Lucidity and Fear of Death

[Aidrocsid]

While I've had a number of lucid dreams over the years, with degrees of control ranging from being able to generate guns that don't work to complete omnipotence, I'd had a dry spell for a year or two. I am happy to report that about a week ago, the first night that I found this forum, I had another lucid dream. I was on a snowy hill next to a sled that was little more than a piece of misshapen plastic the size of a small pizza box. Somehow causing it to convey me down the slope, I slid for a while until the path suddenly branched off in two directions, between which was a cliff, which I then went over. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of feet below me was a small town which I was rapidly plummeting toward. I had a brief feeling of overwhelming panic, as if I were going to explode with fear, and then as I realized that my life was over and there wasn't anything I could do about it, I became completely calm. This sudden shift between fear of death and acceptance of death felt strangely familiar, and I realized I had experienced it before. The only way I could have previously experienced a fatal fall, to my mind, was if I was dreaming, so I must be dreaming. The transition from fear to acceptance to lucidity happened in the briefest moment. It's been on my mind since. At any rate, once I realized I was dreaming I let myself gently drift down onto the street and woke up shortly after landing quite safely.

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While I've had a number of lucid dreams over the years, with degrees of control ranging from being able to generate guns that don't work to complete omnipotence, I'd had a dry spell for a year or two. I am happy to report that about a week ago, the first night that I found this forum, I had another lucid dream. I was on a snowy hill next to a sled that was little more than a piece of misshapen plastic the size of a small pizza box. Somehow causing it to convey me down the slope, I slid for a while until the path suddenly branched off in two directions, between which was a cliff, which I then went over. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of feet below me was a small town which I was rapidly plummeting toward. I had a brief feeling of overwhelming panic, as if I were going to explode with fear, and then as I realized that my life was over and there wasn't anything I could do about it, I became completely calm. This sudden shift between fear of death and acceptance of death felt strangely familiar, and I realized I had experienced it before. The only way I could have previously experienced a fatal fall, to my mind, was if I was dreaming, so I must be dreaming. The transition from fear to acceptance to lucidity happened in the briefest moment. It's been on my mind since. At any rate, once I realized I was dreaming I let myself gently drift down onto the street and woke up shortly after landing quite safely. Isn't it nice when you relize your nightmare isn't real.

[lost1]

its a good thing to realize that fear has no real power over us only the power we give it.