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rachelmanija) wrote2012-02-28 10:59 am
rachelmanija) wrote2012-02-28 10:59 am
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Experiment in Lucid Dreaming: Moss and Landscapes
I got sick of having annoying anxiety dreams about tests, toilets, papers, etc. So before I went to sleep last night, I suggested to myself that should I find myself in any typical anxiety dream situation, I ask myself if I was dreaming...
I became vaguely aware that I might be dreaming. I could see fragments of images, but nothing clear. If I looked carefully, I saw something like a rear view mirror, and blurred images reflected in that. I suggested that it become a real rear-view mirror, so I could see better, and it did. I saw what looked like pink and yellow bubbles. I suggested that an entire car form around the mirror, and it did. I suggested that I be in the driver's seat, and I was.
I started driving. The bubbles were pale pink and yellow balloons, filling the scene. I drove through them, past a party (largely obscured by balloons), and then along a seaside road. Blue and white painted ships with yellow sails packed the ocean and were lined up on the beach.
I passed the ocean, and drove through a series of wrecked, flaming UPS trucks, with packages scattered everywhere. No one seemed injured and the drivers were busy collecting their stuff, so I drove on.
Past that was a landscape of ocean and dry hills, like outside of Santa Barbara. Then I came to a beautiful forest glade carpeted with moss. I parked the car and got out. Some moss was velvety, but some grew in webs and strands, like feathers or cobwebs. I remembered that I was dreaming, and thought I was about to wake up. I grabbed a handful of feathery moss, convinced that if I held it tight enough, I could bring it back with me into the waking world. As I slid back to wakefulness and my bed, I held as tight as I could...
I woke up with my hand clenched in a fist, anda feathery imprint on my palm beautiful images imprinted on my mind.
I became vaguely aware that I might be dreaming. I could see fragments of images, but nothing clear. If I looked carefully, I saw something like a rear view mirror, and blurred images reflected in that. I suggested that it become a real rear-view mirror, so I could see better, and it did. I saw what looked like pink and yellow bubbles. I suggested that an entire car form around the mirror, and it did. I suggested that I be in the driver's seat, and I was.
I started driving. The bubbles were pale pink and yellow balloons, filling the scene. I drove through them, past a party (largely obscured by balloons), and then along a seaside road. Blue and white painted ships with yellow sails packed the ocean and were lined up on the beach.
I passed the ocean, and drove through a series of wrecked, flaming UPS trucks, with packages scattered everywhere. No one seemed injured and the drivers were busy collecting their stuff, so I drove on.
Past that was a landscape of ocean and dry hills, like outside of Santa Barbara. Then I came to a beautiful forest glade carpeted with moss. I parked the car and got out. Some moss was velvety, but some grew in webs and strands, like feathers or cobwebs. I remembered that I was dreaming, and thought I was about to wake up. I grabbed a handful of feathery moss, convinced that if I held it tight enough, I could bring it back with me into the waking world. As I slid back to wakefulness and my bed, I held as tight as I could...
I woke up with my hand clenched in a fist, and
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I tend to rarely not realize I am dreaming, at someone in a dream I usually figure it out, it's rare that I will wake up at some point and go, oh thank goodness that wasn't real.
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I love lucid dreaming. It has do-overs!