My Lucid Journey - The Follow Up Dream

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Perhaps the most important, vivid lucid dream of my entire life. I've just woken from it.

I was walking through the streets of a city looking for a friend of mine, Courtney. She was always just turning corners before I could get to her. So, I got the idea to move backwards, and I did. Instead of running after her, I went where I came from, and there she was. Not in front of me, but directly behind me. That is when I went lucid, and holy fuck.



At this point I knew I could do anything, but had to decide what, so I thought back to what i had considered while awake. I knew I had been wanting to do a couple of things. The first order of business was re-entering my control room (a room I had created for myself some time ago). So, while on the street, I ignored the direction my dream was taking me, and I walked up to the door of a large, beautiful building. The door itself was golden, and locked, but this didn't worry me at all. I demanded that the door open up to my control room, the place where I could access all memory, and control all body function.

Instead, it opened up to what looked liked like an enormous golden first floor to a bank or, to a train station, or a mix of the two. Everything was laid with gold, and there were two trees on two island sitting areas in the middle of the floor. There was nothing fantastical about this. It was just business as usual. I walked to the elevator, a bit angry, and I asked for my secretary (I had left one in my control room when I created it), at which point I noticed her standing on line right next to me. I move to stand next to her, and I asked her why I wasn't in my control room. She insisted that we were on our way, and that she'd take me there, so I thanked her, and looked around, waiting for the elevator to come.

I asked her about dream characters, and about dreams in general. First, I asked if all of the people there around me were of my imagination. She wouldn't give me a straight answer for a while until I demanded it, at which point she said yes. I asked her about entering other people's dreams, but she couldn't give me an answer, and when I asked if you dream when you die she got sort of nervous. Everyone around her did (there were a bunch of people waiting in line now). After she avoided my topic for a while I finally worked her down to one, clear point. She had no idea what was going to happen to me when I died, nothing in my dreams did, but, there were on occasion "dead people" in my dreams. Foreign elements that didn't belong there. And to some degree, I got the impression that I could speak to any deceased people I wanted to, with my dreams as a medium.

For some reason I was in a place where I didn't have much control, or maybe I did and my guide had convinced me I didn't (I didn't want to wait for the elevator, I just wanted to fly up and phase through the floors until I got to the fifth, for example, and she told me this was impossible). Finally, tired of waiting and nervous I was going to loose lucidity before I entered my control room, I directed my attention to the elevator doors, and they opened. I entered with a bunch of dream characters, and my dream guide stood next to me.

She informed me that this idea of mine, of the control room, was not exclusive to me. It wasn't an original idea, and many people had formed them (most people who have created them, have done so and yet haven't realized what they've created). She also allowed that using them for sex wasn't wrong, but it was a waste of the room's full potential. I agreed with her, as I never had any intention of using it for anything short of total recall of all of my memories. And hopefully, the considering of bigger questions.

The elevator was glass, and I could see the different floors. The first floor was the city I'd just come from, and then, I watched as the other floors took on likenesses of various places - but I've since forgotten what they looked like. Dream recall...

When I finally got to the fifth floor I took special notice of one of my Dream Characters. He was clearly representing a student from my film classes, Sam. He told me that my DCs knew when I was thinking about them while I was awake, and that they surfaced accordingly in my dreams. It seemed that thinking about them gave them power, and they used this power to make stronger pressences in my dreams.

I was told to stand on a large platform below a glowing red light. When the light turned green, I'd be taken to the control room. I did this, and all of my dream characters were very excited. One of them tossed me a fake lightsaber, and we fooled around with it for a bit before the light turned green. When the light finally did turn green, the entire room warped and I fell backwards from the speed at which everything moved forward. We all stopped in front of a terrible video that I was told by my dream guide I had to watch or terrible things would happen when I entered my control room.

