u/Aximilibunnzuh

Oh maaaaan, I'm so buzzed off this. When I was a kid I lucid dreamed all the time, but it's been *years* since I've had one, likely decades. I used to be able to fly in them, but the last time I could only get 3ft off the ground. I've wanted to fly for so long, and once I realized I was dreaming I took off passing through the roof of the house. I felt the wind on my face, the exhilaration of being so high. It was absolutely amazing. Silly, but for some reason it's hitting me in sort of an emotional way as well, but a good one. Kinda feels like I've been home or something, don't really know how to describe it.

I freaked out- in a good way- when I realized it, just going "Omg, omg, I'm dreaming!" A girl I don't know irl was devastated she was a dream. She was shocked that her life and her memories were invented and that she wouldn't exist when I woke up. I did my best to comfort her and tell her she was a valuable part of my dream, but it was quite sad. The irony is I've been worried I'd lucid dream and tell those around me with bad results, and that's literally the 1st thing I did. Whoops!

Here's to hoping it happens again without decades having to pass. Next I'd like to go into outer space and view everything in the galaxy. 🤞

I switched phones recently and saw photos ported over, so I thought I was good. But I just went in to see where all my pics are b/c all my femme photos kept popping up and it started bothering me... they're gone. 2 years of me becoming myself are just gone. There's no backup. I've been systematically deleting all my pics from fb, so not much here either. My "top surgery" album ported through, but that was only a few. I feel like a chunk of me has been ripped away. I'm devastated.