Now, after exactly two months of nothing I got over my dry spell.
In the last week, I was taking reality questioning a little more seriously, I also wrote down quite some dreams. I've been keeping up with physical exercise as well. Last night before bedtime I ate some cheese, took some magnesium because of a cramp I had and drank some valerian/passion-flower tea. I went to bed at 01:30 am. In bed, I kind of half-assedly used the mantra: "I will fall asleep now and in my dream I'll realize I'm dreaming."
Turns out my brain had taken that very seriously. In my first REM-cycle I became lucid. Not much later, I woke up and wrote down what I could.
My description of the dream will be a little more vague this time, because I happened to do a lot of stuff but I can't remember the chronology, nor can I remember what I was dreaming before. Maybe my attempt to write it down properly now will make it clearer.
13th Lucid Dream on July 21st 2018
I don't even remember how exactly I became lucid in the first place.
It has something to do with a little emerald green notebook, something that is weird about it. Maybe it has appeared out of nowhere, or it reminds me of my dream journal.
I woke up for a second and thought to myself: "I'll fall asleep and do this again!"
So, here I am again, in a room with white walls inside of an apparently abandoned house. I remember the green notebook, that I had to do something with it - but I think I'm not aware yet that I'm dreaming. While looking for the book, it manifests itself in my hands and I realize again that I'm dreaming. I also am pleasantly surprised that I'm in almost full control of myself. On the other hand my memories of my waking life are not really present in my mind. I certainly know I'm dreaming, though.
There seems to be nothing interesting inside of the house, so I go outside. There, I am simply walking around looking at the landscape with mild amazement. The weather is beautiful with a blue sky and small clouds. I try to look at everything attentively so I wouldn't miss any details, without staring at one thing for too long, as I'm well aware that this could make me wake up. I want to remember as much as possible later.
The landscape looks middle-european, there are meadows, and there's a little lake with a tiny island on it. On the island there is a white tower with a black roof. On a field I see a weird hill-shaped 'building' with a door but without windows. For some reason I call it "Prison Island" in my mind.
I return to the white house. It is surrounded by an old ornate wraught-iron fence with a door. I enter the garden, where everything grows wildly. Behind the house I find round wooden panels with eyes painted on them. I think to myself: "So, as I am dreaming, I should be able to make those eyes wink just by will power." It doesn't work. I try to manifest a book in my hands by closing my eyes and opening them again. It does work - there is the green notebook again. I flip through the pages for a moment - they are blank.
I go back into the house, where I remember that I need to remind myself that I'm dreaming in order to stay lucid as long as possible. So, I decide to do some reality checks. I try to morph my finger by stretching it - it doesn't work. Then I do a more familiar test - I successfully push my finger through my palm, which makes me very happy for some reason.
In the hallway I find two people sitting on the ground. It's an elderly couple dressed in colorful clothes, they have backpacks with them. The woman says: "Don't be scared, we just moved in!" I answer: "No problem, I just moved in as well." And I go do something else, what - I don't remember.
I think I lost awareness soon after that, because I hardly recall anything.
In lucid dreams, I seem to be kind of shy towards DC's. That's a pity, because now I'm wondering what a conversation with those two people would have turned out to be.
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