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[Lucid dream] The struggles of a dragon in dreams - Emerald Show
lemmy.emerald.showThis dream was sort of a hit-and-miss but still fun. Before sleep, I planned to
become a dragon. Nothing special but I wanted to relax and as a dragon I have
every opportunity in doing so! ---- It started with me dreaming about being on
holiday somewhere in Greece. I went back to my hotel after a long day and went
to sleep. Lightning struck, and it was so loud that I heard tinnitus from it. My
vision became blank. The last flash of existence I saw was a tsunami that wiped
all land as far my eyes could see for that split second. I was dead. I “woke
up”, strangely enough, still in the hotel room – it was in ruins. The sun was
shining, but the world was nothing like before. Once outside, there was another
human, a lot smaller than me. He told me that the world has seized to exist and
thousands of years later became re-inhabited by people like him, and that
somehow, I survived for thousands of years to make it into this brave new world.
Using a laser pointing device – rather out of place for the time period we
seemed to be in – he gave me a tour around the city, which looked rather
medieval. It was nice to see, but at some point, I gained awareness I was
dreaming. Realizing I wanted to change into a dragon I simply took a left turn
while he kept walking straight ahead. I kept taking turns making sure that I’d
lose him. The world had small pathways branching out in all directions, and even
though I did lose him out of sight, I could still hear his voice talking in the
background! It didn’t matter, though. I found a small house with an unlocked
front door and opened it. To my surprise, the first thing I saw, was a toilet
made of clay! It seemed embedded into the floor (also made of clay). “What the…
who puts a toilet here!” I thought, startled by the sight. The toilet itself was
non-functional, there was no way to flush, it was just a bunch of clay shaped
like an ordinary toilet, but in reality it was just a hole in the ground.
Remembering my goal, I had to be quick to go to a different world, to make sure
I wasn’t going to be found. When doing lucid dreaming stuff, I rather break up
the old dream first to make sure that the situation doesn’t escalate when things
don’t go the way the dream wants it to go. Armed with the memory of my original
scaly goal, I dived into the toilet head-first, sinking down deep in the crust
of the earth. Everything turned dark. It took a while, but once I got out, I was
in yet another completely new, unrecognizable world. But this one looked far
more futuristic – big, modern buildings, malls, yet with a tiny shred of
fantasy-vibe to it. People walking in all directions, being busy, yet everything
was sparkling clean. It was a true behemoth of urban utopia, genuinely happy but
busy people, commerce, and pride. While I rather not grow up in a world
encompassed by mass consumerism, this somehow felt “just right”. It was…
different. I’ve never been to this dimension in my life before and that’s what
made it more interesting. Looking to my left was a gigantic mall with a big LED
display showing an ad for a new kind of “healthy bubbly drinks” made of
vegetables. I wanted to try one, and was about to walk into the mall to buy such
drink, but then I saw something even more fascinating. Right ahead of me, was a
bench, but not a usual bench. Oh no, this was an attraction. Art mixed with
magic. I saw a female sitting on one side of the bench, and right next to the
female, another female who looked just like her sat in the exact same pose but
the opposite direction! There was a sign next to the bench, it read: Symmetry
bench ===== Meet your opposite self! “Oh my God that’s cool!” I yelled. The
female probably saw me, and demonstrated it even further by putting an arm
around her backwards self. The copy did the exact same thing. It was really cool
to see. When she walked away, the copy did so too, and vanished out of view.
Magical artifacts in this seemingly capitalist-heavy world is probably why it
gave such a good vibe for me. Encountering such a cool bench certainly helped to
put the smile on my face that I still have to the very moment of writing it down
right now in the waking world… I returned to the sign, and walked into the mall
underneath it. Sadly, right before entering, and seeing the shop that sold these
wonderful drinks, I was out. ---- There I was, laying in my bed. My sleeping
mask firmly fit over my eyes, preventing me to see anything. Disappointed that
the dream ended already, I sat up in my bed. I couldn’t even turn into a dragon!
