I used to keep a dream journal, and I just found it. I think I'm going to start writing in it again, because I would really enjoy some quality lucidity. I find that when I journal each morning about what I dreamed (god, I hate that word - it sounds so fucking unnatural) my dream memory increases tenfold, and I end up being able to write page upon page of entries. I've been telling my dreams as stories to people recently, and that's amplifying my memory, but not to the degree of the journal's abilities.
Here's one I just found:
April 9th, 2010
I was in some sort of pool lounge and I saw my Spanish teacher, Mrs. Sinnot. I left, because I knew that I had to help her save her class from being shut down. I told her I'd have a lucid dream to combat it. I looked at my hand, and the "S" turned into a "C." I was lucid! I decided to fuck someone. It turned out to be this hot girl Hannah that I'd known for a while, and it was awesome. Then I did it again. I decided to move on to something else, because I looked at a clock, and it told me I had ten minutes until six o' clock, when I'd wake up in real life. I started looking for another girl, Sarah, to fuck her, but I couldn't find her. [I believe this is where I lost lucidity.] Apparently, during sex, I'd ejaculated blood, and was asking my dad why that happened. I started jumping around, and I couldn't leave the boundaries of a city (like in video games). I was some RPG chick on a wolf. Suddenly, I changed into an elf, and went off on some monologue about being the weakest of my clan. I jumped down into a pit, and tons of platforms were down there. Earlier, when I'd decided to fuck this cute chick I knew from school, a thought bubble came up, saying that she was on meth. I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I have to admit it; I'm a fucking pervert. Or, at least, I was. Whenever I would get into a lucid dream, I would do one of three things:
- Have incredible sex with the hottest women ever
- Attempt to fly and utilize various superpowers
- Have sex with extremely attractive women
Or, you know, you could just smoke some melatonin, pass the hell out, and have a midnight trip. The choice is yours.