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.
The dream boots like a virtual reality simulation,
Piecing itself together.
You find yourself standing on the edge of a precipice,
Overlooking a sprawling cyberpunk cityscape.
The environment is a cacophony of flickering holograms,
Neon advertisements,
And augmented reality billboards.
Flying cars zip through the sky,
Leaving trails of luminescent streaks in their wake.
The air is thick with the hum of machinery,
And the distant echoes of electronic music.
For a moment,
You just stand there,
Soaking it all in,
Casting your eyes over the vibrant collection of colours and shapes.
After some time spent acclimatizing,
You now begin to explore the futuristic cyberpunk cityscape,
And quickly remember the power you possess.
I can do anything here,
You think.
The city is my mind,
And my mind is my playground.
And so,
You play,
Starting with transformation,
Morphing and contorting buildings to your will.
Here lies a blank canvas,
You think,
Waiting to be painted on.
Now,
With the buildings shaped in your form,
You walk amongst them,
Flowing with the design of the streets,
Being led one way and the next,
First by your subconscious mind,
And then with a direction more conscious.
At one street corner,
You encounter a group of enigmatic figures,
Hackers,
In sleek,
Cybernetic suits,
Their faces obscured by holographic masks.
These shadowy beings move with you through the dreamworld,
Like ghosts in the machine,
Leaving trails of code behind them.
You're now in the depths of the city's digital underbelly,
The group of hackers by your side.
You go into one building,
Then out the other side.
By the intersection of two more,
You discover something which,
Perhaps,
You shouldn't have.
A secret space,
An inner space.
Set aside somehow from the dream itself,
Here,
You and your hacker friends interface with the virtual consciousness of the city,
Jacking in and merging with it.
For a while,
Your awareness sits in this space between spaces,
Not moving,
Not exploring,
But instead devouring,
Becoming the city in such a way that it leaves you feeling full,
No longer observing,
Now becoming.
You have eaten the dreamscape in some very real sense.
You are more than it,
The city is in you.
What a strange feeling,
You think,
Having had your fill of the abstract and pulling back into an atomized state.
I'm ready to change gears,
You think.
I'm ready for a dream narrative to begin.
And so you will it into existence,
With the power of your mind alone.
At first,
Nothing comes,
But then,
Emerging from the depths of the city streets,
A plot takes form,
Setting your creativity alight,
In a blaze of glory.
Now the plot looms large,
Unfolding before your very eyes.
There's a malevolent AI seeking to manipulate the minds of dreamers worldwide,
From the safety of the cityscape,
Harnessing mass subconscious creativity for its own dark purposes.
It's up to you to deal with this threat,
You realize,
Perhaps with the help of your hacker friends.
You look around to them,
And they nod,
As if to say,
We're in.
A moment passes in silence,
And then,
The city's neon glow begins to flicker erratically,
Threateningly,
As the AI's influence starts to spread.
Determined to thwart the AI menace,
You and your hacker friends locate it,
And confront it in a virtual showdown,
Lines of code clashing like swords,
Data streams colliding in a dazzling display of light and sound.
For a while,
The battle is close fought,
But hackers,
And too,
With a surge of your own incredible lucid power,
You shatter the AI's form,
And free the dream world,
And the waking world at large,
From its evil grasp.
With the dream villain vanquished,
The city begins to stabilize once more,
The strange neon flickering stops,
In its place,
Warm,
Comforting colors appear.
Congratulations,
One of the neon signs read,
Level complete.
You feel accomplished,
As you watch the city's denizens cheering in pixelated gratitude.
Another fine lucid adventure,
Under your belt.
With a final glance at your surroundings,
You decide to shift gears again.
A new theme,
You think,
A new story,
A new set of characters,
And perhaps,
An entirely new body to boot.
And so,
Lucidly,
You burn the cyberpunk city to the ground,
And create an entirely new world from the ashes.
What does this world look like,
Dreamer?
I pass the reins,
Over to you.
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.
