Three nights, meaningful life lessons, and an epic battle
Tonight, we look at three different nights that lead from one story to the next, and derive some valuable life lessons from them.
night of december 7th, 18
Myparents and I are in the usual holiday flat in Mittelberg that we always rented once or twice a year. We are staying here for a week, but now the week is already coming to an end, and to be honest, I’m not too happy about it; it felt so short.
Of course, the last week never happened, and memories of it were just planted in my mind.
At some point, they sit around my bed and talk to me. Suddenly, I get a flash of lucidity and a feeling that something is very wrong, but I can’t quite tell what it is. It’s like I don’t belong here, or I forgot something incredibly important.
Right away, I start screaming in rage and confusion, then I proceed to get up and walk somewhere to find out what it is. Behind me, I hear my mother call me crazy in exasperation, which hurts my feelings, yet I move on.
I find myself in a wooden building that isn’t quite finished yet. Lots of guards are scouring the place while I attempt to sneak through undetected, which didn’t go too well.
A fight breaks out immediately. My instincts tell me to, and successfully, I jump from wall to wall to gain altitude, then drop down on their heads with a quick, decisive kick, knocking out one after the other. Now I drop down to the ground, pick up a sword from one of the defeated guards, and begin fighting enemies with it.
One of the guards just blocks my attacks with ease, though, then casually gives me feedback on it like I wasn’t just trying to slice him in half. I incorporate his tips into my attack pattern, and right away, it improves, while the kind guard compliments me for it.
In the next area, I am looking for a legendary item, though don’t ask me for what, let alone why. There’s a girl and her partner who want to eat breakfast together. There just so happens to be a tavern nearby, which I try to inform them about, though they already knew about it.
Now, we are with a woman who is looking for someone. In our search, we try to find that person by ringing the bells of three different houses. One is the women’s house, where a high-pitched voice answers in a quick fashion. She isn’t after them, so I hang up. The second is the men’s house, where, as an answer, we receive loud heavy metal blasting through the intercom. I quite enjoy that, to be honest, and would really love to go there, but the dream ends here.
night of december 13th, 2018
Inside an ongoing dream, I gain semi-lucidity and go after some very attractive women. Yet right as I touch them, they turn into grotesque witches, old, deformed, and wrinkly all over.
I believe it meant that what I was doing was wrong, or not what’s good for me.
Right after that, it transitions into a scenario where there is a food scarcity, and people are starving all over the world. I am with my family among other people. My dad makes a proposition of how we could make more of the little food we have, for our tribe and for others, too. I am very eager to pursue that, not to mention that I shy away from eating more because it is important to do so now.
All of that made me very happy in a way; it filled me with purpose. I think that’s quite interesting how, in the end, I was happier to live a life of starvation and hard work than to have all the food and women I want. I believe that’s what that dream tried to tell me.
Patterns like this have been common over the years, where I chase a woman in my dreams, knowing it is a dream and can theoretically do whatever I want, yet my subconsciousness prevents it in some way.
As I got older, I discovered that in those dreams where I let the girl I’m interested in come to me, maybe ask her if she wants to be with me, rather than just trying to kiss her, are the ones where she doesn’t transform or disappear. A valuable lesson for life, that patience leads to better places than impulsiveness.
night of december 28th, 2018
For the last few months, I’ve had very dull dreams with not much lucidity happening. I had become very frustrated and depressed about it to the point where I resigned and accepted that my dreams are boring and there’s not much I can do about it.
Now, yesterday, before bed, I contemplated this for a while and had a very lucky realization: That dreams tie in directly with the mindset I practice. So even if I’m not lucid in them, being more positive about it in my waking life, believing things will be fine, that I have control, that my dreams will be amazing, will nudge it quite a lot in that direction.
Over the years, this has remained true that even in my non-lucid dreams, I now often hold a lot of control over the dream; a lot of power. Looking back, this progression over the years feels similar to levelling up in a video game.
It’s like, even when I’m not conscious and know I’m dreaming, the character that I am inside the dream has changed over the years from just an average pleb like one might be in the real world, to basically a god in this domain, who can fly, has superhuman strength, and even manipulate his environs.
Iam going to a school, one that I don‘t even go to in real life. The environment is very beautiful; a Japanese city leading to a more traditional part. There’s a fisher, or should I say a god among fishers. He fishes in extremely dangerous waters, trying to catch the monsters prowling them. Some try to kill him, but he evades them like a true master.
With fish monsters, I always feel like the main inspiration came from that one scene in Sword Art Online where they reel in this gigantic fish monster at the lake.
He catches me a magical rock that demands I hold it, always, so I throw it away immediately.
It doesn’t like that.
Around me, volcanoes start erupting and keep doing so for quite some time, while I have to dodge the fiery rocks crashing down on me.
Then, as the scene changes again, there he is. Garrosh Hellscream, the terrifying orc warchief from World of Warcraft, is once again trying to conquer the world. He stands atop a large pirate ship, anchored in the center of a beautiful harbor with paved stone streets and old-timey shops lining the walls. My horde pals and I want to take him down, but it’s obvious he is too strong for us, so I do something brilliant. I give him more power!
My plan works out to the point where his power attracts more forces who join us in the battle. Orcs, trolls, and tauren flood the streets and crash into Garrosh. Even Vol’jin and Sylvanas battle alongside us. The problem is just that Garrosh‘s power made him grow to a sturdy 8 meters in size, allowing him to quickly overwhelm all his attackers, including the reinforcements… well, they can‘t all be great ideas.
Almost a decade later, I still remember fragments of this vividly. An 8-meter Garrosh Hellscream on a large pirate ship is a sight you can’t easily forget… but I can’t remember if I was my real self here or my tauren death knight…