Lucid dreaming's all fun and games until...
My real life's been a bit of a pain lately. I've scratched my left eye twice in the course of two weeks. (Stupid contact!) Lucid dreaming's a simple, free way to escape that sort of thing and I was all over that last night.
I'm not quite sure how the scene came together, but I was having yet another dream where I was staying over at my paternal grandparents' house. (Some day, I should compare how many times I dream about that to how many times I dream about getting lost in a school.) Well, actually, my paternal grandfather died, but he was sitting there at the table in my dream. So I said, "Hey, you're dead! Get out of here!" and I waved my finger and turned him into some random pizza delivery guy who kind of looked like my grandpa. Then I asked my grandma why she was talking to some random pizza delivery guy like he was her husband and I don't know what sort of reply I got. I was too busy changing everything I could. In essence, I was just going around and saying, "Lalala! I'm dreaming! I can do whatever the hell I want!"
Of course, that was too good to last.
I dreamt that I was getting romantic with some guy who said he was my cousin...only he didn't really look or act like my cousin. ;p I had a chat with him before I went to bed and woke up (in the dream!) to find him snuggling against me on my bed. Nothing really happened, but I felt bad about how I actually enjoyed that. And then I realized that I wouldn't actually sleep with my cousin, so there went my guilt about that. Nonetheless, I feel like saying this: Lucid dreaming is all fun and games until you dream about almost having sex with your cousin!
It sort of makes me miss those crazy dreams about confessing my love to my friend from Colorado. Sheesh!
Oh, and I dreamt about a baseball game somewhere in there. I'm just mentioning that because I had a slight feeling of deja vu and I figured I might as well make a note of that.
I'm not quite sure how the scene came together, but I was having yet another dream where I was staying over at my paternal grandparents' house. (Some day, I should compare how many times I dream about that to how many times I dream about getting lost in a school.) Well, actually, my paternal grandfather died, but he was sitting there at the table in my dream. So I said, "Hey, you're dead! Get out of here!" and I waved my finger and turned him into some random pizza delivery guy who kind of looked like my grandpa. Then I asked my grandma why she was talking to some random pizza delivery guy like he was her husband and I don't know what sort of reply I got. I was too busy changing everything I could. In essence, I was just going around and saying, "Lalala! I'm dreaming! I can do whatever the hell I want!"
Of course, that was too good to last.
I dreamt that I was getting romantic with some guy who said he was my cousin...only he didn't really look or act like my cousin. ;p I had a chat with him before I went to bed and woke up (in the dream!) to find him snuggling against me on my bed. Nothing really happened, but I felt bad about how I actually enjoyed that. And then I realized that I wouldn't actually sleep with my cousin, so there went my guilt about that. Nonetheless, I feel like saying this: Lucid dreaming is all fun and games until you dream about almost having sex with your cousin!
It sort of makes me miss those crazy dreams about confessing my love to my friend from Colorado. Sheesh!
Oh, and I dreamt about a baseball game somewhere in there. I'm just mentioning that because I had a slight feeling of deja vu and I figured I might as well make a note of that.