Well, I have only been recently looking into lucid dreaming (about a week so far) and I tried to pull one off last night. So I don’t know the specifics of lucid dreaming, but I guess waht I wound up doing was a combination of a WILD and MILD (?). I relaxed my body, laying on by back, so that it feels like there’s a blanket of lead on top of me, more or less, feeling my every pulse, a bit numbing of my limbs, and counted each breath I made out. I kept my mind focused on a nice stream I had been to in a normal dream before. I believe I had started to succeed, it was 11 o’clock and I live on a dead end, so when I started to hear a car honking a tune in my head with no one else in the house stirring and seeing no car through my window, I think I was on the way to dreaming. Unfortunately, I lost concentration and lost it, as well as my eyelid starting to flutter. I kept attempting, but found I was just uncomfortable to sleep like that right then, so I rolled to my right and assumed a more comfortable sleeping position, repeating in my head that I am dreaming, and that I am going to wake up and remember my dream, alternating with each breath. I drift off and enter a dream.
I found myself as another person, in the snow with something that was five inches long and two across wrapped in a bundle, in the snow. Normal weird stuff in dreams, so I will skip ahead a bit. A tiny bit later I feel that this is a bit odd, when a farmer with a floating black ball is rolling his eyes while talking to me in a strange voice. So I do the RC I designated myself, holding my nose and seeing if I could breathe in. I could! Amazed at my first lucid dream aside from one a when I was very young and wasted by trying to wake up, I think about what to do. I’ll fly! The farmer dude is looking at me questioningly since I’m ignoring him, but I don’t think to do anything like that. After a few attempts at flying, I remember reading somewhere that falling from a great height can induce flying, so I somehow zap me and the farmer up into space.
It was amazing, and exhilarating. I started plummeting toward the earth, things getting bigger and the wind rushing against me. I was awestruck by how real it was. The farmer disappeared, I guess my mind decided not to maintain him. As I rush up to the ground, I start to get frightened by not flying. I knew it was a dream, but dream or not it’s hard to not get scared when you are plummeting probably one hundred times as fast as Kingdaka at launch, and the ground is coming up to meet you. I brace myself as the ground goes from a mile, to a few hundred yards, to fifty, to two. And an inch away from the ground, I stop. I look around wonderingly, and I am in a completely different scene from my earlier dream, a suburban neighborhood. Not wanting to chance touching the ground and not being able to get back up again, I will myself upward a bit. A weightless feeling takes ahold of my, and I start drifting where I will. Unfortunately, this is short lived, as this dream ended as when I got ten feet from where I began to drift my mind switched to an entirely different dream, where I was not aware, but I can remember both extremely well.
Lucid dreaming was more amazing than I had ever expected. Anyone have any tips to attaining lucidity my next time? Or that know how to prolong a dream, or at least maintain lucidity through different dreams? Maybe it’s just practice makes perfect 