By this point I was so overcome with the length, and clarity of my lucid dream, and the degree to which I was conscious (which was entirely), that I didn't really care that I kept getting slowed down by my dream guide. I played her game, and I sat in front of the movie. It was long and boring and so I lost focus. I turned instead on first, getting laid, which I did, and then messing around with dream control. I tried to control balls of light and energy, which I found nearly impossible to do, and then I tried to create a person I've been crushing on for a while. I managed to forge a silouhette of the person, and a general field of energy, but that was it. Intuitively I knew that i needed practice. I haven't had complete shaping ability for a long while, and I need to work on it.

The film student character, Sam, was at the back of the screening room (which was empty by this point. Everyone else had disappeared), so I asked him if he had any advice for me in my dream shaping. He had no idea. I guess this makes sense. I mean, I created him. How the hell would he know how to create anything? He was polite about it though, and almost reverent.

Finally the video ended, the room was once more flooded with dream characters, and my dream guide opened the screen to the video, revealing a tiny passage to my control room. I ran in, looked around, and recognized that it was far smaller than I'd left it. There was just enough room for a couch, a desk, a coat rack, a tiny computer, a coffee table, and a large spherical pillow (that I had once intended to be the gateway to my memories. It must have broken apart and reshaped itself in my absence).

I had finally gotten to the point I'd been traveling to from the beginning. I thought I must have been lucid dreaming for thirty minutes at least. I'd never lasted this long. I knew that I had to wake up and write this all down before I forgot any of it, and so I tried to think back to how I went lucid and I couldn't remember at all. I asked one of the DCs who was crowding the room, and she couldn't remember. At this point I thought back at it myself for a good hard while, and I remembered. I remembered running through the streets looking for Courtney, and thinking to look behind myself instead of forward.

At this point everything went out of focus, I knew I was loosing lucidity, and I said goodbye. Then I woke up.


One random, horrible feeling, and one pretty powerful revelation:

1) Throughout the dream, I couldn't help but feel that this was the last lucid dream I was ever going to have.

2) I realized that I didn't need to build a control room for memory recall, or for anything else, because my mind is a control room. I can do all of this in any one of my dreams.


Next Lucid Goal:

1) I want to instruct my dream guide to appear to me in every one of my dreams, and inform me that I'm dreaming.

Peace,

Jack

That is absolutely mind blowing. That really inspires me to get better at this. That dream, to me, would be the absolute epitome of bliss. Congradulations on such an awesome dream, man.

Hell yeah. That was great. :goodjob2:

I have a bit of a "control room" designed, except it's an arena. You've just inspired me to start trying to incubate it a lot more. :wink:
Keep it up, man. I'd like to hear about some more of your experiences like that.

(I also like the fighting in the waiting like with the fake light sabers. Haha. Damn does that bring back some theme park memories. :teeth: )

So I didn't have any sort of ld last night. I need to have one tonight, or I'm going to believe this whole thing about me never having another ld because I didn't pay attention to the video.


No, I don't need to. I will. I'm going back to that building tonight.

A little peice of advice:

Don't degrade that awesome experience you had by believing something like you will "never have another ld."

If you never have another ld, it's going to because you expected not to. Don't do that to yourself.
:bslap:

I know man, that's the thing. I know that, but still, just having heard it is enough to instill doubt - and doubt is basically our worst enemy.

Whatever, tonight is my night. I guarantee it. I'm positive.

You had some good ideas, in my head I'm already trying to visualize somew sort of dream guide or master to make it easy to have them come to me in the dream to aid me in control and such.

About five minutes ago I had another fantastic one.

I was working in my coffee shop in Boston and there was an enormous line, and I couldn't handle it. Everyone was angry and I couldn't even make a single thing. Then, I ran outside to get a coworker of mine to help, and I was suddenly four blocks away. It was the worst possible situation, but the dream was so vivid, so detailed, and so beautiful that I couldn't believe it was a dream.

Overwhelmed, I stopped in the middle of the street, and I looked over to a friend, and I asked her,

"Alex. This...this is a dream isn't it?"

