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    1. Transcend

      by , 04-15-2012 at 08:38 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      I was at a daycare of sorts. We kept having many recesses in which we were all supposed to play outside together. I was being strange though, and kept stealing plates from the kitchen. I would take them outside and eat them.

      After chewing on pottery for a few minutes, I decided to take a nap. I laid on the grass and rested against the brick wall. Several groups of students walked past me before I managed to fall asleep.

      I awoke in a dark cellar. I was in the cellar of the daycare now. I walked back up to the front lawn where the other children were playing.

      Something seemed off, so I did a reality check. Indeed, I was dreaming. And of course, at that moment, everything seemed to heighten in clarity.

      I had no lucid goals though. I wasn't sure what to do in this dream.

      For a moment, I stood there on the street with nothing to do.

      I flew up into the air and into the clouds. They were so beautiful and defined, full of life even though they were inanimate.

      But no, I had done this before.

      I flew back to the ground and landed on the sidewalk, still wondering how I should spend this dream.

      And then it came to me. How would my dream respond if I asked for transcendence?

      "Take me higher," I whispered.

      Instantly, without my doing, I rose into the air.

      Everything morphed around me. Not into anything new, but into hyper clarity...that's not even the right word. Everything surrounding me became a kaleidoscope pattern, but yet nothing changed at all.

      "Higher" I whispered.

      This soundtrack began to play and I began to move forward:



      I can't exactly describe how I felt. It was similar to that of tripping - but more intense.

      I was moving forward without my doing. The street ahead of me was coming towards me.

      I was about to fly straight through a billboard, but I wasn't afraid. I simply passed right through.

      "Higher," I whispered.

      Everything began to move faster. I zoomed out of the city and in the process left my body behind.

      My consciousness was now flying warp speed through the Earth (que really fucking epic music).

      I was flying so fast through country roads, wilderness paths, and scenic highways that I could only perceive them as the rapid progression of pictures. A billion pictures flew past my eyes per second.

      "Take me higher," I dared.

      I surpassed the warp speed that I was already traveling and my consciousness was risen into the universe.

      In front of me was a massive black hole. It was beautiful.



      Holy shit.

      And I was flying towards it at warp speed.

      Could I go any higher than this?

      I felt my consciousness being ripped apart as I reached the singularity.

      "Higher," I whispered, at the last moment possible.

      The last thing I saw was a tear in either the fabric of the universe, or the fabric that held my mind together. Or both. It pulsated orange.


      I woke up in my bed at my parent's house. I felt heavy.

      But this still felt like a dream.

      I got up out of bed to write this in my journal. The time on the clock kept changing. I had known it all along - I was still dreaming. Yet, I was very paranoid about forgetting the last dream that had just occurred.

      I ran up the stairs. My mother was washing dishes.

      "What are you doing?" She asked.

      That was a really good question. What was I going to do now? I felt like nothing could surpass what had just happened, and I didn't want to forget it either.

      "Maybe I'm just going to sit on the porch and enjoy nature or something," I asked.

      "You have a lot you need to do, you shouldn't be wasting your time right now," she scorned.

      "It's a dream," I flat out told her.

      "One of these days you're just going to lose it," she warned.

      I rolled my eyes and ignored her and proceeded to the porch.

      There was a white rose growing against the warped siding. I sat down beside it. I could feel its warmth.

      I wanted to experience again what happened earlier, but every time I tried I got a blazing headache. I decided to just let it be
      , and woke up for real.



      I just reread through that again and I have to admit that my description of that dream does not do it any justice whatsoever...