I wouldn't have posted this dream, because it's quite abstract, but it was definately the most lucid dream i have ever had. It is longer than i have posted here but i'm not going to drag it on through other parts of the dream, just the section with immense lucidity.
I'm in a room, standing with a guitar in my left hand.
The atmosphere is mysterious, and most of the lights are out.
I feel like i'm sneaking in here for a purpose, yet the objective isn't so apparent.
Moving down two steps into a corridor to the left, past an unatended reception desk, i open a door to my right.
It's very dark in there and i hear someone coming, so i close the door and take a few steps backward uncertainly.
I've stumbled into a room behind me on the opposite side of the corridor and i quickly notice a man is laying on a red leather sofa.
He's looking at me as if he knows me, or as if he was expecting me to be here.
He's slightly curious, or at least pretending to be.
I place the occupied guitar bag behind the door, leaning it against a wardrobe which reminds me of my own room.
I sit on the chair, and look at the person.
He starts asking me questions and, as if slightly humoring him, i reply to each one.
His curiosity seemingly satisfied, i go over and lay next to him.
He embraces me, yet i don't feel any support or comfort.
After a short while of me just laying there observing the room wondering why i don't feel warm, i turn towards the person, which has become my mother.
I hug her tight, and kiss her on the forehead.
Then i get up as she starts speaking to me, and moving towards the glass sliding doors opposite the door, i reply to her, "Why does it even matter, this is a lucid dream".
I hear the word lucid loud and clear.
I feel for my physical body, and i can just sense it.
I am wondering, why do i not feel lucid as i have done in almost all other dreams.
Feeling confused i look around, seeing that everything is unbelievably realistic. It is real to me. I can smell everything. I can feel everything. I can even taste everything.
At once, this is quite overwhelming. This is unlike what i've experienced before. I am curious as to what is going on, and i open all my senses fully embracing the lucidity.
Now i feel as if i am searching for an answer.
The atmosphere has changed signifigantly, as if i am a sane man walking amongst insanity. I feel calm peace, yet unbelieavably powerful and in control of my awareness.
I open the glass door, and move into a large courtyard bordered with four towering brick buildings.
My sister throws something at me.
She is standing next to a pile of thick, yet smooth cylinders which has been cut out of a tree.
She keeps throwing them at me, but missing.
It's a game to her and she wants me to join in.
I'm only slightly interested, feeling as if something is trying to claim the dream and force it into non-lucidity.
I attempt to hover above the ground.
Failing this, i feel as if i am being restricted, yet my clarity is still impeccable.
I look to a young man in the courtyard, wearing a supposedly intimidating cape which has a hood towering over his face.
He looks like the reaper, with his back turned from me.
I feel as if he is the one doing this. Controlling me.
I walk to him, and he unhoods. I look at his face, realising suddenly that it mirrors my own.
It is me.
It doesn't seem to have noticed i am him though, yet looking at me, as if he knows something which i don't.
Going along with what i suspect to be his act, i say that his hood doesn't suit him as from the back it looks to large.
He seems to like it, and i see as this is going no-where to getting back my ability to fly, i turn my back and walk away.
As i am walking, a thought of lucid tasks makes an interesting idea to test my powers again.
I see the sky, bright blue with white clouds and a glaring sun.
I move my hands as if i am going to change the weather, and as i do my other self comes up to me and does the same motions, trying to undo what i am trying to.
I know he won't win.
Dismissing him, i focus back onto the sky, moving grey storm clouds to cover it all.
The light becomes dim, and i overcome my other easily.
Knowing i can change the weather now, i focus completely on the task.
I change the clouds white, and i see snowflakes starting to fall.
I remember something about trees, and seeing as there are none, i look at the logs my sister was playing with.
I freeze them completely in ice, and move my attention to the buildings bordering me.
I freeze them also and the whole area is becoming white.
I remember a technique for meditation i'd read about before.
Looking around i dim the world, except it starts turning white instead of black.
I open my eyes expecting to be standing up, yet finding that i am on the floor in a place i have been before.
After getting up and recovering from the strange body position change, i see a door in front of me; it has pale yellow colourings and the handle is completely covered in soft putty.
I open the door and look around.
It is a school corridor, and many people my own age are sitting along a bench which runs the whole length of the passage.
I see many people i know, except they all seem oblivious to me.
I notice my clarity is still the same, and that i feel slightly helpless now.
I have been here before.
This very corridor has been in a previous dream a very long time ago.
I feel quite sexual as i move among the people i know.
I won't have sex, i decide.
Feeling as if i am stuck in a rather boring dream, i look around and see another door.
It is yellow on this side, and i open it and step inside.
The door quickly shuts by itself.
An immense wave of fear comes over me.
I remember this place from a long time ago, and i am almost paralysed from fear of something which i have forgotten over the years.
I am so scared, knowing that it is a lucid dream, but scared to even move and attempt to wake up.
Sitting in the corner, i try to feel for my physical body.
It's real strong this time, but for some reason i am thrown into even deeper fear.
I can't seem to awake, and the fear seems to be swallowing me.
I don't know what i am doing.
I stop thinking and get up, the fear still there.
I see there are doors in here and all of them have deep red adornments.
The door behind me is a brick wall, instead of the school corridor.
This is no longer amusing to me anymore. I become scared of dying.
I can still feel my phsical body when i reach for it, though it is as if it is fading away just as fast as it is coming.
I walk down yet another corridor, and i feel as if something is following me.
I have no choice, to escape. I have no control of the dream, and nothing will happen to my will.
I see something at the end of this long corridor.
I remember this from so long ago.
I am too scared. I have no idea what will happen if i continue.
I feel for my body and focus as hard as i can.
I manage to feel my eyes.
I look back down the corridor, knowing i will wake myself up now.
I open my eyes.
I sit up in my bed and feel very strange, i don't want this dream again.
I move to the computer.
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