Lucid Dreaming Trouble
Bit of background first, I try to lucid dream most nights and I keep a dream journal to both keep track of all my dreams and to enhance future ones.
The dream started like this - I was trying to enter my mom's number into a phone, but no matter how many times I tried, it just wouldn’t work right. The phone seemed to flicker with an unearthly light, the numbers shifting and dancing like an enchantment gone awry.
Frustration grew, and I paused, a whisper of doubt crossing my mind. Almost like I was being possessed by another dreamer.
Suddenly, I found myself in a moonlit forest. An altar stood before me, candles flickering with an otherworldly flame. The air was charged with the presence of something powerful, and I realized I was not alone. Shadows danced around me, figures with glowing eyes watching from the darkness.
A voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "You are at the threshold of power, but you turn away." It was then I realized I had stopped myself from dreaming, from embracing the full potential of the dream. I noticed demons lurking at the edges of my vision who seemed to mock me, their laughter mingling with the rustling leaves.
The realization hit me hard, and I woke up with a start, sweating. I had been so close to unlocking something profound, only to let it slip away. Lucid dreaming, and indeed all dreaming, is a sacred journey, a realm where we can tap into hidden truths and unlock the vast reservoirs of our imaginations. I keep asking myself today why I failed to harness the transformative power of my own subconscious last night and was so frightened I had to stop myself.
The dream started like this - I was trying to enter my mom's number into a phone, but no matter how many times I tried, it just wouldn’t work right. The phone seemed to flicker with an unearthly light, the numbers shifting and dancing like an enchantment gone awry.
Frustration grew, and I paused, a whisper of doubt crossing my mind. Almost like I was being possessed by another dreamer.
Suddenly, I found myself in a moonlit forest. An altar stood before me, candles flickering with an otherworldly flame. The air was charged with the presence of something powerful, and I realized I was not alone. Shadows danced around me, figures with glowing eyes watching from the darkness.
A voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "You are at the threshold of power, but you turn away." It was then I realized I had stopped myself from dreaming, from embracing the full potential of the dream. I noticed demons lurking at the edges of my vision who seemed to mock me, their laughter mingling with the rustling leaves.
The realization hit me hard, and I woke up with a start, sweating. I had been so close to unlocking something profound, only to let it slip away. Lucid dreaming, and indeed all dreaming, is a sacred journey, a realm where we can tap into hidden truths and unlock the vast reservoirs of our imaginations. I keep asking myself today why I failed to harness the transformative power of my own subconscious last night and was so frightened I had to stop myself.