If someone told me, what I am about to tell, I am not sure if I would believe it.
So check this.
I read a book on how to control your dreams. I don’t remember the name of the book, or anything else in it. It was a long time a ago. The one thing that I do remember is an exercise in the book suggesting that if you could find your hands in your dreams, that you would have the ability to control the dream.
The exercise was to find your hands in your dream and raise them up in front of your face so you could look at your palms. The book claimed that if you looked at your palms, you would be unable to bring the image of your hands into focus. This fact would be your clue that you were dreaming and it is at this point that you relax and take over the dream.
I don’t know who came up with this exercise, but it is an extraordinary experience, a weird, living-virtual-reality.
So I decided ( told myself silently ) that I would try to find my hands. It was a time when dreams came a lot easier. Some nights I would have two or 3 separate dreams. On the first night nothing happened, my dreams were normal.
On the second night. I awoke in the middle of the night in realization that I had just raised my hands in front of my face. I could not contain the excitement and woke up in disbelief. My eyes and my mouth were wide open.
And then, I finally did it. I was in a small town, on an unpainted, wooden porch, in front of a small house, on the main street. It was gloomy. Shady looking characters were passing by and going about their way. A dark, tall figure was coming down the street on my left, and I was worried.
While sitting on the floor of the porch, I remembered to raise my hand, and looked into my palms. There were no lines, it was blurry, and I knew I was dreaming. At that moment I could have opened my eyes. I was semi-conscious of what was going on. I kept my eyes closed and held on to my dream. In my dream, I sat up and looked at the stranger as he approached me, letting him know that I was not afraid. He walked right pass me as if I was not there. I then got up and walked down the street behind him well aware that I was dreaming. I did not get very far and was awakened by my excitement.
I managed to find my hand a few times in my dreams. It was surreal. It was like I got to go backstage in my mind.