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   "Harry E. Bagwell"  wrote in message   
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   On Sat, 11 Dec 2004 23:17:00 -0500, "Test"  wrote:   
      
   > >I am just curious what degree of control everyone has had in their LDs.   
   >>   
   >>I only have two LD's I can remember.  The first one I was dreaming that I   
   >>was on top of a fast moving car, perhaps a police car or something heading   
   >>down a narrow street with brick walls to either side.  Something just   
   >>clicked and I realized that it was a dream (I have heard fast motion in   
   >>dreams helps) and I was surprised to find myself lucid.  My first thought   
   >>was "Ok, let's see what I can do now." I put my hand out to grab the brick   
   >>wall that was speeding past but couldn't do anything to slow the car or grab   
   >>on . I rode for a few more seconds before waking up.   
      
   >This is typical of my lucids as well. I can control my own actions in   
   >the dream (and it helps a lot if I make up my mind beforehand what I   
   >will do next time I get lucid). I dont have a lot of control over   
   >other dream objects or people. thats just the stage I am at.   
      
   I just had a lucid dream last night, which was kind of fun. First, let me set   
   the stage so it makes sense: I just spent the afternoon job hunting (I'm a   
   cook), because they cut my hours for the holiday season.   
      
   In the dream, I was in a mall clothing store, looking at new clothes. I found a   
   handsome pair of shoes (I'm a guy), and someone said just take what you need. I   
   thought 'how come I can't just buy them?'. Where is the proprietor? No where?   
   Where then is security? Now where? Some skinny black transvestite came in and   
   took a dress off the shelf, and displayed it against himself(?) like "whaddya   
   think?" I said "Not for me, thank-you-very-much, and (s)he took the dress and   
   left. I decided that yes, I would take the shoes. When I turned around to pick   
   them up, they were gone.   
      
   The lucid part happened when I heard a clicking of something like footsteps   
   behind me. I decided that I would leave, but the footsteps seemed to be   
   following, behind and to the left. Now here is an unusual moment for me: I got   
   sick and tired of persuit anxiety (which happens a lot in my dreams), and at   
   this moment I became semi-aware of my status in dreamland--I think mostly as a   
   tool to defeat that anxiety. I said "Not this time, buddy", turned and created   
   a   
   zipper in space. I pulled the zipper up over the clothing store and all that   
   was   
   in it.   
      
   But the footstep sound was still behind me. I turned around and around, and the   
   sound remaind behind and to the left, even at the same distance and volume. I   
   began to realize that it was outside dreamland, beyond myself, out in the   
   waking   
   world. So I decided to wake up and check out the sound! I braced myself, and   
   rushed upwards in a rough ride that burst into consciousness and the   
   electrified   
   jolt of acquiring my body. Sure enough, the sound was a clicking noise from my   
   computer.   
      
   Analysis: The clothing store was me shopping for a job, with each set of   
   clothes   
   a new job. At one point, out of despiration, I had even thought about a   
   dishwasher position (I've been a cook for about eight years), but thought   
   better   
   of it. That was the skinny transvestite in my dream. And I have been taking   
   Tryptophan (the precursor to seratonin) for about two weeks, so I think that   
   may   
   have had something to do with reducing my anxiety threshold to the point where   
   I   
   broke free of it.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)