Sleep is, perhaps, one of the most confounding aspects of humanity, even to this very day. There is a host of theories as to why humans require sleep, as well as a similar variety of theories as to why sleep brings dreams. Some say that they are simulations - a means originally produced by the brain to help humans prepare for particular events they have yet to encounter in reality. Others say it is to de-stress the mind, to unravel the complicated webs of data collected through our senses throughout the day. Regardless of the specifics, I have always been a dreamer, and a vivid one at that. It's no surprise, then, that I one embarked on a journey to take control of my dreams: to learn the art of lucid dreaming.
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I kept my triggers in place and, despite the skepticism shed by those unbelievers I spent my days with, the lucid dreams became easier and more fulfilling. I could bring people into and force them out of my dreams. I could make dream cars to drive in or events to attend. Eventually, I could build cities and tear them down. It sounds absurd, it sounds like something straight out of Inception, but I can tell you, honestly and truthfully that these things are possible. I did so many things and experienced so much simply in the confines of my own head. I visited far-away placed I may never know in life. I saw animals and people much the same. It became lovely, it became amazing, and it became …show more content…
My chest was heavy. I had had an anxiety attack in my sleep.
Lucid dreaming is not an easy habit to break, and so the next few nights I attempted to regain my subconscious composure. I would build, I would create, I would study but, always, it would come back. It would appear, on a dark road, in a corner, in some far-off room. Even if I couldn't see it, I could feel it, and I knew when it was advancing on me. Always, it ended with my gasping for breath, my clutching futilely at its arms, my crying and my subduing.
The next few months were hell. I was addicted to sleeping, to lucid dreaming, and so I attempted to stave it off by never sleeping. There were times when I simply collapsed into slumber like a narcoleptic because I had gone four or five days without sleep. These, however, were dreamless sleeps - and I welcomed them when they took me. Months I spent like this, almost never sleeping at all, and eventually I lost my habits I had formed and I refused to remember the triggers that had made
It sounds pretentious to put …show more content…
I kept my triggers in place and, despite the skepticism shed by those unbelievers I spent my days with, the lucid dreams became easier and more fulfilling. I could bring people into and force them out of my dreams. I could make dream cars to drive in or events to attend. Eventually, I could build cities and tear them down. It sounds absurd, it sounds like something straight out of Inception, but I can tell you, honestly and truthfully that these things are possible. I did so many things and experienced so much simply in the confines of my own head. I visited far-away placed I may never know in life. I saw animals and people much the same. It became lovely, it became amazing, and it became …show more content…
My chest was heavy. I had had an anxiety attack in my sleep.
Lucid dreaming is not an easy habit to break, and so the next few nights I attempted to regain my subconscious composure. I would build, I would create, I would study but, always, it would come back. It would appear, on a dark road, in a corner, in some far-off room. Even if I couldn't see it, I could feel it, and I knew when it was advancing on me. Always, it ended with my gasping for breath, my clutching futilely at its arms, my crying and my subduing.
The next few months were hell. I was addicted to sleeping, to lucid dreaming, and so I attempted to stave it off by never sleeping. There were times when I simply collapsed into slumber like a narcoleptic because I had gone four or five days without sleep. These, however, were dreamless sleeps - and I welcomed them when they took me. Months I spent like this, almost never sleeping at all, and eventually I lost my habits I had formed and I refused to remember the triggers that had made