Lucid Dreams: A Trip To Egypt

My wildest lucid dream

Do you ever wonder what your dreams are trying to tell you? Have you ever had a dream that made you question reality?

When I was a teenager I had one such experience. The dream went like this…

I’m walking down the street, it’s sunny but everything feels hazy. When I look down at my hands, I realize that I’m dreaming. I say out loud, if I’m dreaming then that means I can fly.

As I speak, I start flying. I rise higher and higher up into the air until I reach the blue sky. Almost as if I was being suctioned, I pop out of the atmosphere with a distinct pop sound.

I see the curvature of the earth, the immensity of it all. The earth spins halfway and I am over Egypt. I drop down and land in a desert.

A being is waiting for me, the body of a man but the head is not human, some type of beaked creature. He greets me as if he knows me.

We walk through arid terrain to a temple, visible a short distance away. He takes me for a tour.

He shows me how things were made, how they worked. He reveals hidden codes, secrets and technology, how the pyramids worked and what they were used for.

My mind was completely blown. I could barely keep up or understand what was going on. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was in shock and disbelief.

How is this happening? How did I somehow discover the secrets of the universe in this dream, I kept thinking to myself.

But it didn’t end there, we kept going. Moving from one place to another, one thing to another, one piece of the puzzle to another. I was completely overwhelmed. It felt like we were going through what felt like centuries of history.

I kept going along, but I wish I could have paused to ask questions and to process the total information overload.

At some point far along in the dream, I sense that it’s ending. I see the fabric of reality start spinning all around me, as if creating some type of giant vortex or wormhole. I start grasping frantically at everything around me, the walls, the objects, trying to hold on, to stay there. I scream out of frustration because I know I won’t be able to remember everything I’d seen. It was too much.

When I woke up, my biggest takeaway from that dream, the piece I remember, the piece I could salvage from my receding memory, is that aliens built the pyramids.

I was around 14 year old. I didn’t know anything about lucid dreams, out of body experiences or astral travel. I didn’t really think about Egypt or its mysteries. I didn’t give any of this stuff any importance or a great deal of thought. I questioned whether it was somehow true or just a crazy dream, a product of my subconscious or imagination.

To this day I still wonder what it meant.

Have you ever had any wild lucid dreams? I’d love to hear about it in the comments!