 Originally Posted by 1234567
Hey Sageous, I have another question: What was your most vivid lucid dream, and how did it compare to waking life, in terms of the involvement of your senses (as well as emotions)?
Sorry for the delay in responding, 123; Christmas sort of got in the way. It did give me some time to think about an answer, though, and how difficult to impossible it'll be to give you one.
This is because these days my most vivid, and most treasured, LD's have very little to do with my waking-life senses -- I never even have a DC body in full-on LD's anymore, so senses wouldn't make much, um, sense. They have to do with an intensity of energy, emotion, and spiritual input that literally transcends waking life experience (and I hope one day, known human experience itself). The trouble with all that is the best descriptions of the dreams I can come up with are things like "floating in blackness," "feeling my spiritual essence drift among swirling gray vapor," or maybe "drifting gently over an endless purple plain, facing the avatars of my body, mind and spirit (which I haven't completely managed yet, as far as I know)." I imagine that none of those would seem too terribly vivid to you! But trust me, they were, though I lack the words and metaphor to describe them well, if at all -- even to myself. So, though I know in my heart they were far more awesome than any human experiences I've had, there are simply no verbal tools for comparison available. I know all that sounds like a very lame cop-out, but it is the truth. I guess for me vividness in the classic sense is just not that important. I might be confused, and perhaps wrong, about this, but it's the way I am!
But since I do understand what you're looking for, and to prove that I'm not totally insane here, let me share a few choice snippets from some very vivid LD's from my past, which I hope will make more sense (bear with me, this might take a minute):
* First, amazing-technicolor-out of this world-vivid: I was at a lowish-level of lucidity, exploring a house that I knew belonged to someone very important, but I had no idea who or why he mattered. I was traveling with a young woman, a stranger, who had a habit of pulling me away from the rooms I wanted to visit. Suddenly she panicked violently, and tore herself from my grip saying, "It's coming! It's coming!" She left the room, leaving me alone to defend the fifty or so refugee-like people crowding it. And old man nearby leaned my way (he smelled awful), and told me with rancid breath: "The 6:59's comin' through real soon." I knew that 6:59 was the time my waking-life commuter train arrived every morning, and I knew something real bad was going to happen to these people -- I also knew it was my dream, and that I could do something about it. So I did (here comes the vivid part):
About one second after I realized what was to happen, the whole place began to shake violently, and I was deafened by the thunder of the approaching train. The refugees scattered, leaving room for a giant freight engine (blue with yellow trim) that crashed in through a nearby wall, moving at a good 30 mph. I smiled and jumped towards its nearest access ladder and held on tight. Its metal rungs were the coldest things I had ever felt, and the wind and noise were impossibly strong, but I held on, because I simultaneously knew this was a dream and that this train deeply threatened many people. Without effort I planted my feet back on the floor, and with a gesture flipped the engine over my shoulder and out of the house. The noise, smells, and sheer sense of mass from the train were something you really had to be there to appreciate, but definitely at the tops of my vivid scale! Also, this was as real as anything in waking life that I've ever experienced. (When I was next on my waking life train station platform, I did reach out and touch the train engine as it passed, and it just wasn't the same )
* In the "Holy Shit This can't be happening" category: Many years ago I was in the midst of a strong lucid dream. I had been working to leave the scene I was in for another I had planned, so the scenery had faded and I was on a rocky, tundra-like plain, struggling to concentrate. Suddenly a man appeared a few paces away from me. He was dressed in black, had no face, and held a very large sci-fi-like rifle. Without pause he aimed at me and fired. As he did so, I reminded myself that this was just a dream, and he couldn't hurt me. That went well.
Nothing came out of the gun that I could see, but I felt an odd pressure in my feet (in those days I still had a DC body). I looked down at them, and watched incredulously as they dissolved to dust. Then came the pain (and the "vividness" qualifier for this dream). Try to imagine what it would feel like if your body were aggressively ground to dust, from your toes on up; well, that's exactly what I did, and the pain I felt was right up to expectation -- so was the image of my body disassembling while I watched. I kept track of the attack until my chest joined the dust cloud, then closed my eyes to fight off the inevitable by attempting to actively ignore it. But I had already given in to the pain, and knew I had no time to erase the dream, or this image. When I felt my chest suddenly loosen to nothingness, I was sure I would die. Talk about vivid!
Finally, I felt nothing, and was sure my dream body was dead. There were no bright lights, no tunnels, no dead relatives, for those who are curious; just a very unfriendly emptiness that threatened to absorb my consciousness into it. From that I reflexively experienced a very high level of lucidity, and was able to simply decided that dead was not cool, and something had to be done. Unable to wake up or think of anything better or different, I breathlessly (literally) focused my attention on being alive, and began reforming my dream body, from head to toes. I opened my eyes when I had them again, and watched the action. Repairs were much less painful, and I was able to wake up shortly after (I stayed awake for at least one full day after that one). Though I haven't died horrifically yet in waking life (duh), I have a feeling that this experience felt as real as anything reality could throw at me, and the emotion it drew from me (mostly fear and a sense of powerlessness and loss) were the strongest I've ever felt in those categories, awake or asleep.
* Finally, the feel-good dream of the year: I won't go into detail on this one, but I once had a medium level LD in which I spent at least an hour wandering what I decided was a Dreaming Bazaar, packed with booths stocked high with magical, arcane, scientific, artistic, and just-plain-beyond-imagination dreaming paraphernalia. All my senses were on full alert, including taste and touch, which made the food court very interesting. I wanted to bring everything home with me, and began to lament that I would fail if I tried (tho I did try later, BTW ). When I paused I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned and saw that it was my father, who had died two years earlier. Beside him was my mother, who we lost over 20 years before that. Both appeared to me as they looked shortly after they were married, which was obviously long before any living memory I had of them. They were holding hands and both smiling broadly. My eyes blurred with tears both at seeing them and knowing, for the first time in a dream, that they were both dead but here visiting anyway (normally when I dream of my parents I fail --refuse, maybe -- to remember that they are dead). We chatted for a time, had hugs all around, and then they turned and walked into the crowd of the Bazaar's midway. I stood for a moment, weak-kneed, and then continued my wandering, lucidity diminished but emotions increased. I didn't get to take away any "dream stuff" from this dream, but maybe I got something even more real!
So that's what I got...sorry if I disappointed!
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