I was at a friend's house, where we were sleeping over. It was pretty late in the morning, but I was trying to get in some more sleep because I was still quite tired. There were a bunch of people crowded on a couch, including my friend's brother and her mom, but I seemed to have a bed to myself, one which was somewhat like my real bed.
Something about the situation made me do a reality check, so I looked at my hands. They didn't look all that strange, but they were slowly morphing; one of my fingers was splitting in two, and some of the others were weird lengths. I wasn't sure at first if it was a dream, but then I realized that even though my hands didn't look as crazy as they had before in dreams they still definitely didn't look like they did in real life.
Once I realized I was dreaming, I flew around a little bit. I went up above the building complex where my friend apparently lived, and could see the roofs; some of the looked like they had some machinery on them. I flew through the roof of one of the buildings, looking for people to talk to. This building seemed mostly empty, but I found my friend's grandfather alone at a fancy dining table, and said hello politely to him.
At this point the dream started to disappear, with the details all fading away into nothing. I quickly rubbed my hands together, which seemed to help a lot; the room and my friend's grandfather all quickly reappeared in full detail. I decided to spin around a bit for good measure; this was the first time I'd tried that, and I'm not sure if it actually helped, but I did it pretty much the same way you fly. My surroundings seemed to blur, but everything was still there when I set myself down on the ground.
I spent the rest of the dream mostly just walking and flying around and watching the dream. It seemed that most of the people I knew at college were there, as well as some from high school. A part of the house was being used by the Ballroom Dance club, as a bunch of members were waiting outside until that part was unlocked. I milled around there, then went inside into a school art room, where people were washing their hands. My mouth tasted strange, like it had sand in it or maybe from my retainer, so I got some water and rinsed it out. I felt silly since I was doing this in a dream, but it seemed to help. Some other people were talking about how the water there had sand in it, but I didn't notice that.
I walked through the house back to the part about where people had been napping on the couch before. Now it was being renovated though, and was just a really large empty concrete room. Lots of people from college were milling around in it; I saw my roommate and his girlfriend in the back, but wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to them. I also saw another friend from college in the room, while I was flying above the ground. I expected him to say something about my flying, but he just greeted me and gave me a high-five or something. Somewhere around this point I woke up.
I looked at my hands several times in the dream after I'd become conscious, to confirm that I was still dreaming and to remind myself of that. They looked mostly normal then, and I had to fly a little to be sure I was still dreaming.
My roommate had just gotten back from elsewhere and was taking a nap, and I too was trying to go back to sleep. A bunch of people entered our room, slowly at first and then filling it, leaving us candy and cards everywhere. Most of them I recognized from my high school, and I figured that the cheer leading squad's candy-gram program must have expanded it's destinations to colleges now too. My roommate got a thank you card, although not much else, and I got a bunch of stuff, including a tall glass full of candy from a younger student who had a crush on me or something.
I wasn't sure who had given my roommate his card, or if they had actually been with my high school, since no one there would've known him. I though maybe someone saw the people on their way to my room and asked them to give him something. I got up, going to close the door or something before we went back to sleep, and was talking to my roommate a bit. I was really sleepy, and noticed this because I was saying the wrong words; I called our room my farm or something.
Looking outside the door I noticed that our dorm looked a lot different; there was a cull-de-sac with several doors, and the door at the other end had just closed itself. It occurred to me that this may be a dream, so I looked at my hands. I had a lot of fingers and they were moving back and forth. I jumped back into my room, shouting excitedly at my roommate that this was a Lucid Dream! He asked if I'd done this before and I said yes, but not with so much control. I rubbed my hands together, shouted "Clarity" and sniffed a lazyboy chair that was suddenly in front of me to try to increase the dream's clarity. This seemed to maybe work a little to stabilize it.
I went out a second door that was in our room to look for something to do. I decided to use passive control to make the next room somewhere with people, and when I opened it I found myself in a large lounge with a bunch of couches. Soon after that I woke up.
I was in a tall office building, looking for something or someone. I kept using the elevators to visit different floors. The elevator system was very complex, featuring a number of different shafts and doors and types of elevators. Some of the elevators had attendants, and some seemed to have bars. The floors I got off on also seemed to vary in size.
Finally I got off at a hospital and started looking around. I went behind the desk and talked to the employees. I looked into the back area, although they didn't seem to want me to go back there. The employees weren't entirely friendly, and didn't seem to have what I was looking for. One of the nurses was dressed mostly in black scrubs or whatnot. I kissed her, and then suddenly realized I was in a dream; my view became very vivid at this point, the dream starting to really feel like real life. Soon after, though, I awoke.
