It has not happened often since I started posting here, but it happened last night very strongly...I had a lucid dream and took control. Monroe Institute-level shit. I'm a bit late in reporting it, because I never thought to on this site.
I was on a flat surface surrounded by people I did not know, all spread out over the surface of a football field.
It was a kind of twilight setting. To my right, I saw the horizon as the football stadium allowed.
All of a sudden, the full moon swooped in from left to right and settled in that view over the stadium, and then just faded to nothing. Then I looked up, and saw multiple full moons at various points in a straight line overhead (Normal size now that you would normally see in the sky), stretching from horizon to horizon. Some of them had colored patterns on them.
For some reason, when I get to that point of seeing more than one moon in a dream, I have learned that that is my trigger to know I am dreaming. The trigger prompts a "Dude, this is not real" response, and so I did what I always try to do in that state. Try to fly. My method of trying to fly in the lucid state is to jump as hard as I can from the ground, and then keep going up. It worked!
It worked for about 5 jumps, was getting higher and higher, but then I was pulled out of the dream from hearing the sound of rain outside, and other noises.
That is fun shit, man. It is really funky to have that experience.
