Thread: A World of Beauty

Last night, I had an experience that I can't quite describe. It was my third lucid dream ever, and it took me to a place I didn't even know I could dream up.


I know this is a lot to read, but please bear with me, I have a question to ask afterward.


So, in this dream, I'm hanging out with some friends. I don't really know who they are, but they're the stereotypical "skater dudes". Apparently I've known them forever, and we're all crazy. I'm dressed in a tuxedo. We sneak into a casino and make for the elevator. On the top floor of the casino is a restaurant/club: Our target.

The elevator slowly makes its way up, and my friends and I go through a final check. Everything is packed up correctly, we're strapped in nice and tight. The elevator doors open, and we rush out! We run past the bouncers, charge through the crowd, and out to the other side. One by one, my friends reach the edge, and leap off the building! I run to the edge with them (I must be insane, right?) and I jump off!... only... my legs are stuck to the ground, as if I'm glued there. My legs stretch a bit, and eventually, i tumble off the side, leaving a stunned crowd behind me.

I open my eyes, and the building is gone. The city is gone. My friends are gone. Instead, I am in a strange landscape. I am plummeting through a canyon of unimaginable proportions. The dusty red earth speeds past me at break-neck speeds. I am falling off a monolithic cliff, high above the rest of the world. I can see canyons and ravines, each with their own sparkling river, each sprinkled with sparse vegetation, small bits of growth, but each bright, and vibrant, and... ALIVE.

The Sun is huge, and setting, a bright red and yellow, showering the landscape in a soft, yet bright light. The sky is painted with a blend of beautiful, amazing colors. From the farthest point from the Sun, the sky is bright, yet deep blue, and hits every shade in the spectrum of color all the way to a bright red. But it isn't layered, the sky is splotched, not haphazardly, but with a certain symmetry, of every color I can imagine, and some that I've never seen before. The sky seems to take a life of its own, not staying still, but shifting and swirling, vibrant, faster than the eye can see, yet somehow, too slow to notice. In the sky, a moon sits, content to rule over his kingdom; A silent sentinel attesting to both the otherworldly beauty, and serene reality of the world I have found myself in.

The air is cool, cold and warm, cradling me. It was fresh.

I look down, and my landing target is a small, shaded ravine, where I somehow knew my friends wait for me. I am besieged by both the rush of gravity, and the supreme weightlessness reserved only for those that are truly free; Those who are utterly and completely unshackled to the rest of the world. In this moment, I am at peace.

I then remember that I am afraid of heights. I am afraid to be falling, and I vaguely wish I had never jumped at all. As if in response, I can feel my body laying in bed, sleeping: I was beginning to awake. I never verbally said I was dreaming, nor did I mentally acknowledge that i was. It was as if I knew I was dreaming by instinct all along.

I immersed myself in the dream world. I focused on everything that could not be, but that I was deeply grateful for, with every fiber of my being.

I felt the wind rush past me in a powerful gust. I felt the gentle kiss of the cool air against my skin. I smelled the freshness of the air. I heard the sounds of the air, and the sounds of the world rush by me, both a cacophony of noise, and a symphony of nothingness. I saw the color around me, absorbed the scene. I felt the gentle, yet powerful pulse of the land around me, of the sky, of the sun and moon, of me. I was the earth, I was the sky, I was everything.

This world was random, and perfectly structured. It was hot and cold. It was everything, and nothing. This world was a world of contradictions, and it was the most beautiful place I have ever seen.

It was, in a word, Breathtaking.

Unfortunately for me, my excitement rose at that moment. I'm not sure how, but in that moment, I lost my lucidity. I don't remember pulling the cord, nor ever feeling the pull of the chute, or seeing the silk above me. All i remember afterward is landing, my friends putting their arms around me, congratulating me.

The world faded, and I woke up.

I don't think I will ever forget this dream. Actually, I want to go back. Is there anyone who can help me go back to this place? Is there anyone who can help me return to that world?