Dream of Me

That is the last time I will ever try to lucid dream.

I was in my bed, I had this youtube video on lucid dreaming on - the ones with the astral music, some number of Hartz and a form of beats in the title.

I remember putting it on and keeping it on my chest and I laid my body completely still with my arms next to my sides. With my legs slightly kept apart and toes curled, I started the video and focused on only achieving that state of mind.

The next thing I knew, I woke up with beats of sweat on my forehead. I could feel sweat running down my knees and at the back of my thighs. I kept my phone to my left and turned on to my side. I wasn't sure what I had seen. When I saw the video, I had been in whatever state that was for about 45 minutes before I had woken up. My mouth felt dry and my throat was begging for water but my body would not move anymore.

My body was tired.

My mind was halted and racing at the same time.

I couldn't fathom what I saw. The memory that lay installed at the back of my mind was as close to me as the sun was to the moon. The memory is as vivid as the sun would be if you were looking at the full moon - reflected. More of a reflection of my state of awakening, of how I had felt. The anxiety I had. What I do remember is this.

I remember feeling and hearing one thing inside my own mind and it was to wake up. The more I tried to think however, the pieces came to me as punches would to a ghost. I remember a conversation with a man or a being, telling me a story - or was it a warning? A blessing? Instructions? I couldn't tell. I remember it was terrifying being in their presence but at the same time I could feel that this being was in no way someone who would harm me in that moment.

They were telling me something. Whispering details of an event to come, or an event that has happened or was happening. Their speech was garbled, their voice was rough but soothing - like a river that would give you food on a bountiful day. But the story they told, the tellings of an old man, I know they scared me. I know that I had to get out of there. I know they told me to run - to wake up.

Even telling you this feels wrong, as though someone is going to come up behind me and strike me. Like they would blind me, take me away - forever to be forgotten. But I know I need to tell you this before this is too late. Before wherever that man, being or entity is, that I share this experience with you. 

And now that I have, I need you to wake up. 

Wake up.