This is an account of Robert Waggoner's first lucid dream at age 17, when he concentrated on having his hands provide a signal to himself when he reached lucidity. (Featured on www.dreaminglucid.com)

"I was walking in the hallways of my high school at the junction of B and C halls. As I prepared to push the door open, I suddenly felt like the world had become brighter somehow. Suddenly my hands flew up in front of my face, which made me realize, "This is a dream! This is a dream!" I walked a few feet toward the administration building with a great feeling of euphoria and energy welling up inside. I decided to look back down at my hands and this time I became totally absorbed in them, I saw each fingerprint, each line, as if it were a giant flesh-toned canyon that I hovered above and within ... I felt like the world was now my palm print, and that I could spend eternity moving about its vast canyons and gullies and whorls ... I no longer saw a hand. I saw cream-colored canyon-like walls of varying undulations surround me, through which my perception seemed to float.

I was ecstatic and joyous, filled with awe. I wondered how this could be! Then, my vision popped back to normal proportions and I saw again that I was standing in front of the administration building with my hands outstretched. I thought about what to do, and felt this incredible urge to fly, to fly! I became airborne, heading straight up for the sunny sky.

At this point the overwhelming feelings of elation had reached their maximum pitch and the lucid dream ended, and I awoke, astounded with heart pounding."