Lucid dreaming has a number of highly powerful applications. In addition to all of the fun stuff like flying, sex, and telekinesis, there’s also some very serious, life changing ways you can use your lucidity. I can recall one experience I had a little over a few years ago now, I think. Before I get into the lucid dreaming part of the story, however, it is important to know what was occurring in my waking state at the time.

It was Freshman year. In my Spanish class, there were a few people that are worth mentioning, but let me also stress that much of this course I would have much rather forgotten in the course of my life, maybe, considering that I knew absolutely no one in the class, the class itself was difficult whilst being me, and Spanish just isn’t one of my languages. Of course, today I would have dealt with the situation a lot differently, this was back at a time when I was still learning to come into my own. In front of me, there sat a girl named Natalee, who for that school year, became my first test subject to try out some new tactics and techniques for seducing women I had learned very recently at that time, from the creative mind of Ross Jeffries. I’ll get into seduction another time, but more importantly I have to describe the other people who were sitting around me. Behind me to my right was a girl, I think her name was Kara(though her name in certainty escapes me), and another, behind me and to my left was none other than the infamous Jackie Cox.

I will never forget this girl, Jackie Cox, because she caused me a great deal of confusion and was one of the centerpieces in my social development. She hated me, far beyond any level of logical reasoning, for no other reason than just to hate hate hate. It was incredible. Preppy in her dress, she wore only the clothes you buy at the shopping mall, and talked to only the kids who were “in her league.” Oh yes, you bet she was one of those girls. Typical as a teenager in virtually every way, a disgrace to the name teenager. She claimed to accept virtually anyone until she was given a reason not to like them, and subsequently after talking to me only a few times, she was put off entirely. Why? I don’t know why. There’s a lot of social relationships in my life that have gone sour, for one reason or another. Maybe it was actually my own intentions that caused the relationship to go bad, my own fears that it would in fact be so. Whatever the case, I cannot now say what the true reason for my not getting along with this girl truly was, except to say that I know for a fact that we did not, after a very short period of time, get along well at all.

Why does she dislike me so much? I kicked myself after the first week or so of trying to get on her good side. Never mind trying to actually succeed on the front of becoming friends with her, or especially seducing her, if that was ever my intention. This girl despised me, but why? It was the only thing that bothered me, and the only thing, out of all my actions at that time period, that I could not figure out.

Surely my inner mind had the answer. Surely if the power of the conscious could not answer the why, the subconscious certainly could. So one night, while at my grandparent’s home in Dallas, Texas, I had a lucid dream and resolved my purpose to be finding out why Jackie Cox hated me so.

It began with me on my driveway, and doing a reality check. Though I cannot explain how, there was something about the sky that told me I MUST be dreaming, and suddenly I simply realized I was, without much effort. The excitement of lucidity can sometimes mislead you from the uses you actually want to put to it, so I focused and recalled that I wanted to talk to Jackie, to get the answers from her here that she wasn’t willing to give me while awake. Behind me, she would be waiting to talk to me. I turned around, and surely enough – there she was.

“Jackie,” I greeted her.

“Hey you,” she said with a bizarrely friendly smile, but it was still that same grin that was condescending in a way, almost a smirk. Somehow, it still seemed cute. “What do you want?”

“…Why do you hate me so much?”

And after a moment of silence to think about it, she simply shrugged.

“You know,” she shook her head. “It just doesn’t really matter.”

“But I want to know, tell me,” I firmly held my stand for her to answer my question.

“Because it just is,” she told me, staring into my eyes with a pretty smile. “It just doesn’t matter.”

My mind had answered me correctly, indeed. It simply was, it was simply who she was as a character. Because just as every person’s life is similar to the nature of a dream, the nature of dreams is similar to reality. She was simply Jackie, the girl who hated me, and that was okay. I had to laugh, the whole thing suddenly made some sort of bizarre, weird, perfect sense. I spent the next few minutes teaching her how to fly but woke up after only a few moments of floating. I instantly opened my eyes to a normal waking position – I was wide awake, feeling exhilaration, and was completely revitalized. My entire perspective of who she was had changed over night. Upon returning to school and seeing her in class, I could only smile at her, and when she would look at me irritated and say, “What?!” there was nothing to do but adore the essence of her character.

And that, my friends, is the power of lucid dreams to alter perspectives and gain acceptance.