Dreaming
Recently, I've tried to have lucid dreams, ones in which I know that I am dreaming and so can make them into what I want them to be. So far, while they have been interesting and fun, I haven't really gotten any control. I suppose I'll keep at it. It is a skill with great rewards that outweigh the efforts. One suggested exercise is to record your dreams as best you can when you wake up. This is what I will try to do here. I welcome any comments.
It began on a plane. I remember there being at least 2 other people with me, an old man, and this girl that I am interested in from school. Somehow we crash over an island. The girl and I rescue the unconsious man and bring him to the beach. There are knives and scissors spread all around the beach. The next scene is me waking up and talking to her. The man is still just laying there among the knives. The girl and I get to talking and she smiles at me a lot. Somehow we get on to politics and she says that "Bush should apoligize for his mistakes, especially the last three." I get the impression bleeding heart liberal and suddenly the old man throws a knife and it pierces her chest. Oddly, I'm not afraid or sad. I start picking up scissors and throwing them back at him. I hit him at least three times but then I woke up.
It was an odd dream and should have been sadder, but strangely the memory of her smiling at me left me happy upon waking. I don't know, I guess my need for love overpowered my anger or sadness at death. Perhaps I did become lucid at that moment and I knew it wasn't real. Either way. I felt really odd and think I stared when I saw her today in the halls. SHe looked pale, but especially pretty.
Well, this is my first recording, perhaps I will have another tonight.
It began on a plane. I remember there being at least 2 other people with me, an old man, and this girl that I am interested in from school. Somehow we crash over an island. The girl and I rescue the unconsious man and bring him to the beach. There are knives and scissors spread all around the beach. The next scene is me waking up and talking to her. The man is still just laying there among the knives. The girl and I get to talking and she smiles at me a lot. Somehow we get on to politics and she says that "Bush should apoligize for his mistakes, especially the last three." I get the impression bleeding heart liberal and suddenly the old man throws a knife and it pierces her chest. Oddly, I'm not afraid or sad. I start picking up scissors and throwing them back at him. I hit him at least three times but then I woke up.
It was an odd dream and should have been sadder, but strangely the memory of her smiling at me left me happy upon waking. I don't know, I guess my need for love overpowered my anger or sadness at death. Perhaps I did become lucid at that moment and I knew it wasn't real. Either way. I felt really odd and think I stared when I saw her today in the halls. SHe looked pale, but especially pretty.
Well, this is my first recording, perhaps I will have another tonight.