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Conscious dreaming

Permalink 06/05/07 at 07:10:48 pm, by Ed, 179 words   English (US)
Categories: General

In reference to the previous post, there was one very important point that I forgot to mention.

While I was dreaming, I eventually became conscious of my dreaming. I was aware that I was dreaming, except I had no sensory input. I was aware of the fact that I was laying in bed, but I was also dreaming, and had no feeling of where I knew my hands were. I was experiencing the dream, as though I were imagining it, only I had no conscious control over what I was doing. My subconscious was directly communicating with me at that point, showing me my dream. A very strange experience.

Unfortunately, this confirms that I cannot consciously control my dreams, as I have often tried to do. I have, in the past, asked myself, "Am I dreaming?" whenever I thought of it, so that if I ever happened to be dreaming at the time, I would realize this, and could do things I would never do in real life. How unfortunate that I cannot. An interesting thing to experience, nonetheless.

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