Thread: The Shifting Realities Of Fornax

26.07.06 - Only a fake lucid dream? - (lucid, I guess...)

Tonight I experienced something I think was a simulation of a lucid dream: I found myself standing before a mirror back in my old home (a place I often visit in my dreams) and then I thought "I must be dreaming". Then I said out loud: "dream time!" (Note: I said this in english - not in german!! And isn't the term "dream time" coined by the australian aboriginies? If I remember this correct, they believe our whole life is in fact a dream - itself dreamed by some higher being which is dreamed by some even higher being and so on...)
After that, I wanted the scenery to change, but nothing nappened. This, I believe, has to do with the simple fact, that I had absolutely no clue what the new setting should look like. Just wanting a new dream scenario isn't enough, it seems. But in lucid dreams, it's always hard to come up with something from scratch.
So I decided to just step out of the window and fly around. I flew over the beautiful gardens first and then went high up above the trees of the near forest. The trees looked very detailed, but the other visuals were rather blurry. Still, I wasn't disappointed, since I knew I was lucid and therefore the possibilities were endless. The usual fear of waking up was there again. I felt it. But it was just a faint thought in the background of my consciousness. I flew around some more, but I got bored of the hills and trees which began to look almost like they were in fact one tree that has been duplicated endlessly. Before I could think up a new location, the dream ended. But I didn't woke up as usual after any lucid dream I had before.
Instead I suddenly found myself standing in a classroom. I stood before the teacher's desk. The teacher - she was teaching art, I realized - handed me out some paper with some scribbled notes on it, and then said: "You get a bad grade because you didn't did what I have told you. Instead you had a lucid dream." But this dream clearly wasn't lucid anymore, because I had no other option than to accept what she said. I didn't felt too embarassed about that either. I just knew, it was worth it - even though I had to live with the consequences. Then the dream was over.

The longer the speech, the less thought: It seems to me, that there is always one hidden part of the consciousness that is watching us. Like a silent observer in the back of our heads. And if we suppose that it is operating independent of our waking AND dreaming selfs, then it becomes, by definition, a living, thinking entity (our soul, maybe). And once in a while it is reminding us of it's presence. The teacher is therefore the manifestation of this entity. Either that or you have to endure more of these pointless ramblings - right until I come up with a working theory that explains not just this dream but everything (that is: me, the universe and the mystery-baby of Tom Cruise)