yeah, that electric guitar dream just sounds like a dream.. desire to learn and ultimate goals of fame are kinda wrapped up into that scenario
that statement about electricity makes sense, cuz like i said, the next day i had a huge smile on my face all day.. so i WAS feeling revitalized, and full of vigor and life energy.
it makes a lot of sense because that pretty much wraps up how i feel when i look at her!
hellz yeah, thanks for that xD
and by the way, the only reason that i believe in dreams like this is because in my youth i would have lucid dreams constantly, and i actually got to the point where i was meditating in the dream world.. able to control the things that happened in my dream
those experiences made me look at the dream world very differently, less like a random chain of images and feelings, and more like another world where we grow and learn and think and feel just like we do in our conscious state
i controlled the lucidity of the dreams by controlling my level of consciousness..
if i liked my dream and wanted it to become more realistic, i wold dive into a deeper sleep, making my dream images become sharper, less consciousness to distract my mind
if i didnt like my dream, i would come back to consciousness slightly, giving me more control over my thoughts than before
i hope that makes sense xD all it takes is practice
i stopped practicing because i had an LD where i was a secret agent at the local mall, and so i thought it would be cool to see how lucid i could make that dream..
bad idea. i got chased by police right after i had reached lucidity and then got shot in the leg. the thing that freaked me out was that i couldn't move my leg in the dream any longer, and it hurt like hell. i had to run/hobble away because i couldnt pull out of the dream fast enough, although i was trying. when i woke up, i tried to stand up not thinking anything of it and my right leg collapsed underneath me, and i still felt a knotlike sensation where the bullet had hit me in the dream.
never played with my dreams since then.
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