Hello,
I'm Rhys Jones,
And welcome to this Lucid Dream Incubation Recording.
What follows is a lucid dreaming story,
Influenced by one of my own lucid dreams.
It can either be listened to for fun,
Or with the intent to sow seeds,
For a lucid dream later on in the night.
If you're listening just for fun,
Then you are,
Of course,
Free to put this on at any time during the day or night.
However,
If you decide to listen with the intent to incubate a lucid dream,
Then we recommend listening to it,
Either just before getting into bed,
Or whilst falling to sleep.
So,
I'll now give you a moment to decide how you want to proceed.
If you decide to put this on whilst you're falling to sleep,
Then use this time now to prepare for that.
Turn off your lights,
Draw your curtains,
Get into bed,
And do whatever else you need,
In order to feel fully settled.
When my voice returns in a moment,
The lucid dream incubation will begin.
You come to,
In a space not too dissimilar from the one you fell asleep in.
Lucid from the outset,
You feel no body yet,
Just a locus of awareness,
And as you hone that awareness,
You begin to move it around the room,
Analyzing your surroundings.
It's your bedroom,
You think,
Or at least,
Close to it.
In the bedroom are all the things you'd expect to see,
The walls,
The furniture,
The bed,
And so on.
Yet,
There's something different about it.
It's as if you've somehow stepped into a different layer of your bedroom,
The behind-the-scenes section of reality,
As it were.
Everything has a shimmer to it here,
A shimmer that leaves you humbled and awestruck.
Still lucid and now grounded within the scene,
You take on the form of a human body.
You feel like yourself again now,
Your waking self,
That is.
You have a head and a torso,
Hands and feet,
And as you check yourself over,
You feel your lucidity rising.
Memories from your waking life come flooding back to you,
And memories of what you planned for your next lucid dream return too.
I wanted to visit an alternate dimension,
You think,
A crystalline dimension.
With that remembrance,
The scene around you dissolves.
A new scene.
You're not in your bedroom anymore,
That's for sure.
Instead,
You're surrounded by many shades of white,
Glistening,
Sparkling shades of white.
This is the crystalline dimension,
Says a voice,
Emanating from above you,
As if from the dream itself.
You are now outside of time.
You look up and see huge arches towering above you,
Similar to what you've seen in prior lucid dreams,
But this time the arches are made of ice.
That,
Or the previous structure is now frozen.
You're not quite sure.
As you ponder this,
Looking over the details of the icicles,
The scene dissolves again.
And now,
You're back in your bedroom.
You seem to have very little control over these shifting scenes,
As is often the case in a lucid dream.
You remind yourself that,
Just because you know you're dreaming,
That doesn't mean you're necessarily in full control.
And so,
Accepting the scene transition for what it is,
You stroll around your bedroom,
Looking at the items that are dotted around it.
On your bedside cabinet,
You find a curious-looking photo,
Shimmering in the light.
You pick it up and look it over,
Realizing that it's a photo of the crystalline dimension.
In fact,
It's the exact location you were just in.
And so,
Just like that,
With a flash,
You're back there again,
The bedroom dissolving and the crystalline dimension rising up majestically in its place.
This time,
You're keen to stay here for a while.
In an attempt to keep the location locked,
You begin to immerse your senses in the crystalline dimension.
You touch the crystalline floor.
You look up at the crystalline arches.
You listen to the creaks of the crystalline wall shifting behind you.
One creak is particularly loud and catches your attention.
You look over your shoulder and try to locate its source.
A door is opening in the wall.
Gathering resources is all you ever do,
But this can change,
Says a voice from within the wall.
Curiosity peaked.
You approach.
Inside the crystalline wall is what looks like a marketplace,
A bustling series of stalls and vendors.
The dream characters look interesting here.
They're dressed exquisitely and are interacting with each other in horrid and excited ways.
Remember you're dreaming.
You say out loud,
Preparing yourself for the inevitable shenanigans that ensue whenever dream characters are around.
And just like clockwork,
One comes up to you.
Are you thinking of moving?
He asks.
We'd love to have you here.
Ignoring the previous dream character,
You now approach a stall.
Out of all the different offerings,
This one stands out to you.
On the table are an array of crystals,
Once solid but now powdered,
All lined up in bowls.
Purple powder,
Light blue powder,
Deep green powder.
You wonder what they are.
Please take a sample,
Says the dream character behind the stall,
Gesturing towards the bowls.
Each one leads to a different room.
You reach out for the green one,
And before you can even touch it,
You're transported with a whoosh.
In this new place,
You meet the crystalline beings.
They seem to recognize you and you them.
Not quite physical,
Not quite metaphysical.
Their presence is hard to explain.
They seem to exist more as a thought than anything else.
A dream within a dream.
A character inside your own character.
An internal projection.
You sense that they want to return with you to the waking world,
But you're not quite sure how this could happen,
And you feel unable to even ask.
The only thing you feel sure of is that this dream is a few layers deep.
You're still lucid dreaming,
Sure,
You're still inside of yourself.
But you've become so small now that you have,
In a sense,
Popped out the other side.
It's nice here on this side,
And you've learned much from the crystalline beings.
Through silence,
They've shared their wisdom.
Through the void,
They've imparted knowledge of other worlds,
Other ways of existing.
But none of it's tangible in the way you'd hoped.
You can't voice this wisdom or conceive of it in any way that makes logical sense.
But that's okay,
You've come to terms with this now.
Here,
In the crystalline realm,
All is flux.
Wisdom is real,
But not solid.
And when you later awaken,
The wisdom will not transfer effectively.
You will be you again,
And they will be them.
But for now,
You feel unified.
Unified in their all-pervading presence.
Comfortable in the understanding that this feeling will not last.
If you listened to this lucid dreaming story just for fun,
I hope you enjoyed it.
And if you listened for induction purposes,
Then I hope this parting message now finds you relaxed and drifting.
Your lucid dreaming seeds have been sown.
Your mind has been primed,
And you are ready for sleep.
And so,
With that,
I draw this session to a close.
Remember,
You are a lucid dreamer.
Happy dreaming.
