 Originally Posted by conisag
...is this a suggestion that my dc's are living breathing ppl? No chance with the shit they come out with!
A very complicated issue, one that bears inspection.
Since lucid dreams are at their cores directed by the individual, and therefore experienced from a mostly subjective vantage point, I would venture to say that the dream characters you encounter are, in a sense, projections of your own ego that you are dealing with, rather than singular entities. I have also long known that there is a need for you warriors. I myself have had lucid moments of battle, and though I am a peace-loving being that would rather think or speak my way out/into of a situation, I acknowledge the protection and strength that the great fighters represent.
 Originally Posted by jeffd
Another interesting concept in the book was the "dream emissary".He is a all prevading presence/voice that interacts with Carlos while he "dreams".I believe this voice carried over into his "waking life" too.
I have had these "emissaries" with me for as long as I can remember; sort of like freely conscious extension of myself. During my waking life they can be incredibly annoying - sadly, mostly when I am working a meaningless job or doing something that I know hinders my growth - but during the dream it is my anchor, a voice that I recognize and can rely on for advice, warnings, or comfort in dark places.
 Originally Posted by MisterHyde
I've had these experiences too. I was exploring a city in an LD with a very beautiful woman and was woken by my girlfriend, but I kept slipping back into sleep, back to the city and back to the woman who tried to persuade me to stay.
Thank you for sharing this; I have enjoyed these sort of 'continuance' dreams since childhood, although when I was younger (I was a very fearful child) they were mostly centered around fear-based scenarios. For example, one of my earliest lucid moments, around 4 or 5 years old:
I am standing on a vibrant green hill, in a valley surrounded by high peaks. There is a white tree at it's pinnacle, the leaves are broad and reflecting the last sunset's rays. I can hear a dog barking, and I see a gaint silver wolf lumbering up the hill towards me. I climb the tree and yell for help as the sun goes down, but no one is close enough to hear me. The huge dog is jumping almost high enough to nip my feet, and I awaken.
I would fall back to sleep and emerge straight back into this horrifying situation, over and over for hours. This happened months on end for years with similar types of situations: lava lions, pierced to a giant thorned tree, dwarves killing my mother, losing the woman I loved, falling for miles and hitting the ground in slow-motion; until one night when I was 11 or 12, I was slipping back into a falling dream and I was just so fed up with it that I said "I give up." In my dream I closed my eyes, and when I opened them; I was flying.
This was my first lucid experience.
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