Ok, apparently this thread is about to die as i write, but i said i was gonna tell a story, so i'm just gonna post it anyway, it's a good tell!!
First pardon my English, I'm Norwegian!
Well,
it was a few months ago, when me and my buddy sat at a nearby bar to
grab some bees before we hit the town. We where talking about lucid
dreaming, when a older man just came out of nowhere and sat down by our
table and went like: "So, you guys talk about lucid dreaming huh? Well
if your not already addicted to that stuff i suggest you'll leave it!"
We went like, "why? it's amazing!" and he started to tell his story that went something like this:
it's gonna fuck you up.. sooner or later! Myself discovered it when i was at high school, around then i did it as often as possible, it was insane! I got good at it, real good, and as you probably know, when you get good at it, you can do anything!
so after high school i bought my own apartment, i was never a very social guy, and now whit this obsession of dreaming lucid, I'll say i locked my self up. I figured dreaming where way cooler than actual life! When i was awake, it was boring, you know? You can't just do stuff! so when i was awake, i lighted a spliff, wrote down my dreams, eat and just wanted to go asleep again!
So you see, it became everything, i was exploring this shit! I started to try and push my dreams.. You know when you think "I really wonder what's gonna happen if I ..." or "I'll wonder how the people around me react if I just stop giving a fuck about norms, and just stand up, and take a leak inside the buss when it's driving!" whatever.. this part where so interesting!
Well, here's the problem! I started getting problems with my methods for knowing when i was dreaming or not, I figured because everything just where kinda floating, i couldn't just watch my clock, try to turn of the light, or watch my self in the mirror, it was all the same, the shit did'nt work anymore!
I didn't think of the consequences back then, not even when I started waking opp in jail, instead of my bed back home... every fucking day!
Apparently I had just walked straight in to a electronics shop and taken a bunch of stuff I found nice, and then tried to walk straight out again! I thought i was dreaming! i was like, wonder if i just can go and grab the stuff i want here, and not pay for it! I remember it well, of course i was awake, so it kinda makes sense!
I was high as fuck when the caught me, bringing me to jail.. Worst place ever, In that place you know, just a little cell and a backyard, just routines all day, in my conditions, no way if i could tell if i where dreaming lucid or just being awake!
I finally, after walking around in there being a nutcase, I got to talk to some doctor in there, figuring out what to do etc. 6 months!
No I'm here, I'll never smoke again, and I try to not dream lucid, but when you have been dreaming lucid for years it's a bad habit to turn around.. only thing i know that works is to get hammered before i go to bed, witch is bad as well, I can still pee on the bus, but at least i won't try to rob some electronics store!"
We couldn't say anything, and he left!
His story is sick, and after seeing that guy, i believe him! I still dream lucid once in a while, but i don't think the shit is very healthy to do often!