LUCID DREAMING

My last lucid dream…

I find myself floating on crystal-clear waters, aware.

The gentle waves rock me like a cradle between worlds, and the sun above warms my skin, reminding me that I am dreaming with intention. I inhale deeply; the salty air tingles with recognition, this is no ordinary dream. This is lucidity.

As I open my eyes within the dreamscape, shimmering turquoise waters stretch endlessly across my consciousness. The horizon is dotted with drifting sailboats and glistening yachts-symbols of freedom, gateways to new realms. I feel untethered, bound only by the limits of my imagination.

With purpose, I dive deep into the ocean of my mind.
Cool, vivid waters embrace me. Schools of dream-fish dart through technicolor coral castles, and time bends in slow, enchanted rhythm. I glide effortlessly, sensing my own awareness expand with every breath, every motion, every thought.

Breaking the surface, I emerge to find a dream village: white, washed walls, winding cobblestone paths, and smiling souls who seem to know me. They are fragments of my subconscious-welcoming, wise, and familiar. I wave back, grounding myself in the joy of recognition.

The Mediterranean Sea in my dreams is more than an escape, it’s a portal. A lucid temple of tranquility and power. A mirror of my spirit’s depth.

When I dream here, I do not wander, I create.

I close my dream eyes once more, letting the sun of my inner world kiss my face, and whisper a silent thank you for this sanctuary of light, freedom, and conscious wonder.

And every night my dreams make me travel somewhere else. And it’s actually always a place of answers.
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