hundreds of lucid dreams. This sense of being awake within my
subconscious mind was fascinating, and I had never been more
passionate than in any other subject than this. It wasn't just
something I could intellectually hypothesise about but something I
could experience, feel and touch.
Lucid dreaming captivated me, a possibility to escape this
mundane world and do what I want in a world of my own with
infinite possibilities, and that's just what I did; I went on to have
hundreds of enjoyable and entertaining lucid dreams. I flew
through worlds of my own imagination, and I spoke with my
subconscious to better understand myself and my fears. I even
practised the guitar while I was asleep.
Nonetheless, I mistakingly treated lucid dreaming as a form of
escapism, which was ultimately unsatisfying. As usual, I was still
asking what the purpose behind all of this was.
I enjoyed it for some time and learned many things about
myself, but back then, I was still somewhat depressed and
unsatisfied about the world and life's meaning in general.
Eventually, I became bored with lucid dreaming. I asked myself,
"What was the point in experiencing life if all that I ever experience
is in my mind?", this question didn't just address my dreams, but
also my waking life because, through lucid dreaming, I came to the
realisation that everything we see, even when awake, is only a
reflection of our mind. When we see cars, trees and other people,
etc., we usually see the labels and ideas in our mind that we attach
to them. With this somewhat grim realisation of the 'virtualness' of
life, I gained an interest in meditation as a way to find some hope
and meaning behind it all.
Later in life, I eventually graduated with a Philosophy degree.
However, I was still mostly dissatisfied with what I had
experienced academically. Western philosophy topics were
interesting, but they were mainly explored with open-ended
questions, deriving from unenlightened western philosophers,