It was so incredibly cool, I feel I must share.
A bunch of people and I were cleaning up a mess. A really big mess. A mess of the sort and scale that I hope that none of you ever have to deal with in real life. It involved bodily fluids, and that is all I’m willing to say about it.
At some point, I looked up and said, “This mess is just ridiculous. This must be a dream.” Everyone else looked at me, but nobody denied it. Usually, my recollection of dreams (including this one) is kind of fuzzy, but I remember that moment very distinctly, all the sensations, the details of the room I was in, my exact thought process at the moment. I thought to myself that if it was a dream, it was incredibly realistic, because the world didn’t feel any different; everything seemed quite real and detailed. I don’t recall the dream before or after that moment as clearly, and I know there were some shifts of scene during the dream, with people appearing and disappearing.
I just went back to cleaning up the mess, but then I thought, well, hell, if it really is a dream, I should be able to control things. So I tried to fly. (I don’t go around doing this when I’m awake; trust me.) It didn’t work. So I tried something easier, levitating a leaf. And it worked! I pointed it out, and no one beleived that I was levitiating it–just the wind, they said. I tried it on a couple of people, too. For one it didn’t work, but I could levitate the rest of them by pointing my palm at them and concentrating. No one seemed particularly suprised at this.
Then I tried to fly. I couldn’t just think, “Okay, now, fly!” Instead, I concentrated on changing the world around me. I had to look up and see clouds above me, then make the clouds get closer, then part as I passed by. I looked down and caused the landscape to shrink away below me. Neither of these effects were particularly convincing–they looked like bad animation. But I definitely felt like I was flying.
So it was very cool. Unlike other possibly-lucid dreams I’ve had, this time, I didn’t wake up upon realizing I was dreaming, and I definitely was in control. Sometimes I think I’ve had lucid dreams, but I wasn’t able to change anything or, rather, it didn’t occur to me to try, so I was left wondering was it really a lucid dream, or did I just dream that I was lucid? (Is that a paradox?)
Anyway, you may be asking, what’s my secret?
The answer is that last night my hubby made me watch “Dreamscape,” a really bad 80’s sci fi movie with Dennis Quaid as a psychic who could enter people’s dreams who fights the guy who played Tin-Tin in “The Crow” who was an evil psychic who could do the same thing.
I don’t know if that’s what made me able to dream lucidly. If it is, and that’s the only thing that works, that was suck, because I don’t want to see that movie again, ever, thanks, but I do want to try this lucid dreaming thing again!