Patricia – Wow you are asking such important questions, and I will tell you what I understand so far.
“….the importance of not being scared when facing death or danger in dreams, which I thought it was near to impossible specially cause we don't know that we're dreaming.”
That brings up a very important point, one that we often fail to appreciate. The point is that we are in all ways a dual being, but we seldom realise it. So apart from the other dualities such as male and female, sleeping and waking, life and death, there is also conscious and unconscious. The important thing is that they are not separate but constantly interacting. So you do not need to know you are dreaming to influence your dreams; because your conscious thoughts and intentions change the inner world of your dreams.
Tests by researchers show that we can extend our range of behaviour in our dreams by becoming aware of habitual patterns expressed in them. For instance, if you are habitually passive in your dreams, becoming aware of this and deciding to express more fully in dreams and waking, changes the habit.
I found that the dream creator needs help often because it needs our focussed attention to make changes, because many of our habits are not life enhancing, and consciously recognising them and changing them brings rich rewards. So consciousness and our dream creator work together and are mutually helpful. So holding in mind and even visualising facing death and danger can really work.
“By reading your articles and your interpretations I had the idea that we could reach to a point where we could always be aware of being dreaming and then control our dreams or do whatever we want, which I -dreamed about-, I wanted to get there.”
Yes, we can ultimately become able to be conscious all the time in our dreams, but that is a long way off for me and most of us. But you are mixing up being lucid in ones dreams and controlling them. Why should you wish to control your dreams, for they are full of useful and transforming information?
Here is a real lucid dream - In my dream I was watching a fern grow. It was small but opened very rapidly. As I watched I became aware that the fern was an image representing a process occurring within myself, one I grew increasingly aware of as I watched. Then I was fully awake in my dream and realised that my dream, perhaps any dream, was an expression in images of actual events occurring unconsciously in myself. I felt enormous excitement, as if I were witnessing something of great importance.
So the aim is not to control but to break through the symbols while in the dream state and see what they are actually being caused by. Most information about lucid dreaming is about controlling because most people are unwilling to transform their fears.
As I said it is a goal we need to work toward even though we may not go the whole journey, but every step brings its own reward – see
http://dreamhawk.com/inner-life/jesse-watkins-experience-of-enlightenment/We can become the one who becomes so adept at working in harmony with Life/Wind/Universe that we are no longer victims of our own creativity.
Suddenly there were two beings with me in my room.
I could not see them with my eyes,
But they were standing in my awareness,
To my left, suspended above the bed
Where I lay musing.
Surprising, because I had not sought them.
Frightening, because they were the living dead.
Radiant, because they were angels.
Inspiring, because they shone with wonderful life.
Uplifting, because of the gift they brought.
The living dead!
Yes. That I knew of them.
It was everywhere about them,
Communicating itself to me.
Telling me the majesty of death.
Speaking to me without words
They led knowing in me,
As you might lead a friend
Through your new house,
Revealing its secrets.
Thereby I knew,
All that I considered human,
In them had died.
Desire, longing to possess, sex, ambition,
All had melted away.
And I understood in their presence,
If I surrendered to the Highest,
This was my path.
My own person would melt away,
My desires fade like shadows in the sun.
Fear – Yes – in the loss of myself.
In the sense of my own futility.
In the knowledge of my littleness.
In the confrontation of majesty.
At the loss of what I thought my wisdom.
In them I saw beyond myself.
Through their emptiness
Of all that I so valued.
I saw shimmering light,
Cosmic in its vastness.
Their death allowed,
Shining through them,
Dimensions of a life
Beyond the very best
Of all my mind, or love, or art.
Radiant they were
With all the mystery of life itself.
Suns shone through them;
Not just with light,
But with ungrasped joy and love.
Inspiring me
By showing me the possibility
Of my life,
And all the lives
Of those myriads around me.
Uplifting too,
By unveiling to me
The meaning of the story He told,
Where, having lost ones cloak,
You offer your coat also.
Not, as I had thought,
An act of selfless generosity.
They said it was a statement.
“How strange. You want this old coat,
When you could have the life unbounded?”
That was their promise.
If I dared lose my self,
Let that coat be taken from me,
My being too would shine.
As theirs shone on me that day.
Tony
