Awake?
Lucid dreams.
I've always been able to partially control my dreams... Once I realize I'm dreaming (and I usually do) I can rewrite them as I see fit. I can't control the outcome, but I am able to 'rewind.'
Scene:
I'm walking down a long corridor, harsh flourescant light glaring on bare, chalky white walls and clean tile floor. The walking seems endless, although I know my destination must be at the other end of the hall.... (wait, such prophetic, creepy certainty only happens in dreams. I'm dreaming. And the decor is getting on my nerves)
...I'm walking down a tunnel deep inside a cavern, torches mounted on the wall casting a flickering glow against the rough granite.... (wait, I'm sure my destiny isn't quite as murky and gloomy as this)
...I'm walking down an opulent hallway with rich crimson carpeting and cream walls, the glow from the ornate chandeliers glinting against the gilded frames of portraits (better) that watch my trek (creepy)
...that seem to smile serenely as I pass, and finally I come to a door. Taking a deep breath, I turn the knob and...
it's locked. (how anti-climactic)
it opens into an empty room (how typical)
it opens into a vast nothingness (what?!?!?)
it opends into a vault filled with money, and I swim in it, a la Scrooge McDuck (tee hee)
it's my friends!
family!
lover!
multiple lovers!
At any rate, I can usually choose-my-own-adventure my way through my dreams, just continually rewinding until I'm satisfied enough to move on. Lately I've realized that I'm living my life the same way, but without the abilty to rewind. I accept everything that happens to me with a sense of calm, like I can just erase it, and eventually a desirable path will open itself up to me. I've been far too passive. I think I need to start taking a more active role in my life, as ridiculous as it sounds. I'm sick of being a spectator.
Ah joy. Am fairly optimistic ;) Wish me luck guys.
I've always been able to partially control my dreams... Once I realize I'm dreaming (and I usually do) I can rewrite them as I see fit. I can't control the outcome, but I am able to 'rewind.'
Scene:
I'm walking down a long corridor, harsh flourescant light glaring on bare, chalky white walls and clean tile floor. The walking seems endless, although I know my destination must be at the other end of the hall.... (wait, such prophetic, creepy certainty only happens in dreams. I'm dreaming. And the decor is getting on my nerves)
...I'm walking down a tunnel deep inside a cavern, torches mounted on the wall casting a flickering glow against the rough granite.... (wait, I'm sure my destiny isn't quite as murky and gloomy as this)
...I'm walking down an opulent hallway with rich crimson carpeting and cream walls, the glow from the ornate chandeliers glinting against the gilded frames of portraits (better) that watch my trek (creepy)
...that seem to smile serenely as I pass, and finally I come to a door. Taking a deep breath, I turn the knob and...
it's locked. (how anti-climactic)
it opens into an empty room (how typical)
it opens into a vast nothingness (what?!?!?)
it opends into a vault filled with money, and I swim in it, a la Scrooge McDuck (tee hee)
it's my friends!
family!
lover!
multiple lovers!
At any rate, I can usually choose-my-own-adventure my way through my dreams, just continually rewinding until I'm satisfied enough to move on. Lately I've realized that I'm living my life the same way, but without the abilty to rewind. I accept everything that happens to me with a sense of calm, like I can just erase it, and eventually a desirable path will open itself up to me. I've been far too passive. I think I need to start taking a more active role in my life, as ridiculous as it sounds. I'm sick of being a spectator.
Ah joy. Am fairly optimistic ;) Wish me luck guys.