Thread: This is the only lucid dream I've ever had.

I want to tell people about the only lucid dream I've ever had. I have had dreams where I've wondered if I was dreaming and have had some influence on them, but only one dream I've had has been truly lucid.

I don't remember as much as I used to, although I remember more than most dreams. This was about eight years ago when I was about 14 years old.

The first thing from the dream that I can remember at the moment was that I was spinning through the air with my head first parallel to the Earth. I was above water and was skipping off of the water as I was flying. I then shot down into the the ocean. I sank down all the way to the bottom of the ocean and died. After I died I saw myself on the bottom of the ocean from outside of my body and remember trying to breath. I was afraid to breath because I was under water. But with each breath I noticed that it felat like air and I wasn't taking in water for some reason. I remember thinking that I must be dreaming because I'm still alive even though I saw myself die and now I'm looking at myself and I'm also able to breath underwater. The whole dream up to this point has been very visually blurry and my field of vision is very limited. I have had no peripheral vision and can only see a tiny area in front of me and can't move my head around in any direction I want. So I'm thinking if this is a dream then it is all happening in my head. If I'm in my head then this world belongs to me and I should be able to controll it. With this thought suddenly the blurryness shoots in a flash and everything is super sharp just like in real life. Maybe even sharper than my real eyes could ever see. I know that I am in controll of the world and decide to give my mind a try. I ended up on some kind of fairly blank landscape. It was outdoors and kinda like a dirt dessert. I decide to wave my hand create some kind of wall or building. I had the power to visualize things to an even greater extent than I ever do in the waking world. So what actually happens is that I imagine the wall and see it as I create it. I knew that the thing people would like to do most is to fly in your dreams. With a simple tought I gave it a try and it worked just perfectly. Anything I could think of worked. I tried some kind of mental exersices which I can't remember but found that I could do some amazing things. Nothing like a dream was driving the world for me. I was in total controll. I knew I wasn't just dreaming about this because the resolution of the world was great. It was not abstract like a movie script. It was a live feed of information. So I flew around and created massive structures. All these years later I don't remember exactly what I was thinking but I think I wanted to try some matrial arts so I created a few people to fight. I was quite happy that I could also create things that appeared to be living. They were very complex and didn't just act like statues. The great thing too was that I didn't seem to have any limit of memory. I couldn't just look in one direction and everything I wasn't looking at would be lost. It all pretty much was run without any trouble of my brain. I could create more and more. And above all the clarity was amazing. After a while I started to wonder how much time had passed and wondered about the one thing I hadn't tried to do. Wake up. I wondered if I could controll waking up also. I tried with my mind to reach in whatever logical direction would be to initiate waking up. It didn't work. I have forgotten a crucial part here because so much time has passed. Maybe more than 8 years and I never wrote it down because It was so clear for so long after the dream. I thought I would never forget. But as the waking world tends to have high demands it erases the sleeping memory. The best I can remember this part is in the following way. Something that is similar to the scene in the movie The Lawn Mower Man, where he is in a sphere and trying to get out into the real world. It didn't look just like the movie but it felt the same way and looked very similar. I kept reaching in directions of my mind trying to find the real world, trying to wake up but could not. I was only a little worried but wondered why I could do everything but wake up. After a significant amount of mental time had passed I thought of something else. What I thought of was to see if I could contact other people. I didn't know if they would have to be lucid dreaming, dreaming, on Earth, or any other specifications and couldn't think of any good reason why it would even work, but I knew it couldn't hurt to try. Somehow, like I was born with it, I had a general idea of how to reach out but it was less straight forword than changing my own world. I felt a very strong urge to go one step further than lucid dreaming in an isolated mind and I didn't know how long it would take to figure out this next step. I thought that if it did work the implications would be imense. This could change the world if this worked. I was searching for the right part of my mind in a kind of way. Trying to find a limb, in a sense, that I had never used before but could just slightly feel. I was just begining to try to find out wether or not this would work when my mom came into my room and woke me up. I have never been able to have a lucid dream since then.

After I woke up a few days later I remember thinking that this is the most powerfull thing I have ever felt. I was god. There was nothing I couldn't do. I know that there are many religions out there. I thought that for all the things that people base religion on this would be the strongest basis that anyone could create a religion on. There is nothing more powerfull for the mind. It hasn't been brought on by drugs. It happened naturally in the brain. I have never felt very religious and didn't interpret this lucid dream as some addition to a new or existing religion. I know that if everyone had these every night or often enough and were the type to be religious that this would be the basis of all religion for those people.

Another worth noting is one in which I only remember the end of. I was told by what seemed to be both me and god at the same time, even though I don't believe in god. What I was told was that I would be forced to forget my dream and that the only thing I would remember after I woke up was this message and the fact that it was my choice to forget. I was told by myself or god that because I had learned something that I could not go on living with the knowledge of. I remember knowing this was a dream while I was in it, so I am listing it here because of that and because the dream kind of hinted that I had been going back to lucid dreams and making significantly more progress and had progressed too far. I'm pretty much saying that this was a dream not a full lucid dream and have no reason to believe that the dream was telling the truth. This is kinda spooky so I thought It would be interesting to post here. It has been the most provoking thing since my lucid dream. This was not long after that single and only lucid dream so many years ago.

I hope other people have very long and specific lucid dreams to share. I read some posts and found them lacking in detail or information.