"So Wonderful"
I read their accounts, and I laugh and I cry
I hear all their stories, and all the more I try
To recognize that chance when it comes at night,
To loose life's chains, and to take flight
I can see the crystal lake underneath the glass bed
But I know I'll wake without going there in my head
I re-read the accounts, and determination grows
I will wage the war with my mind in the throes
Please, lead me there, guides
Let me not be the one who hides
Can't I go to sleep 'neath those diamond-cloth sheets
And then not be the one this mundane world meets?
Hello, dream-viewers. I've a question for you.
Well, not all of you, but some. You all who just do stuff in your lucid dreams. You people who fall asleep in this reality and then fall asleep under a waterfall in India and then fall asleep on the USS Iowa and then fall asleep on Aphrodite's bed and then fall asleep at the helm of the Heart of Gold and then wake up back in your bed in this reality.
I've got a bed in my mind. Its frame is made of flawless glass, and its sheets and blankets are woven from the thread made of diamonds. It rests on the surface of a crystal lake under a waning gibbous moon. I'd like to fall asleep there, but I'm left behind even in becoming a knowing master of my own mind. I can't help it -- I wasn't born to be forever lucid in my sleeping life like some people I know.
So what can I do? I honestly just want to fall into a lucid dream and then not come back to this life for (what feels within the dream to be) years. I know it can happen. It happened to a close friend of mine just a few months ago.
What can I do, dreamers?
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