Lucid dream
May. 29th, 2008 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trelobitaAlmost two years ago, June 20th or 2006 to be exact, I had the first lucid that I could actually remember. It was one of the most incredible things I've ever experienced, and it even served as something of a spiritual epiphany, silly as that sounds. :)
It was a gorgeous sunny morning, around 11:30 AM or so. I was waiting for the Comcast cable guy to come and install our highspeed internet. I fell asleep on the couch and found myself in a place so vivid, there was no way it could have been a dream. I did not know that I was dreaming at first, which is usually the case for me. Everything was still pretty disjointed in spite of its vividness. My locations changed constantly.
There was a moment where I was inside an enormous, colorful, lavishly decorated indoor place where various stairways led to luxuriously furnished rooms surrounded by railing instead of walls, like indoor terraces. I was under the impression that it belonged to Marten's parents and he was crazy for claiming that they weren't rich.
I spent a great deal of time subsequently wandering through many beautiful indoor settings. The last one I found myself in resembled my home in the waking world. It was then that I had the startling realization that I was dreaming. It was a strange little epiphany and an amazing feeling to know with certainty that the textured, tangible world I was exploring was not my "true reality". I even rememered that, in the waking world, I was supposed to be waiting for the cable guy!
I walked into a cozy bedroom with a king-sized bed that was through the door that would have led to my basement in real life. There was a small, square dry-erase board hanging next to the door inside the room with half erased words written in blue on it. I decided to test my current state of awareness that I was dreaming.
I stared at the dry-erase board, daring it to make sense. Every time I blinked, the words on it would change. I picked up my own name misspelled several times and several other contextless words such as "swirled". It delighted me that this didn't make sense and that I understood why!
After that, like any other lucid dreamer, I knew that I would have no trouble flying. After stepping out of the room with the dry-erase board and back into the dreamed interpretation of my little kitchen, I immediately rose off the floor and drifted almost casually about the ceiling. Flying would be much more fun outside, I decided, so I left this indoor place and took off into the sky.
I flew upward faster and easier than I had ever been able to in previous dreams. Of course, this time I knew perfectly well that I was really asleep on the couch at home waiting for the cable guy. That meant that the rules of reality were currently unimportant. It felt so natural, like it was my true state of being, even.
The sky was luminous with a warm afternoon glow and glistening with some fantastical light source (like in a happy daydream in anime). I noticed that, not far below me, there were lots of other figures flying around. I remember laughing at myself for thinking it, but wondering if those were other dreamers like myself frolicking in their own lucid dreams. That notion filled me with an indescribable euphoria. I felt that nothing in this world or that could ever upset or frighten me again. It was a feeling that lingered in me long after waking.
Eventually, I floated downward past the other people, down past the weird shimmering light, until I touched down on solid ground once more. It was a semi-unfamiliar place with houses I did not recognize but trees from my own yard. Bradford Pear trees stood in a row nearby and I was standing beneath my gorgeous little Japanese Red Maple.
It was here where I remembered that, since this was a dream, I could also behave like a little harlot and indulge my most basic sexual urges without fear of being arrested for indecent public behavior. I undid my belt and tore my pants open, collapsing onto the ground on my back. I started yelling out for somebody or anybody to fuck me. A guy that I do not know in real life presently consented, and a lengthy session of animalistic rutting proceeded. *laugh*
At this point, though, I was getting worried that the cable guy would knock and I wouldn't hear him. Very reluctantly, I willed myself awake. I then proceeded to call Marten at work and tell him about this experience while I was still glowing from it. It was his suggestion that I immediately write it down. I'm very glad that I did, retrospectively. Just reading over what I wrote immediately takes me right back into the memory of it
Has anyone else had any experiences with lucid dreaming?
It was a gorgeous sunny morning, around 11:30 AM or so. I was waiting for the Comcast cable guy to come and install our highspeed internet. I fell asleep on the couch and found myself in a place so vivid, there was no way it could have been a dream. I did not know that I was dreaming at first, which is usually the case for me. Everything was still pretty disjointed in spite of its vividness. My locations changed constantly.
There was a moment where I was inside an enormous, colorful, lavishly decorated indoor place where various stairways led to luxuriously furnished rooms surrounded by railing instead of walls, like indoor terraces. I was under the impression that it belonged to Marten's parents and he was crazy for claiming that they weren't rich.
I spent a great deal of time subsequently wandering through many beautiful indoor settings. The last one I found myself in resembled my home in the waking world. It was then that I had the startling realization that I was dreaming. It was a strange little epiphany and an amazing feeling to know with certainty that the textured, tangible world I was exploring was not my "true reality". I even rememered that, in the waking world, I was supposed to be waiting for the cable guy!
I walked into a cozy bedroom with a king-sized bed that was through the door that would have led to my basement in real life. There was a small, square dry-erase board hanging next to the door inside the room with half erased words written in blue on it. I decided to test my current state of awareness that I was dreaming.
I stared at the dry-erase board, daring it to make sense. Every time I blinked, the words on it would change. I picked up my own name misspelled several times and several other contextless words such as "swirled". It delighted me that this didn't make sense and that I understood why!
After that, like any other lucid dreamer, I knew that I would have no trouble flying. After stepping out of the room with the dry-erase board and back into the dreamed interpretation of my little kitchen, I immediately rose off the floor and drifted almost casually about the ceiling. Flying would be much more fun outside, I decided, so I left this indoor place and took off into the sky.
I flew upward faster and easier than I had ever been able to in previous dreams. Of course, this time I knew perfectly well that I was really asleep on the couch at home waiting for the cable guy. That meant that the rules of reality were currently unimportant. It felt so natural, like it was my true state of being, even.
The sky was luminous with a warm afternoon glow and glistening with some fantastical light source (like in a happy daydream in anime). I noticed that, not far below me, there were lots of other figures flying around. I remember laughing at myself for thinking it, but wondering if those were other dreamers like myself frolicking in their own lucid dreams. That notion filled me with an indescribable euphoria. I felt that nothing in this world or that could ever upset or frighten me again. It was a feeling that lingered in me long after waking.
Eventually, I floated downward past the other people, down past the weird shimmering light, until I touched down on solid ground once more. It was a semi-unfamiliar place with houses I did not recognize but trees from my own yard. Bradford Pear trees stood in a row nearby and I was standing beneath my gorgeous little Japanese Red Maple.
It was here where I remembered that, since this was a dream, I could also behave like a little harlot and indulge my most basic sexual urges without fear of being arrested for indecent public behavior. I undid my belt and tore my pants open, collapsing onto the ground on my back. I started yelling out for somebody or anybody to fuck me. A guy that I do not know in real life presently consented, and a lengthy session of animalistic rutting proceeded. *laugh*
At this point, though, I was getting worried that the cable guy would knock and I wouldn't hear him. Very reluctantly, I willed myself awake. I then proceeded to call Marten at work and tell him about this experience while I was still glowing from it. It was his suggestion that I immediately write it down. I'm very glad that I did, retrospectively. Just reading over what I wrote immediately takes me right back into the memory of it
Has anyone else had any experiences with lucid dreaming?
