| Stars GB, 34, student, Houston, Texas November 1994
I am in Merry's house (a friend of my mom's) with my sister and mother. She is giving us a tour of her new (huge) house. I am in the living room sitting behind the sofa looking into two other rooms–possibly the dining room and the kitchen. The wallpaper looks very different in each room and I comment that I like it a lot. Very suddenly, we are upstairs.
This is the point at which I realize that I am dreaming–the suddenness being my first "cue." I think, "Hey, this is just like they said it would be in the book Lucid Dreaming!" Then I think "No, this isn't a dream, it's real." I then look down and there are people coming up the hall–which looks more like the hall in my church growing up, not a hall in Merry's house. Now I realize once again that it is a dream.
I find a barstool on a platform in the center of one of the rooms and say to my mom, "This is neat, huh?" She's obviously agitated at me and answers, "Well, I wouldn't have it. It's not good for anything." It seems not to bother me for once that lucid dreaming is a tool she thinks is useless. I think once more, "Yes, this is a dream, but it's like real life. Just like the book said!"
From here, the dream shifts to the Universe. It is dark with bright flickering Christmas lights–billions and billions of them. I am floating–or my soul is floating–and I am able to speak from my mind. I notice it looks like scenes from Stephen Hawking's autobiographical movie. It is a bit eerie being out in space, so I say to myself, "This is a dream." Stephen Hawking speaks back to me in an audible, clear voice, "It doesn't have to be." I am amazed. His voice is normal–not computerized as it is in "waking" life. He says, "This is how it is out here! We're all equal." Amazed, I again just think to myself , "Which is real–this or my dreams?" He hears me and answers, "both."
I awaken a little bit shaken, but excited to have a complete and vivid memory of the dream.
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