on their first successful lucid, it actually took a while to sink in for me. However, I knew what was going on, and decided that I wasn't too thrilled with the idea of going digging (a common theme in my dreams). I head out of the exit and find myself exactly where I wanted to be, back in the park on the bench with the old men. I try to explain to them that I am dreaming, and why this makes me happy, but they just laugh at me.
I get quite annoyed at them because of this, and decide that I don't like them any more. I decide to show off what I describe as "psychic powers". Instead of there being a static scene in front of us the world keeps changing, like a television channel being changed by an impatient person. I tell them I can work out the exact scene with my eyes closed. Of course the benefit here, is that my dream would produce whatever scene I guessed. The only scenes I can remember was an old fashioned game of rugby in sepia tone (One DC said "How the hell did you guess the correct sport, you didn't even say football") and a vertical view of the graves from WW2.(like this http://www.ww2cemeteries.co.uk/cemeteries006.JPG) The men are constantly checking my eyes to see if i'm "peeking" but are awestruck to see that I am not. I was in fact peeking my eyes open very rapidly to see if my "predictions" were right, but for the sake of the dream and from their point of view my eyes were shut.
I decide to give them one last show before I go somewhere else, so I say "that's fine if you don't believe me, anyone could have guessed that". At which point I see a shadow of a plane through the trees (literally through the trees... it would have been impossible to spot it) and I straighten my arm in the air in that direction and close my eyes. The triangular stealth bomber style plane comes swooping close overhead, releasing the steam everywhere above us. Yet still, the men of the bench are non believers, at which point I summon a full scale air show above this quiet park. Planes come from every direction swooping overhead in formations and performing tricks, before finally spraying a Union Jack flag in the sky above us, much like the red arrows do. The men burst into applause and I have made the lives of 2 old men a lot more interesting, even if they are just DC's.
The dream ends there, but I later find myself with minor lucidity in an old mine shaft (again, d'oh) being chased by or chasing none other than Lord Voldermort from Harry Potter. It's much like one of those action films where you chase the baddie but once you get close to him you get scared of his gun, or wand in this case, and run away again. He is apparently teleporting all over the place, through different tunnels and occasionally shouting out to mock me, or teleporting behind me to try and kill me. Even though this is my dream, I don't realise I can control what he does, but I do however take the initiative to learn to fly, as I've heard about others who do it and decided it would be much quicker and efficient. I just imagined where I wanted to be heading, and sure enough I would be zooming off in that direction. I caught up with Voldermort once, and had a mini battle with him in which I grabbed the end of his wand and snapped it. He grinned, looked at it and bent it back into place without touching it. I got scared and flew away.
After a while of pointless chasing, I found myself in the house that I grew up in. I was in the bathroom, and the roof was leaking because Voldermort had dug a tunnel above the bathroom causing water to drip in. I was being quiet trying to avoid being seen, when I heard him say "WHERE IS MY WATER GOING? HE MUST BE BELOW ME". I bolt out of there and head across to my parents bedroom (not sure if it's for their protection or for a place to hide) and my sister comes walking out of the door. She appears to be in some kind of trance, I'm not sure what's wrong with her. As this is a dream, I am led to believe she is sleep walking. I try to convince her to leave the house, as I know it is not safe for her here. She isn't listening though, so the only option I have is to let her hide in our parents room whilst I run away. However the door crashes open, and Voldermort is here! Not being the smartest in a panicking situation like this, I jump into the nearest room...the bathroom. It's ok though, as I know if I hide behind the side the door opens, I will fool him. The door creaks open, and I see an ugly, scaly bald head poke into the room. He looks around for a bit, and then pulls away. I think phew, I'm going to get away with this, but then suddenly his head jerks in my direction, his cold black eyes staring straight into mine and drool coming out of his mouth between the few separated rotting teeth he has left. As his head lunges towards mine, I wake up.
This was an amazing experience for me, my recollection of heading down to a mine or somewhere underground was very helpful in triggering a RC. I did not find my dream to be as vivid as some people describe, and in the second dream I felt that I did not have very much control. However, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience and I really hope I can have more. Hopefully my normal dreams are as dull and monotonous as they have been so far, so I can spot them more often and have some fun