I am not a lucid dreamer, my dreams are usually not very vivid, nor do I usually remember them. Recently, though, I had my first, at least in current memory, lucid dream.

I was on a camping trip up at Gooseberry Falls, MN. I had very little to drink throughout the day, since we had been driving and I had not brought anything along to quench my thirst. For supper I had two hot dogs and a soggy hot dog bun, along with a handful or two of trail mix and chips. As I lay in my sleeping bag, I could feel that my mouth was parched. The rain on the tent didn’t help much.

After I dosed off to sleep I found myself at the kitchen counter of my current residence. I was surprised because of how realistic it seemed at the time. I don’t know what I was doing at the counter, but after I realized where I was it occurred to me that I could get a drink of water from the faucet. As I stepped over to the cupboard to grab a glass my brain kicked in and I thought: “wait a minute, I’m not at home… I’m in a tent 300 miles away from home. I can’t really get a glass of water. This is just a dream.” This thought disappointed me, for I was thirsty, and then I was awake again.

The following morning I recounted my dream to some of my fellow campers, a few others had water on their mind as well. It wasn’t until tonight, when I recounted my dream to another friend that it dawned on me that I had had a lucid dream.

Unlike most my other dreams this one is still vivid in my mind and for the most part recallable, even though it is now a few days old. Very interesting indeed.