Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5011975-20130218020044/@comment-2180947-20130223003924

All right, one person is anyone. I had a recurring nightmare in which many surreal events happened and then I was in an odd version of my house, altered somehow, in which it was always midday. I walk into the hallway to the bedroom, which is pitch-black. I turn to where the clock is to meet two menacing colored eyes. I think a morbid thought to myself as I jump to the bed to feel a painful spike jab in my back, and I woke up.

Around when I was ten, I got sick of this. I was tired of these dreams, so when I had another one, in-dream, I knew what was coming. Instead of letting the dream run its course, however, I decided to deny the dream its pleasure. I thought a pleasant thought to myself as I, in the dream, hit the bed, and decided to think to myself as the pain set in, "hey, that tickles!" I woke up yet again in no cold sweat (I don't sweat when I nightmare, which is rare anyway). In a gasp of fresh air, I had conquered a recurring nightmare and, in turn, achieved my first level of lucidity.

It evolved from dreaming of me changing the dream like a channel to flying and fighting magical monsters to necromancy and the dark arts, all sorts of intricacies all over theses dreams reigned supreme over blandness (over time). It went from something that happened in my dreams to "oh hey, that stuff has a name! Cool!" The Not-so-End, because my adventures in lucidity continue every time my body decides to drop adrenaline support and let me crash.

PS. The first time I had that dream, I was still in the crib.