Thread: My Lucid Journey - The Follow Up Dream

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Perhaps the most important, vivid lucid dream of my entire life. I've just woken from it.

I was walking through the streets of a city looking for a friend of mine, Courtney. She was always just turning corners before I could get to her. So, I got the idea to move backwards, and I did. Instead of running after her, I went where I came from, and there she was. Not in front of me, but directly behind me. That is when I went lucid, and holy fuck.



At this point I knew I could do anything, but had to decide what, so I thought back to what i had considered while awake. I knew I had been wanting to do a couple of things. The first order of business was re-entering my control room (a room I had created for myself some time ago). So, while on the street, I ignored the direction my dream was taking me, and I walked up to the door of a large, beautiful building. The door itself was golden, and locked, but this didn't worry me at all. I demanded that the door open up to my control room, the place where I could access all memory, and control all body function.

Instead, it opened up to what looked liked like an enormous golden first floor to a bank or, to a train station, or a mix of the two. Everything was laid with gold, and there were two trees on two island sitting areas in the middle of the floor. There was nothing fantastical about this. It was just business as usual. I walked to the elevator, a bit angry, and I asked for my secretary (I had left one in my control room when I created it), at which point I noticed her standing on line right next to me. I move to stand next to her, and I asked her why I wasn't in my control room. She insisted that we were on our way, and that she'd take me there, so I thanked her, and looked around, waiting for the elevator to come.

I asked her about dream characters, and about dreams in general. First, I asked if all of the people there around me were of my imagination. She wouldn't give me a straight answer for a while until I demanded it, at which point she said yes. I asked her about entering other people's dreams, but she couldn't give me an answer, and when I asked if you dream when you die she got sort of nervous. Everyone around her did (there were a bunch of people waiting in line now). After she avoided my topic for a while I finally worked her down to one, clear point. She had no idea what was going to happen to me when I died, nothing in my dreams did, but, there were on occasion "dead people" in my dreams. Foreign elements that didn't belong there. And to some degree, I got the impression that I could speak to any deceased people I wanted to, with my dreams as a medium.

For some reason I was in a place where I didn't have much control, or maybe I did and my guide had convinced me I didn't (I didn't want to wait for the elevator, I just wanted to fly up and phase through the floors until I got to the fifth, for example, and she told me this was impossible). Finally, tired of waiting and nervous I was going to loose lucidity before I entered my control room, I directed my attention to the elevator doors, and they opened. I entered with a bunch of dream characters, and my dream guide stood next to me.

She informed me that this idea of mine, of the control room, was not exclusive to me. It wasn't an original idea, and many people had formed them (most people who have created them, have done so and yet haven't realized what they've created). She also allowed that using them for sex wasn't wrong, but it was a waste of the room's full potential. I agreed with her, as I never had any intention of using it for anything short of total recall of all of my memories. And hopefully, the considering of bigger questions.

The elevator was glass, and I could see the different floors. The first floor was the city I'd just come from, and then, I watched as the other floors took on likenesses of various places - but I've since forgotten what they looked like. Dream recall...

When I finally got to the fifth floor I took special notice of one of my Dream Characters. He was clearly representing a student from my film classes, Sam. He told me that my DCs knew when I was thinking about them while I was awake, and that they surfaced accordingly in my dreams. It seemed that thinking about them gave them power, and they used this power to make stronger pressences in my dreams.

I was told to stand on a large platform below a glowing red light. When the light turned green, I'd be taken to the control room. I did this, and all of my dream characters were very excited. One of them tossed me a fake lightsaber, and we fooled around with it for a bit before the light turned green. When the light finally did turn green, the entire room warped and I fell backwards from the speed at which everything moved forward. We all stopped in front of a terrible video that I was told by my dream guide I had to watch or terrible things would happen when I entered my control room.

By this point I was so overcome with the length, and clarity of my lucid dream, and the degree to which I was conscious (which was entirely), that I didn't really care that I kept getting slowed down by my dream guide. I played her game, and I sat in front of the movie. It was long and boring and so I lost focus. I turned instead on first, getting laid, which I did, and then messing around with dream control. I tried to control balls of light and energy, which I found nearly impossible to do, and then I tried to create a person I've been crushing on for a while. I managed to forge a silouhette of the person, and a general field of energy, but that was it. Intuitively I knew that i needed practice. I haven't had complete shaping ability for a long while, and I need to work on it.

The film student character, Sam, was at the back of the screening room (which was empty by this point. Everyone else had disappeared), so I asked him if he had any advice for me in my dream shaping. He had no idea. I guess this makes sense. I mean, I created him. How the hell would he know how to create anything? He was polite about it though, and almost reverent.

Finally the video ended, the room was once more flooded with dream characters, and my dream guide opened the screen to the video, revealing a tiny passage to my control room. I ran in, looked around, and recognized that it was far smaller than I'd left it. There was just enough room for a couch, a desk, a coat rack, a tiny computer, a coffee table, and a large spherical pillow (that I had once intended to be the gateway to my memories. It must have broken apart and reshaped itself in my absence).

I had finally gotten to the point I'd been traveling to from the beginning. I thought I must have been lucid dreaming for thirty minutes at least. I'd never lasted this long. I knew that I had to wake up and write this all down before I forgot any of it, and so I tried to think back to how I went lucid and I couldn't remember at all. I asked one of the DCs who was crowding the room, and she couldn't remember. At this point I thought back at it myself for a good hard while, and I remembered. I remembered running through the streets looking for Courtney, and thinking to look behind myself instead of forward.

At this point everything went out of focus, I knew I was loosing lucidity, and I said goodbye. Then I woke up.


One random, horrible feeling, and one pretty powerful revelation:

1) Throughout the dream, I couldn't help but feel that this was the last lucid dream I was ever going to have.

2) I realized that I didn't need to build a control room for memory recall, or for anything else, because my mind is a control room. I can do all of this in any one of my dreams.


Next Lucid Goal:

1) I want to instruct my dream guide to appear to me in every one of my dreams, and inform me that I'm dreaming.

Peace,

Jack