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Lucid Dreams

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Before any neuron sparked,

Before the beginning of REM sleep,

Before the word "dream" had a name.


There was The Wave.

Beta waves, gamma waves,

And many more, passing in darkness

Like stars forming constellations,

Seeking out a brain to call home.


That’s when you appeared.

The first spark of self-consciousness,

Born in the sleeping universe

Like a house erected on thoughts

fueled by electricity.


The right side of your brain transforms

Into an ever-flowing stream of memories

While other parts pulsate with the feeling

of your physical body, that no longer exists.


The true self opens its eyes

As a gateway between worlds

and gazes inward upon itself

Across the void and for a moment,

awareness remembers it was ancient

long before you were born.


In this realm, lucid dreaming

is not something that happens,

But a state of being.


You go higher.

The pull of gravity distorts.

You go lower.

The fabric of spacetime adjusts

So, you can make your descent.


High-frequency waves explode

As if they were solar flares

Through the universe

inside of your head,


Each one a revelation:

I dream.

I am the dream.

I am the dreamer

of the dreamer.


Some substances only pretend

to enter this dimension.

LSD shatters your ego.

The skill of controlling your

own dreams reestablish it.


Like a sharp blade

Capable of slicing

Through the boundary

between realms.


In this reality of a dreamer,

you are the traveler and the stranger,

The observer and the observed,

both question and answer,

becoming a single glittering point.


But then you wake up.


The universe within you collapses

It becomes small and obedient

Like it has always been

Never having existed anywhere

other than within your mind.


When the last inner sun burns

itself out, truth doesn’t just

fade, it fractures, splintering

like a dying star that can no

longer hold its own orbit.


Leaving you standing in the ruins

of a universe that finally admits

it never had a center.


Then you realize:

The self is older than the

life that carries it

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Wow, this is incredibly powerful! ✨ 'I dream. I am the dream. I am the dreamer of the dreamer'. that words gave me chills. 💭 You have an amazing way of capturing the vastness of the human mind.💫 Fantastic write! 🙌keep it up buddy.:heart::+fav: