posted on Jan, 3 2009 @ 02:04 AM
Though I've had vivid lucid dreams in the past, I lost the ability sometime after puberty hit. Ever since, I find that the only way in which I can
tell dreams from reality is by the bland continuity of day-to-day life. Dreams are so unpredictable, but reality is more like an abstract
I only post to bring to light one interesting aspect of my dreaming which may or may not be shared by others here. In most, but not all, of my
dreams, I am so thoroughly involved in the dream that I have distinct memories and knowledge of who I am, where I am, etc. Its not as though I
"wake" to find myself in a strange place wandering about; I always have a reason, and can remember years into the past of my dream self. Once I was
a father, more often a soldier, and sometimes a monster; each dream, though bearing no vague semblence to my waking life, carried with it enough
detail of mind and memory to take from me the ability to rationalize the fact that I was not actually awake. Hence lucid dreaming has become an
improbability at this point.
As a side note, though it doesn't have much to do with lucid dreaming, roughly one-third of my dreams involve nothing to do with reality; colours,
shapes, and worlds of alien nature do, at random, take possession of my sleeping mind, and I find myself a witless wanderer through nightmare vistas
of great intrigue. While this may not interest most, as everybody has strange dreams from time to time, it should be noted that the sheer detail of
the dreams, as well as their content, began at the early age of twelve for no discernable reason, which is contrary to psychology's theories on
dreaming. I mention this to drive home a point which should be made to any who seek what twisted answers dreams, lucid or otherwise, offer the
dreamer; to thine own self be true. No scholar, friend, lover, or foe can tell you what secrets your dreams hold, though they may help you find your
way. The person who seeks to know the art of dreaming requires only infinite patience for one's self and a driven, yet open, mind.
As for the whole out of body thing, I accidentally did it once. When I was younger and didn't know anything about metaphysics, some fool friend of
mine thought it would be a good idea to teach me how to meditate over a drink. The next thing I know, I'm looking at the Weave. Point is, out of
body experiences are ill-advised at best, and shouldn't be attempted without rigorous mental training; its not a toy, and should be treated more like
a gun than anything else.
I have more to say, but as I could speak aimlessly with no proof that I am speaking from experience, nor a single shred of evidence beyond the
personal testimony of myself and others, I will be silent. After all, my own dreams await.