> > > I wish that I could remember my dreams better than I do.
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> > I've looked into this quite a bit, because I had the same frustration. There are exercises you can perform that will help you develop a memory for dreams. For instance, keep a pad and paper by your bed and the moment you wake up, write down any dream sensations you recall from your sleeping time. Over time you should remember more and more from each night.
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> > Dream lucidity is also fascinating (The forementioned exercise is also a gateway to lucid dreaming). I believe I've had semi-lucid dreams (brief moments of lucidity within my dreams) but I'd like to train my mind to realize I'm dreaming and conciously manipulate myself and my surroundings within the dream-- a fully lucid dream. It's like super-imagination, I imagine, because sensations of reality are much stronger in dreams than within, say, a daydream.
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> > A dream I enjoy in particular is my flying dream. It took my years to learn how to fly, but now I can fly with a simple focused brain-flex. I'd love for all of my dreams to involve my flying ability...
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> hmm, without any exercises aty all or whatnot, i've quite a few times been able to either 1) wake myself up or 2) go back and change the dream if i don't like what happened. many of my friends envy this immensely...
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> i enjoy my flying dreams, too. in mine, though, i always have to ocncentrate to stay up, or else i end up slowly losing altitude... not falling, but it's as if gravity slowly takes more and more effect. i always end up going under a chair and getting stuck.... (a chair? yes, that's what i always thought)
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---Yeah, I know, I usually cut, but it's all relevant... and for once I let that count---

I love lucid dreaming. I think I've been what's considered fully lucid, but I'm never quite myself-- the most important thing I can find to do is fly in the air and dance with my dog [simultaneously, of course]. Don't ask. I do not usually have such urges. For some reason, they all begin and end the same way:

[beginning]

[outside my house-- but it looks different, more pastel and cartoonish]
Wow! I'm lucid dreaming! I can do anything I want! I want to fly [nothing happens] Aak! OK, let's try this again [close eyes, imagine self hovering about fifty feet above setting] Yay! OK, now I want to dance with Dena'ina. [Close eyes, imagine her with me. Open eyes to find a cartoon black dog that resembles her more than I, in my semi-ragdollish shape, resemble myself. She is vertical and I hold her paws] Yay! [Everything after that is easily changeable, so I don't have to close my eyes anymore. I do cool stuff, most involving flying]

End: Hmmm... my lucid dreams always end the same way. But I'll get it right this time! [knowing if I can do it right, I'll never have this problem again, I conjur up a hill with a concave tilt, which is in no way anomolous or odd in this world, everything still in pastel near-cartoon form. Street is 2-way, paved, with a double center line. Nobody there. I'm on a bike. I go down the hill, gaining speed. There comes a sharp turn] I will not die. I will not die. [oh, did I mention that, besides the trees and houses, there is a drop-off like that of the Seward Hwy into Turnagain Arm when the tide's in, i.e. steep and, in some places, over a cliff into turbulent yet beautiful gray water sporting the occasional windsurfing party, only for some reason this water registers as nothingness, only with something there... can't explain the feeling, sorry] I will not die. [I become airborne, still on bicycle] EEEEEK!!! I"M GONNA DIE! Wait [epiphany] I'm lucid dreaming [flicker of an idea of stopping myself, dies quickly] If I'm lucid dreaming, I can wake myself up! [I do] No! Not again! [dream doesn't occur until I forget about it].

Chr"TMI"is