Nightly Excursions
For the past several years, on and off again, I've had dreams of floating (this is different from dreams of flying--which I have had since childhood). Sometimes I can't control where I go in these dreams, sometimes I can, but always it's a weird dream. And very lucid. I am well aware of my surroundings and what I am feeling.
Last night was one of my most vivid ones to date. I almost feel like these are not dreams at all but a form of astral travel. It begins inside what seems like a dream then...floating...up and up...floating up the stairs and then...out the window into the quiet outside.
I was able to focus so well last night. Every nuance. The feeling of being pushed back down on the ground. The fear of going right through the ground into the center of the earth. Like laying down in the car of a ferris wheel with your eyes closed. And then...balance...standing once again and I am able to control where I go. I looked around and at that moment it was quite peaceful and it was in this dream I realized that when dreams like this happen there is never anyone else in it. No one inside. No one in the streets outside. As if I was the only one who existed in that dimension (maybe I was!).
The only downside I experienced was upon waking. A sick, sort of buzzing went on in my head for a few moments--like electricity or a door buzzer.
I have been suffering from such exhaustion lately and wonder if that has anything to do with it.
Last night was one of my most vivid ones to date. I almost feel like these are not dreams at all but a form of astral travel. It begins inside what seems like a dream then...floating...up and up...floating up the stairs and then...out the window into the quiet outside.
I was able to focus so well last night. Every nuance. The feeling of being pushed back down on the ground. The fear of going right through the ground into the center of the earth. Like laying down in the car of a ferris wheel with your eyes closed. And then...balance...standing once again and I am able to control where I go. I looked around and at that moment it was quite peaceful and it was in this dream I realized that when dreams like this happen there is never anyone else in it. No one inside. No one in the streets outside. As if I was the only one who existed in that dimension (maybe I was!).
The only downside I experienced was upon waking. A sick, sort of buzzing went on in my head for a few moments--like electricity or a door buzzer.
I have been suffering from such exhaustion lately and wonder if that has anything to do with it.