I had gotten up after my alarms had been going off frequently, and driving to school with Mom in the car. Many cars were in the wrong lane, sometimes I couldn't see for the rear view mirror, and sometimes there were 3 lanes.
Eventually we got to our destination, got out, and the car turned into a lzy boy chair. The british guards who were there remotely activated it's motor and it drove slowly into a parking space. We walked around for a bit, when, for some reason, I realized I was dreaming.
I told my parents this, and then began looking around for something to do. Shortly later, I woke up.
I was playing a game, going through a bunch of puzzles in a first person view. There was a short person who was guiding me, and giving basic hints.
My guide told me to, when the door in front of me was open, dash through the blinds on the other side and to just run straight forward. After I went through the blinds, however, I saw that I was standing on a set of stairs, and, overcome by fear, I veered to the left and slowed down. The stairs then disappeared, and my guide reappeared.
The room looked like a pantry, with a refrigerator, stove, and other appliances lining the wall across from me, and a washer and drier, both piled high with clothes, on my side of the room, as well as a number of other tables and items. My guide said something about just waiting, and I began to do so.
Soon, however, the shadows began to lengthen and shake, and I pointed in fright to my own shadow, letting out a yell. Looking at the ceiling near the shadow's head, however, I saw a triangle shaped sign, like those on the back of 18 wheelers, or some sort of triangle vent, slowly fade into existance.
Somehow, this let me know immediately that I was dreaming, and I began to walk around. Then, however, I woke up, feeling as if my viewpoint was slowly being drawn out of my body until I was awake.
I was being driven around with a sort of 'gang', in a large truck. After a while, I was the one driving, and then I was in the car with Mom, and then Mom disappeared too.
Realizing, for some reason, that this must be a dream, I looked at my hands while driving, still worrying a bit about crashing, and saw that they still looked normal. This, however, didn't set me off, and I continued to think that I was in a dream, although I don't remember looking at my watch.
I immediately drove home as I realized this, for I also realized that I was on the back roads near my house. When I got there, I told my parents that I was dreaming. They didn't respond for a long time, then looked at each other, and, I think, broke out laughing.
(wasn't very vivid, and indeed seemed more like 'dreaming about lucidity'...)
I was in the hall near my bedroom when somehow I realized that this much be a dream. I began laying my hands on the walls and putting my ear on them then closing my eyes and imagining that there was a door there, but that didn't work. Also tried this on the bathroom door, to no effect.
(i think this started from a false awakening; don't remember, but I was in my house near my bed.)
I was walking alongside a roughly paved road, looking at the ground as I went. There were giant quarters sunk in the ground, most a little smaller than man hole covers. Thinking that this was strange, I looked at my hands, and saw that the tips of my fingers were moving backward and forward very quickly. I didn't feel this happening to them either.
Realizing that this was a dream, I started feeling happy and excited. I considered restraining these feelings so as not to wake myself, but noted that I didn't seem to be awakening now. I also noted that it felt /just/ like real life, and certainly not like any other dream.
I tried to float for a little bit, but didn't do too well. Don't think I really tried, just closed my eyes and imagined that I was floating. I then started wandering around, and shortly after my consciousness faded.
Arf, when I woke up one of the things I remembered was only that I noticed, crystal-clear, that I was in a dream. No other details. I was waking and then falling back asleep, so that might have had some effect. All my lucid dreams seem to have occurred early in the night, and I don't remember them well...
Well, woke today, a wee bit early perhaps, with the thought that I should record the last dream, as I thought that it was lucid. Don't remember too much of it, but I think I was in some kind of an underground populated area, or a train station; there were a number of people milling around, and I think I remember previously going to get some food from a nearby store.
Well, it suddenly occurred to me that this might be a dream, so I tried to float, and, after a few tries, kinda succeeded, although not to any great degree. I told myself to stay calm, and considered spinning, but thought that it wasn't necessary.
I tried to will some people to appear, but didn't have any success... Then I think the normal dreams continued on for a while.
Then I was at a relative's after, I think, being dropped there by my parents and, somehow, knew I was in a dream, although I think that went away after a short bit.
Then, finally, I had some sense and woke up just now after thinking that I should log this, heh. Think I should see if I can wake up right after the lucid dream or somesuch; as it is, I'm kinda doubtful if they /were/ lucid. Hmm, can the mind trick you into thinking that you're conscious? heh. But, with a good enough trick, you /would/ essentially be conscious...