Originally posted by Leo Volont
I can envision a possibility where Lucid Dreams could get boring. If one is consistently disrupting planned dream content in order to exercise a destructive control, than eventually the Higher Dream Mind will simply forego the entirel process and leave Dreaming entirely to the Lucid Dreamer to summon his own content. Steven LaBerge once examined this eventuality -- he found that his dream control was reduced to merely being able to summon up cartoon animation versions of what he would have in his self-created dreams. It was as though the Creative Process of Dreaming had tired of his interference and left him on his own.
The most interesting thing about Dreams is that it is the Communication from a Higher Mind to us, for the purpose of giving us knowledge, wisdom and guidance. If we subvert all of that for the sake of performing parlour tricks in our sleep, then, yes, it might get boring after awhile.
I was taught how to control my dreams beginning at age six by what I imagine to be my higher Self. I have had a few dreams over the years that I did not control and that I do indeed view as an educational experience. I am not sure how my situation fits into the norm because I did not go to an outside source to learn to LD. I just started learning in my sleep from a teacher that only spoke to me in my left ear. I can only guess that I somehow taught myself. I have given much thought over the years as to why I developed this ability to such a degree and why it was so easy and natural.
My theory is: At the age of six when this started happening I was literally living in a world of terror. I was being physically abused on a daily basis and the house in which I lived had an entity (I'm sorry if you find this part hard to swallow but in is true nonetheless) that was very active. My grandmother, who was raising me, was a country woman who did not find the fact that our house was haunted to be anything other than ordinary. Therefore I did not find it extraordinary either. My mother moved out when I was about 4 or five after our entity physically attacked her and violently scatched and bit her when she fought off one of it's "personal" encounters. I saw the bloody scratches over most of her body and the bite marks and I remember how she cried histerically as she showed my grandmother. Anyway, my grandmother kept me after my mother moved out and she was an alcoholic and extremely abusive mentally and physically. I dealt with being beat by her every day and then being forced to lie alone in the dark while our resident entity would move my things around, scratch at the doors and grab my hand from under the bed if I made the mistake of letting them hang over. In my teen years I discovered that my mother suffered the same events through her childhood as well.
Anyhow, I believe that my Lding ability was my brain's way of teaching me to cope with my pain. No matter what abuse I endured each day I knew that each night I could escape to a world of freedom without suffering. The problem is that the ability never stopped even after the abuse stopped, which was at age 12. It only evolved to a point where I now struggle to allow the dream to happen without any input. This unfortuantely has proven very difficult. I stopped deaming for pleasure at a very young age and rather experimented to try and understand the dream substance. The one thing that has changed, and this is as recent as last night, is that I can see no image of myself in a mirror in my dreams. I can only guess that this is due to the fact that I rarely take on any physical form when dreaming. The only mirror image is that of a misty substance.
Sorry this is so lengthy to simply say that there is (at least in my case) the point that dreams can become boring because of the simple fact that the instant realization of the dream state also brings about the realization of the fact that it is only illusion. The shift from waking consciousness to dream consciusness is negigible except for the fact that there are no limitations in the LD. I must mention that in my dreams I have absolutely no feelings of pain or pleasure. I can feel textures if I assume a bodily form but otherwise there are no other tactile sensations.
One final note. The oneness that I have with my sleeping mind has given me an awareness that allows me to fully enjoy the beauty and randomness of the waking world in a way that I probably could not have otherwise done. Every day is a new adventure and interaction with the world around me is a new and glorious experience each waking moment. I see beauty in everything and I am thankful beyond words that I can partake in this extraordinary world that so many others take for granted and seek to escape.
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