Thank God That Was Just a Dream

I have had lucid dreams very often since early childhood. Two have left an impression on me more than others. In the first, I remember I tried to bring something back because my sister did not believe me when I told her I could wake up in my dreams, and that I could do pretty much anything that I wanted (mostly I would fly). But I could also touch and feel things and transform objects, so she told me to bring a diamond back (lol!). So in this dream I went on a quest looking for a diamond, but all I could find was stones, and I could not turn the stones into diamonds. However, I thought a stone was better than nothing, so I picked up the most beautiful stone I could find (it had a blueish glow to it). I felt the rush of awakening happen so I held on to it as tightly as I could, then I a blacked out and when I woke up I had a horrible pain in my arm. It was a painful and fuzzy feeling. I knew at that moment that I could not bring things back and that I should probably never try again (and I never did). It was funny because I knew before it happened that I was most surly not going to be able to bring something back, but I remember during the dream I had the feeling that it was so important for me to do this. (I was around 7yrs old.)

In the second dream that left an impression on me, I was older, I was 14. My sister and I were at a party, dancing, when all of a sudden, she started pointing and laughing at me. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, ‘Look at yourself – you’re naked!’ (I was.) I franticly looked for a place to hide while telling her to be quiet. But she wouldn't stop laughing and people started looking at me. I looked around in despair for a place to hide, when I saw the DJ’s cabin and I knew that it was the only place to go. But the cabin was on the other side of the room and everyone would see me running naked, (and my sister still wouldn't stop laughing) so I knelt down on the floor trying to cover myself with my arms, my head was down and I closed my eye's. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was the DJ and I was in his cabin. He smiled at me and told me everything was going to be OK and that's when I woke up in the dream. Me being naked was impossible, me transporting to the DJ’s cabin was also impossible - this had to be a dream!

I imagined I had on the most beautiful dress, and I stepped out of the cabin. My sister was astonished and asked me how I did that. I told her that we were in my dream and that I could do whatever I wanted. She told me to prove it to her, so I started doing different things like elevating objects, changing clothes, flying, transporting to different areas of the place, I made the music change and stop, I did whatever I wanted.

Then the weirdness began. I started to get bored and wanted go out to test things outside to see up to what limits I could do things (I mostly wanted to show off, but I was also curious). But there were people stopping me from going out. Then my sister came running after me and begged me to go with her.

She brought me downstairs to a white place where the toilets were. She told me that I was insane and that I was not in a dream, I was really naked and that she brought me some clothes to put on. I told her I didn't need them and that it was a dream, but she kept trying to convince me otherwise. The more she told me this, the more I started to think it was possible. I then realised that I could actually do fewer things, but I still didn't totally believe her. Then she looked at me with stern scary eye's and said, ‘This is your last chance. Admit you are not in a dream and put these clothes on!’

Wow! (she scared me) and at that moment I knew this was not a joke and that I had to do what she said. I felt if I didn’t, I would stay trapped in my dream). So, I took the clothes and went into the toilet and put them on. Then I sat on the floor and started crying. I didn't want to get out anymore because I knew this was not my sister and she scared me. But she started knocking on the door and told me that I needed to get out because we needed to go home.

Meanwhile, I was thinking, wake up wake up, in the back of my mind but nothing happened. Then I though I’d better do what she said and force myself to believe it is not a dream. So I started saying, ‘It's not a dream; I am crazy, it's not a dream, it's not a dream.’ Then finally I got up, opened the door, and that's when I got shot back into reality. My body sat up in the bed and I was shaking. My heart was beating so fast I was sweating and I was in shock at what had just happened. I looked over and saw my sister sleeping in her bed and I thought, ‘Thank God that was just a dream.’

I never talked about these dreams to anyone after that. I didn't want people saying I was crazy and I think I eventually made myself believe it was all a part of the dream - even the awakening part. I stopped this intense lucid dreaming as I grew older, though still from time to time I woke and thought I must be in a dream, but my subconsciousness always woke me up right then. I'll have to work on my abilities if I want to have lucid dreams again.