An old friend used to always be on about lucid dreaming
, or "dreaming while knowing that you are dreaming." This friend had a recurring dream and had gotten to the point of being able to control many factors and move about in the dream world with some level of confidence. It sounded fun and interesting; I was always jealous, because I rarely remember my dreams, and I've never gotten dream-awareness—until this weekend.
Well, not quite, but I did have something close to a lucid dream:
I was on a road trip with many friends. We were staying at a massive hotel/casino/apartment-complex thing, which abutted a small regional airport (simple prop jobs and the like).
At some point, wandering around the massive complex and the adjoining airfields, I became separated from the group. I later met up with some others, who were also separated. As we walked back towards the hotel, we passed a giant buffalo, standing out-of-place in the middle of a parking lot. The buffalo gave chase, and we took off running, with me freaking out quite loudly.
As we ran, someone in the group assured me with a firm tone: "Stanley, do not let yourself get chased by the buffalo. Do not
let yourself get chased by the buffalo."
I thought about it and then just sort of willed it. Whizbang! The buffalo disappeared, and I slowed to a calm walk. The group didn't really talk about what had just happened.
Okay, so yeah, not exactly a lucid dream, but close. There was certainly some level of control, and it gives me hope for further lucid dreaming. That said, I'm told it leaves you very, very tired. And boy howdy, if I haven't been dragging ass all day long.