My perfect lucid dream, as I would write it, which I’ll hopefully have someday.
I realized I was lucid, and I smiled brilliantly and clapped my hands together to see where it would take me. Suddenly, I was just inside the entrance of a large shrine or hall filled with Indian art. All around me were golden statues of Hindu deities and large paintings and tapestries lining the walls. It was simple, but elegant. As I soaked in the aura around me, a voice suddenly called me forward with a chuckle.
“You know why you are here?” he said with a huge grin, as I saw him step forward.
He was an aging man, but his face was filled with youth and mirth, as if he hadn’t seen a human being in decades. I nodded and smiled back. I started to open my mouth, but he stopped me.
“You don’t need to say anything. I already know what you’re going to say.”
And so we just stood there, in the middle of this cavern-like room, with me silently asking all of my deepest questions and seeing all of them answered by the space between us. It seemed to last an eternity. I kept probing deeper and deeper into myself for conflicts, problems, anything at all I might have thought was impossible to solve or move beyond, and all of them were solved perfectly. It was utterly amazing. And all the while I thought, “So, this is what my subconscious is capable of with a little aid from my conscious mind?!”
Each time I had an epiphany, the room seemed to swirl in a strange way. The statues would start dancing, and the figures in the paintings would glance at me with approval. Then, after the exhilaration wore off and I calmed down each time, the world went back on its axis and the room returned to its resting state.
I had a moment where I was anxious that I was going to wake up, because I didn’t want to leave. But the old man reassured me that everything would be okay when I left, and not to worry. And something in his voice and his gaze really convinced me that this was so. He also said though that he wanted me to stay longer, because he was really enjoying my company. I told him that I was enjoying his too, but without words–he kind of knew already.
At this point, we sat down, and these beautiful ghost-like female spirits appeared around us. They were very pretty, but I didn’t feel lust towards them as much as an increased sense of intimacy between myself and the dream environment. And we just sat in a circle, and this orb of light appeared. And we took turns manipulating the color and shape of it into animals, insects, plants, people, mountains, etc. The colors were very vivid…I had never seen a tree or person like that in real life, but I’d have to take a closer look when I woke up.
After what seemed like hours of doing this, one of the spirits started massaging my arms and shoulders. As I got more relaxed, my body transformed into a Silly Putty-like substance, except colorful and radiant–the more lucid I got, the more my body shimmered. My body began melting and dripping and rippling like a chocolate fondue fountain. Then, I was looking down at this pool of shimmering silver liquid, which used to be my body. And I still had a perspective which I saw from, but there was no body when I looked down, up, in front, or behind “me”.
I just rested there for a while, and then I woke up. For the rest of the day IRL, I was very calm and relaxed, and it seemed like nothing could get me down. I had an immense urge to do and say nice things every person I came across, and I was smiling constantly. If someone asked why, I knew I couldn’t explain the dream, so I just said, “I’m in a good mood.”