Last night, I fell asleep after being completely exhausted, having been at a soccer game a few hours before.
The dream I entered went like this:
I was walking through my school hallways, with people all around. I made my way to the cafeteria and suddenly became aware I was dreaming. I don’t know why, I don’t know how. I just knew I was in a dream. I looked up at the exit sign and tried to change it into something else–to will it into turning into a different color and thing–to test if I was actually asleep.
Boom. It changed into a multicolored graffiti-like box and I heard a loud noise echo through my ears (as if to signal the success of the product of my concentration. I get a similar effect by closing my eyes hard down towards my nose, a kind of “whoosh” noise). My dream immediately became unstable. My eyes started vibrating wildly and I couldn’t focus. Knowing that this was the effect of lucidity, I told myself to calm down. I closed my eyes and began to focus on breathing, and slowly the dream settled.
I walked around a bit. At this point, I wasn’t exercising any control; I didn’t even feel lucid. The dream went on its given path until I once again grabbed control. I decided to try and change the place I was in.
I closed my eyes and focused and opened them at my girlfriend’s house.
I’ll omit the rest for you.
Then, I woke up this morning to my father complaining about me taking my medicine. I told him I’d take it in five minutes and fell asleep. I woke up again (seemingly) to take it, and my medicine was oddly shaped and I wasn’t able to take it.
I woke up a third time and looked at my medicine again and realized that I hadn’t taken it or even tried to yet.
My question is, did I dream that I was lucid, or was I lucid?