Not sure if this is the right place…it’s about a semi-lucid dream. I probobly should have posted it in Quest for Lucidity.
The earliest dream I can remember having was when I was about five years old. It was a recurring dream. Here is how it went as best I can remember it:
First, let me describe the toys in the dream…you know those little spaceship rides they have at shopping malls, where the kid climbs on and you put in a quarter and it rocks back and forth a little and kids can use their powerful imaginations to pretend they’re astronauts (or sometimes the machine is in the shape of an animal, and they can pretend they’re a cowboy.)
I would walk into a room (it might have been in the back of a grocery store; I forget), and it would have about 5 or six of these toys, and no two of them were the same, although I forget what they actually looked like. I would at this point not become completely lucid, but usually I’d remember having had this dream before and I would climb on one of the toys with anticipation, knowing what would happen next.
Once I was on the toy the dream would shift and I would find myself flying a stealth fighter jet of some sort over a pine forest. I wasn’t flying high - I could make out the branches on the trees. I “knew” at this point in the dream that I was part of a squad of kids, all piloting jets like mine, and we were searching for something important while going through some sort of training excercise, or something along those lines, I can’t really remember.
What really struck me about this dream, was that it was conveyed to me during it that I should not tell anyone about this. For the longest time I kept it a secret. Also, it felt like what I was doing in the dream was very important, though I didn’t know why. As I grew up I would remember the dreams fondly, I called them the “spy kids” dreams, and feel that I had been entrusted with some sort of important secret, and I would wish the dreams would come again, so that I could finish my training, but eventually they stopped altogether.
For some reason I no longer have the feeling that these dreams must be kept secret. I’m sharing them to try and gain some understanding. I still don’t know what these dreams mean, and have the distinct impression that they were more than just distractions or a source of self-worth during hard times in my childhood. Does anyone have any insight into them? Was some sort of astral being training my childhood self for some reason? And why did the dreams make me feel important? Any input would be very appreciated. I’ve never dreamt anything like this before or since (that I know of.)