Thread: How many of you have asked your dream this question?

Hello. How many of you have asked the dream this question: How can I lucid dream every night? If yes please comment the response you received (if you feel comfortable) If you have asked a similar question please comment it down below with the response (if you feel comfortable). For now please just comment yes or no. If anyone know how to make the options for a poll please tell me. As I can not figure it out.

I think you can choose to add a poll with a certain number of options, and after you will be able to set the options; not sure how this forum works in that regard, since I haven't tried yet.

Close! I once told myself that I would lucid dream every night, while in a lucid dream. The environment shook and my own voice boomed from all around me "IT CAN'T BE DONE."

Originally Posted by SpaceTimeBadass

Close! I once told myself that I would lucid dream every night, while in a lucid dream. The environment shook and my own voice boomed from all around me "IT CAN'T BE DONE."

That's cool how your own voice responded like that. Since reading this I have changed my question to how can I lucid dream more often. As I have been struggling to have lucid dreams lately.

I've done this on two separate occasions. The first time I got no answer. The second time my dream companion tried to convince me that I was NOT dreaming. Seems my brain does not want me to lucid dream every night. I gave it consideration too, if we lucid dreamed every night lds would become as common as regular dreams and probably not be paid much attention to. I think that with lucid dreaming, like with most stuff in life, difficulty = value. If things come easily we tend to take them for granted. Well, in my case anyway. I'm okay with not lucid dreaming every night.

my subconscious states you have to be aware and that he will try his best to help me, though still no 100% lucidity

You know, initially when I saw this thread I thought you meant to ask "How many of you have asked your dream the question 'How many of you have asked your dream this question?' " If you know what I mean. A kind of question-ception, like when you say "this sentence is false".

Anyway, I had one lucid dream when I wanted to find out how to lucid dream every night, although it wasn't the wording exactly.

TL;DR: I demanded I have lucid dreams every night. My dream replied by showing me a popcorn machine spitting out Brussels sprouts, saying that they represent lucid dreams, and that I can't have them every night because the bowl is spinning and many of them are falling off. I ate one of them but it didn't get me lucid next night or anything.

I copy-pasted the dream down below because my dreamjournal.net account is set to private.

I'm in a small town built on the slope of a hill. It has typical dirty brick houses with smoke coming out of the chimneys, mud on the roads, etc. It's daytime and the sky is surprisingly blue, not very matching to the rest of the scenery (#7ceeff). I'm walking uphill a cobblestone road (there is no traffic, and it's frequent for me to walk on streets/roads in dreams). There are no people in the town except me. Suddenly I ask myself whether I'm dreaming. I pull my right hand out of my pocket and count my fingers. The result is 8 left-to-right and 9 right-to-left. I realize I'm dreaming and I immediately remember what to do: interview my subconscious and, if possible, conclude a lucid dreaming pact. For some reason, there is a weird problem with the dream (I've had this problem before): I'm unable to concentrate on what I'm doing and random thoughts start blocking my view. I don't have a lot of dream control (I forget to raise my lucidity), and even though I succeed at summoning a portal gun behind me, I'm not very good at shooting. However, I'm still able to use the random thoughts to my advantage to teleport around, and I say to myself that my destination is 'the palace of my subconscious, or wherever he lives'. After a few attempts I find myself in a small, rectangular, purple chamber, with the dominant color #f000ff. There is a small ledge at the southern wall, raised some 10 cm above the floor of the rest of the room. There are three weird machines that look like the SHENZHEN I/O meat printer, in three sizes: small (left), big (middle) and medium (right). I'm happy I've found it and can't wait to start talking to my subconscious. I get off the ledge and say quietly at first 'Hi, subconscious!' or something similar. Then I notice I had been whispering, and so I collect courage and repeat it with a medium-loud voice. (It's post-broken.) Cartoon-like 'awakening eyes', white with black circles in the middle, appear above the left one of the machines (they're stretched vertically). The machine starts talking in a deep male voice, thus confirming my subconscious is 'male'. I start talking a little shyly, but soon gain momentum, as if talking to a friend: "Soooo, here's the deal. What would YOU want from me... in exchange for lucid dreams... say, every night?" He starts talking like a waiter in a luxurious restaurant, and says "You know, I don't want anything. You're free to have them." I'm like: "Seriously?" and then he says, with a villain tone: "Of course not!" and somehow staggers me and blinds my vision for a while (fraction of a second). When my vision is restored, I'm sitting in a plastic chair next to him, he's now in a more humanoid shape, but still has no visible face or anything, and made entirely out of purple plastic (color as mentioned before). He starts explaining, using a new machine that looks a little like a drink dispenser. However, where it would dispense drink, there is a plate with a cup attached to it, and small eaves to slowly let the drink spill out of the cup (the 'accumulator'), finally there also is an input pipe above the dispenser. At the wall to my right, there is a purple table with a white elliptical plate with a lot of spinach on it (in the color #00f24d). He takes a handful of this spinach, puts it into the input pipe, and out come a few green popcorn kernels that look a little like Brussels sprouts. He explains "so, these popcorn kernels are like lucid dreams. So you can't have them served right to you through these eaves down here, (I take one of the popcorn kernels and eat it), because it's constantly spinning. (At that point the plate starts spinning clockwise at a medium-slow speed, and all the kernels fall to the ground in random places.)" I answer "OK, I understand." I think I'm a little off-topic, so I try to get some tasks done and go directly to my second question: "Do you love me?" This time he answers quickly and simply: "No." I'm shocked by this answer, and even a little disappointed. (In fact, after awakening from the lucid dream I interpret the answer for quite a long time as "I hate you".) My vision gets blurry again and now I find myself in superposition in both the purple room and a garage of the town from the beginning of the scene. I try to fly, which doesn't really work: I'm sort of able to get myself to feel the sensation of flying, but I don't actually take off, which is weird. Soon I'm transported yet again, because the dream is very unstable and my thoughts are still chaotic, and now I find myself in an MBP level with the Sunset skybox, red-brown (#852100) tiles and decorative towers. I try to fly around in here, and indeed I do, but not for too long and not very far away from the level. Soon I wake up.