Thread: Why does my subconscious oppose lucrid dreaming

Originally Posted by Swingdance

Often when I become aware that I'm dreaming I feel a part of me tries to convince me otherwise. I first noticed this when I found myself regularly asking people in my dream if I'm dreaming, they always tell me I'm not.

A lot of people seem to have trouble with DCs telling them they're awake, but I've read about a few people whose DCs actually help them get lucid. Sometimes I'll realize I'm dreaming and tell a few DCs who happen to be nearby. They usually look at me kinda funny, but they've never started arguing (maybe that's because I'll start flying away and forget about them before they have a chance to say anything, lol).

As for my subconscious not wanting me to lucid dream...I had did have a very odd lucid once. My subconscious "told" me it's opinion rather directly. Here's an excerpt from my DJ:

Spoiler for Dream Excerpt:

My mom and I were in a somewhat dark building. I was supposed to clip a dog's nails (it may have been a person at first), but I was having a hard time. I gave up, and began studying the dog's hands. I was looking at my own hands and even toes, trying to figure out what it was that was different. I moved into the next room over to take a closer look at the dog's hands while my mom stayed in the previous room. All of a sudden, I realized what it was. The thumbs were on the outside!!! This shocked me much more than the fact that the dog had hands in the first place. I kept telling my mom that the thumbs were on the outside, trying to get her to understand the importance of this discovery. There was something about the thumbs being on the outside that felt deeply wrong.

I looked back at my own hands, and on an impulse I did a reality check and counted them. I knew I was dreaming. I told my mom, and started to go out the door. I didn't know where I was going, but I wanted to go somewhere else. To fly somewhere else. I hesitated, wondering if my mom was coming, or if I should just start off on my own. Then a voice said, "Why are you resisting?" I was confused for a moment, then interpreted this to mean that I should just let the dream go it's own course. But why would I let the dream continue normally when I was lucid? As I nervously wandered back into the room, it occured to me that maybe this could be interesting. In a normal dream, the subconscious is mostly in control, showing messages that I may not be aware of at the time. In a lucid dream, the conscious mostly in control, and I basically do whatever I feel like. So what if I was aware that it was a dream, and listened to the messages? A direct connection to my sub-c. (This was the first time that I'd interpreted the voice as being my subconscious.)

Even after these thoughts, I was still uneasy. It was a combination of confused guilt, that maybe I'd been frivolous with my previous lucid dreams, and fear that whatever lessons my sub-c wanted me to learn would be hard to bear. There was a shelf full of books. As my mom pulled one out, I thought suddenly, "I can learn in my sleep everything I really want to learn while I'm awake!" I (or possibly my mom) began reading from the book. It said, "How to control people's will." It reminded me of corporations. And then the meaning of those words sank in like never before. I became very upset, to the point of crying even, saying that the concept shouldn't even exist. I heard my dad's voice, going into rant/lecture mode, "That dog would never survive in the wild." There was something about how the dog's nails would not funtion properly. My dad continued, "Constantly clinking on glass, arowroro, scratch scratch scratch, aarowowrororo..." I woke up.