Thread: Tales of Dream Confidence

I'd love to have us start a continuing thread of tales of dream confidence found, or possibly never lost. It should include NO stories of lack of confidence - where your doubt holds you back. The point is to have a collection of stories that we can trust and make our own in order to gain confidence - and possibly outweigh any personal experience we have where the confidence didn't shine through.

My favorite quote is "Believe that you can, or believe that you can't. Either way - you are right." Anyone who has lucid dreamed can see this concept played out for themselves with total clarity at each step or thought during the dream. Let this be a place where we collect stories of believing that we can - so that we can remind ourselves that that is the true nature of dreaming. We just need practice, and patience, and a controlled attitude to get us there. But - we also need support and stories to remind us where there is.

The other day - I read a random dream from Jake's Journal:

i’m on the outskirts of some very new age city. the buildings are really tall in the center and everyone rides motorcycles. i feel like i’m suppose to assassinate someone. i look down at myself and i’m in a black outfit. i’m a ninja. i think to myself, “this is too weird.” i become lucid. i laugh to myself because hey i’m a ninja. i start spinning and turn my clothes into a pirate outfit. my pants are all ragged and i don’t have a shirt on. i have all sorts of tattoos on my body. i have an axe and a pistol. my hair is long and messy. it keeps getting in my face so i cut it off with the axe. once i get attire sorted out i fly to the center of the city for my target. i stay low to the ground. when i get in the buildings everything gets really dark. i see one person with a light emanating around him. he’s really short, bald and fat. he’s wearing a white suit. i assume that this is my target. i trail him for a while. staying in the shadows so he wont see me. there’s a police man on every corner and my target took it upon himself to greet everyone of them. for a short cut he takes a back alley, i follow. halfway down the alley he leans against a wall. he grabs his chest like he’s having a heart attack. this is where i spring my attack. i tackle him and we go rolling for a couple feet. i cover his mouth with my hand and tell him that he wont hurt anymore. he’s crying. this makes me feel real sad. i know i’m dreaming and i know this guy doesn’t exist but i can’t bring myself to kill him. i ask him if he knows anyone who’s more evil than him. he says, “the wizard.” i tell him to lead me to the wizard. i follow him through the city to another back alley. he tells me to go down the alley and the wizard will be there with his friends. i go down the alley. the wizard is this little guy with a blue robe and a blue wizard hat. he has to be about 2 feet tall and 2 feet around. he’s just a little ball. i scoff at him and his little friends. i tell them that i’m here to kill the wizard and it’s ion their best interest to step aside unless they want to get punted like a soccer ball. the wizard steps forward, then shots straight up and out of the buildings i follow. he stops about 100 yards above the buildings. i tell him running will only piss me off. i tell him that i’m just toying with him because i can’t think of anything better to do. he starts glowing. then the glow disappears and he now has a red and white ball in his hands. he throws it at me. i let it hit my chest. i look up, smile, and say, “arrr, you’re going to have to do better than that.” the little wizard starts to fly away. i chase him through the city for a little while. i decide to end it. i throw the axe and it sticks in his back. he falls from flight and lands on the road. i follow, retrieve my axe and start exploring the city. it was fun. i wake up. [/b]

I remember as I was reading it - being worried for Jake that maybe the wizard would have an unexpected trick up his sleeve. Maybe the wizard would pull something before Jake had a chance to react. Maybe this. Maybe that. But - Jake clearly had no such doubts. He knew the whole time that it was his world - and that was that.

Last night - I had the feeling that I was dreaming - but I wasn't totally sure. I made some feeble attempts at flying - but they weren't happening - so I was stuck in the land of not knowing. Then I remembered Jake and the wizard. I literally knew it was a dream - and that flying through the wall took nothing but that knowledge. Bam. I was off.

For obvious reasons - this particular forum has subject after subject of I can't. Hopefully this can be the place where we can rebalance ourselves with tales of I can - or tales of dream confidence.

If you agree with the idea - please wait to reply with a story that helps this grow. If you disagree - please do as you see fit. Thanks!