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.
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
Excellent poem. I don't pretend to completely understand it though.
I will wage the war with my mind in the throes
Why is there a war? Who is fighting who? Why do you want to be a part of it?
[QUOTE]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.[QUOTE]
This is really interesting. I think many lucid dreamers feel this way, but it is more of a "wouldn't that be cool?" than a specific goal. If it really is your goal then find out as much information as you can about it. Ask your close friend more about the experience (if they are willing to talk about it), and read up on accounts of others who have experienced this.
I don't think that a long-term lucid dream has ever been intentionally induced, so you may have trouble finding information, but nonetheless, best of luck.
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.
This is really interesting. I think many lucid dreamers feel this way, but it is more of a "wouldn't that be cool?" than a specific goal. If it really is your goal then find out as much information as you can about it. Ask your close friend more about the experience (if they are willing to talk about it), and read up on accounts of others who have experienced this.
I don't think that a long-term lucid dream has ever been intentionally induced, so you may have trouble finding information, but nonetheless, best of luck.
Exactly. Nobody seems to know about it.
Excellent poem. I don't pretend to completely understand it though.
Aww, what the heck. Why not.
Spoiler for Explanation:
I read their accounts, and I laugh and I cry
I hear all their stories, and all the more I try
Dream journals. I read the dream journals of people who frequently have lucid dreams. They (the dreams) are bitter-sweet to me because they are amazing, but out of my league. But that's motivation. [I try]To recognize that chance when it comes at night,
To loose life's chains, and to take flight
Further attempts to become lucid consistently at night
I can see the crystal lake underneath the glass bed
From the rest of the message: I've got a bed in my mind. Its frame is made of flawless glass, and ... it rests on the surface of a crystal lake But I know I'll wake without going there in my head
I know this is a self-defeating attitude, but I also know that I'm not one of those people who is born with the power of consistent lucidity.
I re-read the accounts, and determination grows
re-reading people's dream journals I will wage the war with my mind in the throes
Because the mind is always fighting against letting one become lucid in one's dreams, right? At least, for me it is. Like I said, I'm not a natural at this.
Please, lead me there, guides
A request to advanced lucid dreamers for help in mastering lucidity. Let me not be the one who hides
Or more accurately, "Don't let me be someone who uses escapism in real life."
Can't I go to sleep 'neath those diamond-cloth sheets
Again, a reference to the bed. And then not be the one this mundane world meets?
Because if I fall asleep and dream for what seems to be years, I'll be free from this world for that long, right?
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
Quite an accomplished poem Signet, however I don't understand one thing about your wishes. You wish to experience a Lucid that seems to last years? Yes It has happened, but to my knowledge it has never been accomplished purposely. But why wish this? Yes, Lucid dreams are amazing: freedom, power, nothing holding you back. However, it is no replacement, or even improvement for real life... Is this something you really want? Ah, it's not the point anyway, I believe there are some DV members who have achieved what you are after. Correct me if I'm wrong members, but I seem to recall that Nina is one of them, you should start by asking about it, good luck.
[x] Fly
[x] Musical inspiration
[x] Have a large fight
[x] Use God-like powers
[ ] CONVINCE a DC that he is but a figment of my dream
[ ] Perform 'China Roses' piano and backup singing with Enya
[ ] Open and view the contents of my 'vault of deep subconscious thoughts and feelings'
Thanks for the advice, Sea, and thank you.
I can summarize it in a word: Freedom. Not as in "I'm free to do whatever I want to", but rather "I'm free to not do everything I DON'T want to do." And not even in an escapist sort of way... I just know that in a lucid dream, I have no responsibilities outstanding. I can just not do and be fine with it.
See?
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
[x] Fly
[x] Musical inspiration
[x] Have a large fight
[x] Use God-like powers
[ ] CONVINCE a DC that he is but a figment of my dream
[ ] Perform 'China Roses' piano and backup singing with Enya
[ ] Open and view the contents of my 'vault of deep subconscious thoughts and feelings'
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
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