I don't remember exactly what led up to this moment, but I ended up walking upstairs in my house to the living room. It was the dead of night, everyone was asleep, all the lights were off. I was messing with my iPhone when it suddenly disappeared from my hand and reappeared on the kitchen floor. Apparently this is a big problem for people (somehow I just had that general knowledge) so I just walked over and picked up my phone. I scrolled through some messages as I walked back into the living room.
And then I had a strange thought. I lowered my phone as I wondered to myself. "Now, wait a minute. My phone just disappeared from my hand and then REAPPEARED on the floor! That...that shouldn't even be possible. Wait...I must be dreaming!"
And then, everything came alive. The lights turned on in the house, the TV behind me turned on, and everything became hyper-realistic. It was almost as if someone took a picture and then turned the sharpness setting all the way up. I was filled with both awe and panic, panic because I knew that I was lucid, and that when most people become lucid for the first time, they lose it in the first few seconds. So I was going to rub my hands together when I realized I was frozen in place. I could see my hands in front of me (apparently I dropped my phone in excitement) yet I couldn't move them. Everything around me was frozen too, like there was severe motion blur in the picture I just described. The only thing not frozen was the sound of the TV behind me. So I panicked even more.
I guess out of sheer willpower, I was able to move again. I rubbed my hands together, and the motion blur went away. I looked at my surroundings: it was obviously just my house, the TV on some news station. I decided to go big or go home, I wanted to change my surroundings. I closed my eyes and spun in a circle, imagining a landscape. I opened them, and...nothing. Still just my house. Perhaps it was the sound of the TV that prevented me from letting go of my current surroundings.
Well, I wanted to do SOMETHING before I lost my dream! So I picked up my phone and threw it at the wall. There was an explosion, and I had left a slight tear in the wall big enough for me to crawl through. So I crawled in. I was crawling through some grey insulation, feeling it rub against my skin. It seemed like I traveled for a good distance before making it out into some odd cage. The door to the cage was open, and inside I could make out part of some orange machine. Behind the machine, it looked like the inside of an underground sewer system. I crawled out of the hole and examined the cage itself. Above the door was a sign marked "Sunrise 10-15LR" or something to that effect. As soon as I stepped out of the cage, I woke up.
I apologize for that not-so-brief description. I'm still just really excited! It wasn't what I expected, however. I guess what gets me the most is that you are supposed to be able to do whatever you want in a lucid dream. Yet, I was so limited.
Why couldn't I move at first? Why did everything have that motion blur? Why couldn't I change my surroundings? And how come, even though I was constantly concentrated on staying lucid, did I suddenly wake up?
Thank you very much for hearing me out and answering my questions!