And she shook her head no, and insisted that it wasn't, and that's when I knew. I walked in front of a ton of traffic, and many of the cars stopped, and I went lucid.

I crossed to the sidewalk in front of my coffee shop and a girl passed me by. I turned to her and told her to stop, she did, and I said, "turn into my secretary."

Immediately, the tall blonde warped into a shorter brunette, dressed far more conservatively. She was the girl from my last dream, and the girl who I vaguely remembered from my first two or three control room dreams. The girl with the clipboard. I smiled. I couldn't believe it. My sentiments were at that point confirmed.

"You're my dream guide aren't you?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded. Then I yelled at her, but in a friendly sort of way.

"You really threw me for a loop with that last lucid dream comment. That it was my last one and all. That sucked."

She sort of shrugged this off, and laughed a little. The thing was, it was important for me to hear that, because it forced in me a determination to have a mind blowing lucid dream as a follow up, which I did.

I asked her how I could better control my dreams, just like I did a couple of years ago (I had some dreams back then that were truly remarkable, one in particular where I reached a completely tranquil state of being, and felt a sense of power and control that I've never been able to match). She didn't seem to have an answer for me, but just being with her made me feel like I could do or go anywhere, and ask anything, which was exactly the kind of confidence I had been looking for.

Suddenly, I stopped walking and turned to a rusty old red door. I looked at my dream guide (who I'm going to have to get a name from next dream. I'm through calling her dream guide or secretary). I thought about what I'd learned in the last dream, that I could see any memory I wanted without the control room, because I wasthe control room.

"I want to see the first lucid dream that I took control over."

I was thinking that if I could go back to that very first, very mind blowing experience, I could learn from myself, and I could recreate that state of mind. She smiled and nodded, I turned to the door on the side of the building, opened it up and walked right into an old dream of mine. It wasn't the dream I had anticipated however. I think it was the dream right before my original mind blower.

The first thing I noticed was the sky. I could see it, it was a fantastic blue, and there was a large fenced in arena in front of me. There were two thugs sitting in the bleachers next to me and my dream guide, and in the arena were two teams playing some kind of game of dodgeball.

How could I have forgotten this dream? I was playing dodgeball. My team was outnumbered. I was struck out and eventually we had one girl left against maybe four from the other team. There was something about this game that I couldn't remember though. The stakes were extremely high, I just couldn't, and still can't remember them.

This girl was hurting though, she was alone and she was hurting, and the four other team members all charged her, at which point the lone girl freaked, a tremendous ammount of energy swarmed her, and the other four players were taken out in about three seconds.

The memory of this dream hit me, as well as its meaning, at almost precisely the same time. Originally I had watched that girl, and I knew that I not only wanted to do that, but that I wanted to do more, and intuitively that I could. I wanted to reach an entirely new, far more powerful level. That's when, the first time I saw this dream, I went lucid. The world reshaped itself and I was left alone in a windowless, doorless, broken, shattered, upside down room, surrounded by maybe fifty assailants.

But that dream, the dream where I saw for about a minute and a half some of my potential, is at the moment unimportant. That I could revisit these dreams whenever I wanted was the remarkable bit.

The two thugs standing near my dream guide and I had been having a heated conversation. They both attacked me, and what I did to them was nothing short of brutal. I don't really want to get into the details, but there is a very violent side of me that sometimes comes out when cornered while I dream. It came out, they died, and then I asked my dream guide to get rid of them. She couldn't. She said they were real, and that is when I realized that there were certain things she'd lie about to me. Any questions that I was answering, and anything that I was doing, I was answering and doing myself. She had nothing to do with it, and if I couldn't answer something, neither could she.

She just gave me an outlet to compose the question. I had to figure out the hows and the whys.

I turned to the game, it started to go blurry, and I felt myself wake up.


These last two lucid dreams I've had in the early morning, when there has been plenty of light outside, and when I've been well rested. I think this is of some significance.

Nicely done. :goodjob2: