Is it normal for this sort of thing to take two days?
The first night, my brain decided to show me who’s boss. First, it presented me with two opportunities to double-check text, which I dutifully did. On one of these occasions, the second time I looked showed me the text backwards. And yet, on neither of these occasions did I suspect I was dreaming. Ugh.
Later that night, I had a dream that Rotterdam died. Oddly specific, so passable (my brain is so cunning when it wants to be). The only strange thing about that dream was that Dad cared, and he doesn’t know the first thing about SC2. So I was close to snapping into lucidity… but then my brain hastily gave me a second version of that dream in which I remembered the first and thus said aloud “oh, so I guess I wasn’t dreaming”. ARGH.
Needless to say, I wasn’t feeling terribly encouraged when I went to bed last night. I had still been practising periodically taking in my surroundings to seriously assess their normality, but I doubted it’d have much effect, given what my brain did to me the previous night. But, guess what? It happened!
I have no real memory of the lead-up to the moment of lucidity. All I remember is being in the bathroom downstairs and thinking something was unusual, too unusual, then bang. I knew I was dreaming. And it was so strange! Everything felt so real, except the sensations were… slippery? And I don’t mean things felt slippery in the dream, I mean that sensations slipped away more quickly than in the waking world. Very strange.
But I knew that I was dreaming. I was exulting. There wasn’t much more to it – I was just standing in a bathroom, after all – but I now know I can do it. YAY.
However! Given the spirit in which I decided to add this goal, I will not mark it done until a) I can lucidly dream reliably and b) I use the technique during my disturbing recurring dream, ideally with the effect of nullifying its disturbing nature.