I put off my sleeping mask and was about to get ready for the day. Except it
didn’t. The mask stayed firmly on my head. I even felt the band of the mask
still stuck on my head! “What the hell?”, I thought, trying it again. And yet,
it was still stuck even though I felt myself touching the band, and pulling it
off my head! “Sleep paralysis”, I thought. That’s the only explanation I had for
this. Sleep paralysis often goes hand in hand with very nasty hallucinations.
Being a lucid dreamer for 20 years, I am no stranger with sleep paralysis, and I
almost never have any issues with them. Normally, I just wait it out. I lay
down, take a breath, and keep trying to move until I actually wake up. But that
would never result in a new lucid dream. So now I was caught in a crossfire – am
I going to risk going into a full-blown nightmare by moving when I really can’t,
or am I going to play it safe, and wait it out? I decided to go the scary route,
and began to do the very thing I always advised myself never to do: move.
Getting up from my bed was seemingly impossible, but I kept pushing. While
pushing the slightest hint of fear with each step I took to my window to the
back of my mind, I managed to make it. As I climbed up, I turned in the dragon,
jumped out, and flew away. I landed somewhere just outside my house. I made it!
With a sense of relief flowing over me, I tried to fly again, but no matter how
hard I tried, nothing worked. I tried again and again, but nothing seemed to get
me off the ground. I looked down at myself, seeing thick red scaly arms and
legs. “Still a dragon”, I said softly to myself. “Why do I have so much trouble
today?” I tried flying faster than the speed of sound (something the dragon body
can do) and that too didn’t work. Time to find a higher point. I went into my
grandpas house which is right across the street. Once inside a bunch of children
ran after me. Annoyed and with every muscle in this strong body I pushed the
door closed as the children kept trying to barge in, and the children were left
outside. “What are those kids doing here?!” my grandpa screamed from the living
room. Apparently, he was awake. “I have no idea, just ignore it!”, I yelled back
at my grandpa. He seemed not disturbed by the fact that his grandson is now a
larger red dragon. I went into his backyard and climbed up the shed. “You sure
this will work?”, my grandpa asked, who was now down in the garden as well. “I
don’t see why not”, I replied, standing on the edge. I jumped and spread my
arms, and flew away in circles, yelling “weeeeh it works!!” But the fun quickly
ended as I landed back in his garden! Just as I was about to climb back on his
shed, 2 children climbed down, resulting in an annoyed expression on my face.
One child was bigger and older than the other. The other was so young that he
just was able to talk. “What is it…” I said, followed by a big sigh, knowing
full well that I couldn’t avoid these children this time. “We are your biggest
fan!”, the bigger child exclaimed. “You are the coolest dragon!”. While I was
praised, the younger child jumped happily around me, clearly happy to see me. I
have never seen these kids before, not even in other dreams. How did they know
me? The older kid took a mug out of a backpack and held it in front of me. He
also grabbed a sharpie and asked if I could sign the mug for him. “Uhm, sure”, I
said as I stared at the blank mug and held the sharpie in my claw. “Shit I don’t
have a signature as a dragon!” I thought. Quickly, I came up with some circle
that had a curl inside. I gave the mug and the sharpie to the child and was
about to climb back up the shed when the younger child began jumping around me
with another mug in his 2 hands. “My little brother wants one too!”, the older
child exclaimed. “Oh my god this never ends”, I thought with a sigh. I took his
mug as well, and got nervous… “Shit I forgot what I drew on the first mug!”, I
thought. Luckily, the older child still held his mug in his hand and with a
quick glance, I was able to replicate the signature on the mug of the younger
child. With that, I returned the sharpie and the mug and climbed up, this time
for real. The younger child screamed from below. “If I scratch at the mug, the
signature goes away!”, he was about to cry. “Then stop scratching at it!!” I
screamed, fully frustrated now, and that’s when I woke up, this time, not in
strange worlds, and no sleep paralysis! ----- While the dream ended quite
frustrating, I didn’t feel like that at all, it was fun, and enjoyable. I didn’t
think I had fans in the dream space!
All my dreams, and even waking thoughts of myself, I see my fursona. Or rather, my fursona is just the way I see myself since I've seen myself this way even before I knew what "furry" was.
That's pretty cool, and I think that makes your fursona very personal and meaningful to you!