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.
And when my voice returns in a moment,
The lucid dream incubation will begin.
You find yourself sitting on a crowded city bus.
The interior is dimly lit,
And the low hum of chatter surrounds you.
You feel every last vibration as the bus rumbles along,
And you take note of how heightened your senses are.
Where am I heading?
Looking out the window,
Trying to get a sense of where you are.
What looks back at you is a super vivid scene.
Neon lights,
Rain beating down on the sidewalk,
People walking by in trench coats.
The colours and details seem perfect.
Too perfect,
In a sense.
Too perfect to be real.
And so lucidity begins to simmer,
Softly in the background of your mind.
Whispering to you,
But not fully taking hold.
As the journey on the bus continues,
The soft bubbling of lucidity turns to a boil,
Yet you still hesitate to turn fully towards it,
Too distracted by the goings on around you.
The people on the bus are talking to each other,
Quietly,
And you strain to make out their words,
But their voices are muffled and their faces distorted.
You feel curious about them.
What are they talking about?
Who are these people?
You wonder,
Still too distracted by the contents of the dream,
To become fully lucid.
Still on the bus,
You take a deep breath in,
Fully focusing on the sensation of it.
It feels tingly and borderline orgasmic.
You breathe out,
And feel a similar sensation,
But this time,
It almost feels as if you're being cradled.
You think,
I feel amazing.
Then you look down at your hands,
And observe that they're undulating,
As if flapping in the wind.
None of this makes much sense.
You think,
The undeniable truth now bigger than ever,
And growing bigger by the second,
Until,
Eventually,
It's too big to avoid,
Of course.
I must be dreaming.
You think,
Relieved at the realisation,
I'm lucid dreaming.
Now lucid,
You feel keen to experiment with the idea of dream control.
But before you have a chance to try,
You hear a soft,
Melodic voice,
A voice unlike any other you've heard before,
Gentle and soothing.
You turn your attention towards the source,
And see a baby sitting in the seat next to you,
Fully upright,
With amazing posture.
The baby's eyes are wide and full of curiosity,
And they meet yours.
Instantly,
You realise that this baby is not ordinary.
In fact,
This baby,
Talks.
And so,
You listen.
The baby speaks in a clear,
Articulate manner,
Explaining that it's been waiting patiently for you to wake up.
You're intrigued,
Understanding that this is an aspect of your own psyche.
You're keen to engage with it.
Who are you,
Exactly?
You ask.
Or,
Should I say,
What part of me do you represent?
The baby doesn't immediately answer.
Instead,
It just gazes at you,
In silence,
Perfect silence.
And you feel taken aback,
By the strangeness of what's unfolding.
Eventually,
The baby starts talking again,
Explaining that it's a manifestation of your younger,
More innocent self.
It explains that it's always there,
In the background,
Watching over your dreams and your waking life alike,
Waiting for these little sparks of awareness.
But why haven't you reached out before?
You ask.
For a moment,
There's more silence,
Then a chuckle,
As if to say,
What makes you think I haven't?
And with that,
You remember that you have,
Indeed,
Talked before.
Many times,
Actually.
You look around,
And notice that you're now off the bus,
Back in your childhood home,
Sitting on a couch.
And the baby has morphed into a toddler,
Still lucid,
And now deeply at ease.
You ask the toddler,
Is there anything you want to tell me?
The toddler nods sagely,
Then begins to wax lyrical about the nature of dreams,
Consciousness,
And the infinite possibilities that exist whilst in this special state,
The power to unlock new forms of creativity,
For example,
To confront fears,
To gain a deeper knowledge of yourself.
You listen keenly,
Taking mental notes,
Notes that you plan to take back with you,
To the waking world,
Later on.
As you continue to converse with the toddler,
The younger version of yourself,
You feel a profound sense of connection to it,
That evokes a certain tenderness,
And leaves you misty-eyed.
What a special moment,
You think,
Touched.
But then,
With a sense of acceptance and inevitability washing over you,
You realise that this,
The particular interaction,
Will soon be coming to an end.
The dream world is always changing,
Eh?
You say.
And the toddler nods.
And so,
With the toddler's parting words,
It asks you to reconnect with it upon awakening,
That it desires for you to keep this dialogue going,
And for this direct connection to remain intact.
You agree,
Smiling wide,
And you watch as the toddler fades away.
You're now meditating,
Under a tree,
Ruminating on the experience just gone,
And crystallising all the details you want to take back with you.
You go through each key moment,
Stamping it to memory,
And reciting to yourself,
That you will remember this,
That you will return with these memories,
And that the dialogue with your younger self will continue,
And your faith in yourself makes it so.
You sit there for a while,
Out of the void,
Emerges a new scene.
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.
Never forget it.
Happy dreaming.
