artdragondream
12th October 2007, 09:00 AM
Here is something new. I had what I think was my first LUCID DREAM.
Yay for me...
or not.
My dream started out with me being a little boy. Having fun in my/his tree-house. For some reason this kids tree-house was filled with 3 55 gallon drums of cool-aid. I / the boy felt a great sense of accomplishment about this. Climbing down from the tree-house I hear my father, or the boys father, calling to come clean up my toys. Frustrated with this I / the boy asserted myself / himself and yelled "NO!" And that was that. Walking along in the back yard on the green grass I/he come upon an African gray parrot perched on a small rock on the ground. Fascinated I/he came closer. I/he found it strange that it didn't fly away. I/he reached out to pet the bird when it vanished. This was absolutely the strangest thing which then made me/him realise I/he was dreaming. "OH GREAT FUN! Now I can do anything I want." (Mind you, in my mind I am still this little boy. I don't just look like this little boy, I AM this little boy) So I start to fly. I fly up and over the trees soaring over a bright green forest. (I swear this kid must have played one to many video games because the trees looked more like a computer generated landscape more than anything.) "This flying thing was all well and good." I / the boy thought. "What else can I do?"
I wont go into to much detail on this part. Needles to say the boy suddenly had the urge to see what his next door neighbor Cindy's "Booby's" looked like.
Either there is something wrong in my head or I saw sumone else's dream. I'm leaning more towards my first psychic experience rather than a dream. What do you think?
~Scott
Yay for me...
or not.
My dream started out with me being a little boy. Having fun in my/his tree-house. For some reason this kids tree-house was filled with 3 55 gallon drums of cool-aid. I / the boy felt a great sense of accomplishment about this. Climbing down from the tree-house I hear my father, or the boys father, calling to come clean up my toys. Frustrated with this I / the boy asserted myself / himself and yelled "NO!" And that was that. Walking along in the back yard on the green grass I/he come upon an African gray parrot perched on a small rock on the ground. Fascinated I/he came closer. I/he found it strange that it didn't fly away. I/he reached out to pet the bird when it vanished. This was absolutely the strangest thing which then made me/him realise I/he was dreaming. "OH GREAT FUN! Now I can do anything I want." (Mind you, in my mind I am still this little boy. I don't just look like this little boy, I AM this little boy) So I start to fly. I fly up and over the trees soaring over a bright green forest. (I swear this kid must have played one to many video games because the trees looked more like a computer generated landscape more than anything.) "This flying thing was all well and good." I / the boy thought. "What else can I do?"
I wont go into to much detail on this part. Needles to say the boy suddenly had the urge to see what his next door neighbor Cindy's "Booby's" looked like.
Either there is something wrong in my head or I saw sumone else's dream. I'm leaning more towards my first psychic experience rather than a dream. What do you think?
~Scott