Shadowfiend23 @ Wrocław

I genuinely feel that lucid dreams are important – for me and for everyone – because I think that having pleasant, empowering dreams will lead one to feel more confident in waking life. While this is just speculation (not to say anyone about the correlation/causation issue…), it is my own experience that I am happier after having had lucid dreams, especially those where I accomplished a monumental, useful task. Prepare to hear about just that kind of dream:

When the dream began, I was standing in the middle of a suburban cul-de-sac near the end of the afternoon. There was a row of white houses with white picket fences – it was simple americana at its finest. I spent what felt like hours wandering around the neighborhood, feeling like an obsolete machine, unwanted by all. Feeling alone even though I was surrounded by kids at play and adults spending a quiet evening on their porch, enjoying ice tea while talking about their day (honestly, I remember those details, I’m not embellishing here).

Just when the sun started to set, I saw a blinding flash emanating from behind me. I whipped around just in time to watch a mushroom cloud grow on the horizon! Shock waves rolled outward, galloping forward towards the quiet neighborhood I had landed in hours before. Just before the shock waves reached me, I held out my arm and squinted my eyes shut, wishing for time to freeze so I could react – so I could do anything! Being a dream, it worked perfectly!

After freezing time, I walked around the neighborhood and took in my surroundings at length. But now something was different; this time, I knew that I had a purpose. I was here to save these innocent people. What else could I do?

I closed my eyes and willed myself back in time, back to when I landed in the cul-de-sac in the first place. I opened my eyes, and there I was! Back in the afternoon, back when the neighborhood was intact! I contemplated leaving the area all together and forsaking the citizens, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did that.

To make a long story short, I failed again at stopping the explosion. I made it to the detonation site, but I was unable to pinpoint the bomb’s location/origin. So I did it all over again. Then I failed again. And tried again. Over. And. Over.

All in all, I believe I went through the dream three or four times. Maybe more, I’m not sure. I could describe each attempt at length, but that might be a little too boring for readers. Suffice it to say that I did eventually find the bomb and the terrorists who were trying to detonate it.

I realized at the end of the dream that I could only close the time loop with a Donnie Darko gambit – I needed to sacrifice myself to save everyone else. So I barged into the room with the bomb and froze time just as the terrorists were putting my head squarely in their sights. I started screaming, and my eyes began to pour forth yellow light like tiny lighthouses. I held out my arms and slowly brought my hands together into a ball – I was using telekinetic powers to pull the bomb, the terrorists, and myself into the rip in space/time I had caused by jumping back in time. The dream ended with my vision being clouded with a sea of shimmering white and yellow. I had died. But I was dying happily, knowing that I had saved countless others.