Over the past 2 nights I think I’ve had a couple lucid dreams, but am not sure. The night before tonight I had what I think was my first lucid dream in along time. (I just started reading about this stuff a month ago.) It started out as a normal dream (well, normal as dreams go) and I was walking outside and I heard a mumbled voice from all around and thought I heard it say “wake up” in the dream so I figured I must be dreaming and someone is trying to wake me up. I now realize my dream was tricking me, it was 1:00 in the morning. But that did not sink in anyway, later on I heard a mumbled voice from all around, and knew my mother was inside so I thought I must be dreaming, I looked at my hands, was missing my pinkies, and thought I’m lucid. I remembered I should not get too excited or I might wake up. I started to fly and the world started to darken. I think I may have become less conscious at this point, I did not think of any of the methods for recovering the Dream World. Instead I got scared and told myself to wake up. I did, it was 1:00 am.
I went back to bed at 1:3# am and had another dream (it was a nightmare actually), I don’t think I was lucid till the end when I was running out side, looked back at my brother, and wondered why I was running. Thought I must be dreaming and walked up to him. I tried to ask him what he represented and could not talk. He started to eat me, so I kissed him on the cheek and then woke up.
Tonight I think I had a lucid dream. I don’t remember what happened before I realized I was dreaming but I did, looked at my hands and saw I had six fingers. So I tried to see the sky but I was inside and the window was blocked. I looked at my couch and tried to tell it to disappear, but could not speak. Everything started to warp and I had a false awakening. I woke up on the couch and thought what a weird dream. I stepped into the kitchen and saw my father. I don’t know why but I realized I was dreaming again and picked up an eraser and threw it at him. He asked me why I did that and I told him it was a dream. He told me sometimes we wish life was a dream but it isn’t. He got mad, I looked at my hands and saw they were normal, I thought I was awake. I walked outside, saw a second father (a dream sign for me, two fathers, two cats, two lamps, two of everything, depending on the dream) I looked at my hands harder this time. They sort of faded between six fingers and the what I thought was the normal amount, five fingers (and one thumb) I still released I was dreaming looked at the sky, It was mostly normal. I sat down on the road, and started hopping; I think this is when I lost my lucidity. I slowly turned into a frog, in my mind, in my dream being my physical form was quite human. My toes kept getting caught in the pavement, then I woke up.
Basically, how do I know if I’m dreaming about being lucid or if I am, and what is your opinion on the preceding dreams.