Becoming Creativity

Dream of the Week: Becoming Creativity

⚡️I am practicing techniques for a Waking Induced Lucid Dream (WILD) and with full awareness, I start to see a tiny triangle "window" emerge in which I can see an old man sitting inside. I feel the sensation of being drawn into the dream and get pulled fully inside.

Lucid and in successfully in the dream, I'm now in an expansive room made of wood with the old man sitting before me. He has a white beard and his scale is about 3x larger than a normal human giving him a god-like quality - though his vibe doesn't come across that way. We are about to start a conversation when I tell him to hold on for one moment. Very clearly recalling my inspiration from Robert Waggoner and my goal to "Become Creativity", I tell him, "Stay right here. I want to go talk to the dream first and then I'll come back and talk to you."

I walk by him and over to an even larger open area that has two small steps down that span the entire space. Everything is made of wooden slats and I stand in the center. The spot where I stand makes it feel like I am center stage. I look up and see glass roof above me with a night sky beyond. The appearance of the environment looks like a huge wooden ship potentially floating through space.

I put my arms out to my side, look up and shout my request, "I wish to become pure creativity!" My voice is booming - only... I don't really get it out. Like someone who has lost their voice, I only manage to actually speak a subset of the words, the rest are strangely muted. The ship seems to have started moving and seems to be hurling through space as evidenced by the cosmic stars and objects that I can see from the glass ceiling above.

I try again. "I wish to become pure creativity!" I struggle with my voice again. The ship continues to move in the same way - but suddenly, a huge purple glitter snowflake (like a Christmas ornament) crashes down through the glass ceiling and remains wedged between the glass and the wood of the ship above me. I am lifted up in the air just barely above the ground by an unknown force for just a teeny moment and then I am back on my feet again. I feel a quick surge of energy that ends fast. Standing there, I consider the snowflake for a moment. I'm perplexed and mostly unsatisfied with the dream’s response.

I rub my hands together and recall the old man. I walk back away from steps of the main open hall and see him in a different location - in the corner of the ship near a pole near a galley kitchen. He is now at regular human scale and is much younger without the beard. Although he looks different, I seem to understand that he is the same person. We hug, but he responds with hesitation and I wake up.

Note: I had a few nights this week where I had no recall and I panicked! I can laugh about it now. If you have low recall don’t worry, you’ll get there. And dips won’t ever mean it’s over.

Weekly Stats: 15 Dreams (2 Lucid)