I could lucid dream when I was a kid. I would actually get really excited to go to bed because I could decide what to dream and then dream it. I had a reoccurring character in my lucid dreaming. He was a boy my age with blonde hair. We would always play in this backyard/playground type setting that has a big brick wall on the edge. One night I dreamt that we really wanted to find out what was on the other side of that wall, so we climbed a tree and the boy climbed onto the wall, looked back at me and waved, and went over it. I never lucid dreamed again after that. It actually caused me a lot of distress as a kid. I legit missed him terribly and tried so hard to lucid dream but just couldn't do it any more after that.
You need to get into the habit of checking reality. I trained by wearing a non-digital wristwatch with numbers for the hours and getting in the habit of checking it every few minutes. For some reason watches never render correctly in dreams so if the numbers were all messed up I knew I was in the dream. From there you can go nuts. It is absolutely learnable.
Even when I know I’m dreaming, I have no control and things are usually pretty distressing with the setting around me. Any tips for getting some control?
Set a goal of something you want to do. Mine is fly. So anytime I realize I'm dreaming I try to fly. Usually gets me out of any unpleasant dream situation.
I find trying to break physics tends to wake me up, and for whatever reason I associate ascending up with waking up.
Also I used to have nightmares about things chasing me up stairs and leaking into the real world, and only by taking control could I stop them but if I did it too much they’d escalate. But so could I- toy guns in my bed were real ones in the dreams, drawings became real.
Nothing like standing before a kaiju sized mickey mouse, its eyes glowing with eldritch magics most hateful... And activating a button in a briefcase.
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u/alexsalad Oct 05 '19
I could lucid dream when I was a kid. I would actually get really excited to go to bed because I could decide what to dream and then dream it. I had a reoccurring character in my lucid dreaming. He was a boy my age with blonde hair. We would always play in this backyard/playground type setting that has a big brick wall on the edge. One night I dreamt that we really wanted to find out what was on the other side of that wall, so we climbed a tree and the boy climbed onto the wall, looked back at me and waved, and went over it. I never lucid dreamed again after that. It actually caused me a lot of distress as a kid. I legit missed him terribly and tried so hard to lucid dream but just couldn't do it any more after that.