Hi again,
Some time ago I registered here and introduced myself in this thread. Some questions came along. Since then I’ve been painfully busy, but no matter how busy, sleep is needed. So I tried to take advantage of that time by pulling off something of what I learned here.
I am thoroughly satisfied with myself. First I experienced the breathtakingly successful effect of just saying to myself “I will wake up after I’ve had some dreams” before going to sleep. I’m sure that’ll help me good lot in the future.
This week I had three lucid dreams. I am totally glad I had those, really. The first one was induced by following the SUNEYE-method in some sort of way. It lasted for about fifteen seconds or so. The two next were induced by doing the shockingly easy and effective HILD-thing (waking up, moving a finger, going to sleep). Although I had some bad luck the last two couple of nights, even though it worked excellent on both the first and second try. I was a bit disappointed that they didn’t last any longer than the first one though, but I guess that’s were I need to improve. Admittedly I haven’t yet flown nor had sex, but that’ll come. 
I’ll practice on gaining control over my LDs from now on.
The thing is: I was disappointed. I know there’s a lot of joy to come in this world of lucid dreaming, and sure thing I won’t stop! That’s not the case. This is the case: The minor disappointment I experienced lead me and my thoughts back to a dream I had a year ago. I dreamt I was shot. Everything went black and I felt like falling without a bodyless through complete nothingness. I’ve never been so happy. I didn’t know I was dreaming, but I felt happy during the dream. Because there was now; I look back at the dream as an experience, not a memory of something my subconsciousness threw up.
Though, back to the experience: while falling though blackness I had such a wonderful feeling of warmth and energy flowing like wave through my body. Instantly I saw a flowery meadow beneath me, and when I was just about to land, I woke up.
And that day, I smiled all day long.
So, what was that? Do you have a word for it? An OOB? (I never saw my body, but I sure felt that something important like my consciousness literally left it.) An NDE? (I wasn’t near death, I died… in my dream.) Or simply a very good lucid dream? (I didn’t know I was dreaming, but I was thinking freely and enjoying myself during something as wonderful as death.)
Yeah? Thanks a lot!