I've had an interest in lucid dreaming and dreaming in general for a couple of years. The power of the mind has always fascinated me. I've experimented with psychoactive substances, binaural beats, sleep deprivation, sensory deprivation, and as you already know, lucid dreaming. Occasionally I'm able to drift into a lucid dream one way or the other, sometimes unintentionally. I don't always gain complete control. And being a skeptic, it's hard for me to control my dreams in such ways that wouldn't be possible in reality. Such as summoning objects or vice versa, or changing the entire setting in which the dream takes place. Immersing myself completely into lucid dreams is also difficult for me, I often find myself drifting in and out of them. Half conscious, half asleep.

Despite these setbacks I can safely say that I enjoy lucid dreaming. What prompted my to make this post is a certain lucid dream I had previously.

But first, a brief introduction.

I love music. I find it a powerful way to express one's feelings. It's almost mystical the way music can enchant our minds and put us into such trances. I'm what you might call a "musician." I've had my try at playing music in hope to manipulate sound in ways that other musicians have before me. However, I frequently run into trouble. I get writers block, or maybe that's just a nice phrase to cover up my lack of creativity. I can't think of a next note, or an accompanying series of notes, or whatever. Maybe music composition just isn't a skill I possess or ever will. I've always thought this until a few nights ago.

I don't remember falling into this dream (A lucid dream), I recall none of the beginning of it whatsoever. I'm only able to recall the last minute or so. What's different about this dream in particular is that there were no visuals in it, it was pitch black. Then suddenly I hear some of the most beautiful music I've ever heard in my life. It flowed, it was precise, and I could feel myself composing each note, creating each and every detail as it was played. It was performed by an orchestra, each instrument had its own part. There was a piano playing sweeping arpeggios. String instruments playing their part, a brass section, the whole package. Like something you would hear from one of the classical composers. And it was all original material, this all came from my head. I soon woke up, bewildered yet amazed. It couldn't be, no way I created all of that out of thin air.

Maybe I do have potential in music after all, maybe we all do. But it seems that most of us aren't able to do it. At least not while awake. I would love to be able to have this ability while in the conscious world, many of us would. But how? How could I make this possible? I've thought about trying meditation, seeing as the brain gives off similar waves when in deep meditation as it does in deep sleep. Hopefully one day I'm able to tap into this potential I seem to have locked away somewhere in my head.

Have any of you experienced anything similar to this? And not in music in particular, maybe you've painted a painting or sculpted sculptures in your dreams before.