Thomas Wood the

So it turns out that I oft dream lucidly.  I have been doing this for many years, and it takes many forms. 
It started off in the whimsical way of me developing a test.  If I’m in a situation where I think I may be dreaming, I try to fly.  If I pull it off, it’s probably a dream.  I don’t launch myself out of a window, or anything that could get me in trouble, not even socially.  In fact I don’t flap my arms or do anything like that.  I simply concentrate and start flying. 
Dreamie has pointed out that a lot of people dream of flying, and we asked around and noticed that most people seem to get better at flying as they get older and more experienced at doing it even in their dreams. 
Anyway, that is a tangent.  Back to the dream at hand;
So I had successfully flown in the dream and come to the conclusion that I was dreaming.  So armed with that knowledge that at root I’m in charge of the reality I experience, I came to the conclusion that in this dream as in many that are that lucid, I am in effect God in that dream.  I can do literally anything.  So the dream reality becomes my own personal playground.  Extra body parts, extra powers, extra laws of physics, lack of physics, super pleasures, etc.  It is a type of heaven and I highly recommend the experience if you get the chance.
So I’m blissing my way through my experience and I run into someone that watches and I get into a deep discussion with the guy on the origin of existence. 
I simply let the cat out of the bag and let him know that all he is experiencing is a product of my imagination and will.  Of course he disputes that, and comes up with some pretty good counter arguments that I can’t remember all of but they made sense.  (Give me a break, it was a dream.  I can’t remember all details.) 
Somewhere while I was talking to him, I realized; How cool, I’m coming up with counters to my own arguments.  The power of one’s own mind is amazing.  Then I though; Wow I’m coming up with counters fast.  I’m coming up with them as fast as I’m coming up with the argument. 
Then it hit me.  The thought that really messed with me was ”I can’t predict the direction of this guys counter!”  I am aware that it’s coming out of my own head, but at the same time I can’t predict what the guy is thinking.  I’m having a hard time keeping up with him, and it’s still me.  More to follow about this, but back to the dream;
So at the crescendo of the dream I posed the question “If this were not of my own doing could I do this?”
I then stepped in front of a large moving freight train and just as it got to me I turned it into a small white bunny.  (Please no giving me crap for how Freudian this moment was.)
He then conceded that indeed, I was the man in charge. 
So I went merrily through my life and time in this verse and at some point I had a group of people approach me with the greatest of dire need.  Word had spread that I was dreaming lucidly and everyone was experiencing, and was a product of my dream.  The emergency was that aliens had entered my dream and were also dreaming lucidly.  Apparently they were wreaking havoc. 
This is where it gets fuzzy.  I remember encountering the other consciousness, and a truly epic battle of matter splitting on atomic levels, time bending, reality collapsing, and the energy of thoughts and boundless unfettered energy commenced.  Right at the point where everything collapsed in on it’s self and even thoughts ceased I awoke.
So back to the question:
This question is how if I was coming up with all that was going on, why did I not know the other side of the guy argument. 
There are arguments of sub-conscious, etc.  However what if what I was dreaming was, in part true?  I mean what if on a deeply primal level our thoughts are being influenced and altered? 
It is my personal belief that we are all one.  This is the closest to god I have experienced.  We are all one, the universe resides within us all, and we reside within it.  When it all comes down to it, there is no separation between you and I, or the sun, the earth, or anything.  We are all one, one is in us all.  In brief moments of epiphany I am intensely aware of this.  It is this that allows for healing, intuition, non-linear time, etc.  The implications are vast if I am correct, and I think I am.
What if the reason I, on the deepest levels, don’t know what the guy is about to say is outside influence?  A collective consciousness between you and I.  What if it is alien?  What if it’s something completely out of our realm of understanding?
What is that?
Then again how boring would reality be if you truly had control over all the aspects?  Thank god we don’t.  Where would the adventure be then?
If you pull off dreaming this way, enjoy….

Sweet dreams.