Immortality

[Invader]

I never hear about immortality as a power in dreams, and I find it a little surprising, being that people often wake up when they "die". I had a dream perhaps a year ago in regards to this subject, but never thought much of it until I realized that maybe surviving death in a dream wasn't as common as I thought it was. I was in a large, clean public bathroom, washing my hands in a sink when all of a sudden I hear a gunshot and feel a significant amount of pressure in my back. I just got shot. I turned around to look at the man, a little shorter than I was, with short brown hair, when he shot me again, this time putting the shell right into my heart. I look down, touch my chest and bring my hand up to my eyes to find my fingers stained red. A little puddle is forming at my feet. Right now, I am feeling much the same I imagine some sort of god would feel. I felt as powerful as ever, just physically hollow. I strolled right over to where my assailant was standing and landed a punch so hard in his face that I could hear the bone cracking as his skull split beneath the skin. I was indeed immortal. I believe that dream occurred a few days after reading about the subject of immortality in dreams, and that the feeling of it is a little overwhelming (in a positive way, of course). Well, I can confirm that, and wanted to open this thread up to encourage others to share their experiences with thwarting death in the dreamworld.

[DreamVortex]

Cooooool. That must have been awesome!!

[Photolysis]

being that people often wake up when they "die" Says who? Sounds like hearsay to me. I've 'died' in (non-lucid) dreams before without waking. Sounds like an interesting experience anyway.

[Oneironaut Zero]

Immortality is the greatest feeling. I usually have action-packed non-lucid dreams where I'm either in a firefight or something of that nature, and when I become lucid, the very first thing I often do is take advantage of my immortality and exact my revenge. Co-incidentally, I just updated my journal with a dream from a few days ago, in which I did exactly that. Here's the newest one, if you wanna read it: Dream One (b): It was now night-time. The girls from the previous dream were all back (though I didn’t notice the amputee at all), as were my roommates. We were hanging out in the living room, when, without warning, the front door burst open. A squad of (what I assume by their language, appearance, and what I’ve been reading in the news lately) Cuban (or otherwise Hispanic) militiamen stormed into the room, carrying machine guns. With plenty of kicking and screaming, they herded us up and walked us out of the house. We could see that they were taking us to an ammo shop / gun range that was down the street. It was concluded that we were being forced to train to so that we could help them fight in whatever revolution they were fighting. (Seeing as how none of them spoke English, how that was “concluded,” exactly, is a mystery to me, but their plan was explained to me by someone in my group.) My mind was racing, thinking of possible ways of escape. As usual, I began to question whether or not this was really happening. We passed a pile of scrap metal on the side of the road, and I glanced toward it, seeing if I could make it move with my mind. It wouldn’t budge, and I was getting more and more scared of our situation. They walked us around to the back of the ammo shop, and we had to jump over a small, chain-link fence to get into the firing range area. The fence was kind of gnarled and twisted, so I took a moment to think about the easiest way to get over it. In doing so, I noticed something surprising – My feet were no longer touching the ground! I was hovering a few inches over the Earth (I guess it was because I was thinking how to best elevate myself over the fence), and it proved what I’d been hoping. I was still dreaming. I set my feet back down, silently refusing to move any further. I felt the man behind me jab his gun into the lower-right side of my back, to push me forward, but I wouldn’t move. Instead, I began to laugh – this deep, sinister laugh – and turned to look at him. Fed up with my defiance, the man pulled the trigger, his barrel now pressed up against my gut. I felt the bullets shred straight through me – and it definitely hurt. I had to brace myself just to keep from succumbing to it, but I knew that this was a dream so, no matter how bad it felt, I had to remain in control. He practically emptied the clip in me and now my continuing laughter was mixed with a growl as I strained to take the pain of the gunshots, which made it sound even more demonic. I was actually surprised at it, myself. It sounded like Predator’s mock of Billy’s laugh, in the Predator movie. It was enough to completely scare the shit out of the gunmen. I began walking down the one that shot me, staring into his eyes and just letting out this ungodly laughter. Backing away from me, wide-eyed, he was so scared that he actually turned the machine gun on himself – putting it to his temple and splattering his brains all over the place – rather having died than face whatever supernatural being he thought I was. (I can honestly say that, even in fiction, I have never seen someone shoot themselves in the head with a machine gun. Given the guy’s role in the dream, I was more than mildly satisfied. Haha.) Another one of the gunmen raised the barrel of his rifle at me and started shouting something in Spanish. I was on a definite power trip, though, and just started stalking toward him. I held up one hand in front of me and he opened fire. The bullets started slamming against my palm and ricocheting off of it, Superman style (which kind of hurt as well. Like someone poking me with thumbtacks), and I never broke stride as I just walked right up to him. I stopped right in front of him and he just stared at me, terrified. I said “do you have any idea who I am?” (I don’t even know what I meant by that. It was just the first thing that popped into my head. Lol.) He answered back, with a heavy accent, “You’re the Devil!!” (That’s the second time I’ve had a murderous DC call me the Devil, because of my vengeful lucid antics. I’m beginning to like it. Haha.) Without using my hands as guides, I simply focused my mind on the guy’s body. Lifting my eyes a bit also lifted the man’s boots from the ground. Then, flicking my head toward the night sky, I flung the guy upward with telekinesis, sending him flying up into the black void. He never came down. Once again, the dream began fading and I could feel myself waking up. My journal is full of moments like this. Haha. Immortality ftw.

[Invader]

Hahahaha, it's a shame the dream didn't progress further than that, as I'd have liked to hear about what happened to the rest of them. I wonder then.. If being lucid alone gives you that feeling of being a 'superbeing', does being immortal almost double that sense of power for you? Also, was there any feeling of residual pain after the gun was unloaded on you, or any sign of significant damage to your body in the dream? Says who? Sounds like hearsay to me. I've 'died' in (non-lucid) dreams before without waking. Sounds like an interesting experience anyway. Did that ever cause you to become lucid in the dream?

[Oneironaut Zero]

Hahahaha, it's a shame the dream didn't progress further than that, as I'd have liked to hear about what happened to the rest of them. I wonder then.. If being lucid alone gives you that feeling of being a 'superbeing', does being immortal almost double that sense of power for you? Also, was there any feeling of residual pain after the gun was unloaded on you, or any sign of significant damage to your body in the dream? Yeah, I would definitely liked to have stayed in the dream for a little while longer. I ended up chaining the dream into another one, after waking up for a couple of seconds, but it only had some of the same characters, and I was no longer lucid. Being invulnerable in a situation like that usually gives me a huge adrenaline rush, especially if the DC villains had been particularly nasty, before that point. It's like being in the middle of a real-life crisis and then just suddenly realizing that you're a superhero. Heh. I hardly felt any residual pain at all, after he shot me. I could feel the bullets tearing into me, but when he stopped, I tried my best to just "ignore the pain," and it just went away after a couple of seconds. I didn't look down to see if there was actually any damage to my dream body, though.