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From my night of broken sleep, I managed to piece together another hour of sleep in the early morning, but while I was in that in-between zone of sleep and dreary wakefulness, I think I had an experience with lucid dreaming, or at least a flirtation with it.
Lucid dreaming is one of those ideas that I have been by turns both shy and curious about. A recent post at InspirePlease brought the subject back to mind, containing a paragraph or two on the matter. What I took from it is that one ought to strain to keep from falling asleep at night while lying on your back in bed, and this will create a kind of suspended state for your consciousness so that you will begin to dream, and you will be aware that you are dreaming, and in this position, one can exert some control over the dream.
Now I wasn’t trying to dream lucidly last night. I very much wanted to sleep. But in this fretful tossing and turning, I feel as though I might have stumbled into that suspended state, because all of a sudden, I saw myself outside on a autumnal day with a number of cats around me, and I said aloud to myself, “I am dreaming, I am dreaming!”
Though, I didn’t feel like I was exerting any particular control. I simply bent down and started petting cats. They were not my cats, but neither were they feral. I noticed that one cat looked badly off, ghastly thin and sickly, and although I try to avoid feeding stray cats, not wanting to create another kitten farm, I had to try to feed this cat, which looked on the verge of death. I was standing there for a moment worrying about the cat wandering off when I went to fetch some food --
And the dream or the memory of my dream switched to another dream.
I am in the house, and I look out the window to see Pop and maybe Jack in the car about to take off, and I just remembered that it is Pizza Day, and I forgot to remind Pop. Then I see Mother still inside getting ready to join them, and I am relieved to give her the message that it’s Pizza Day. In the middle of doing this, I have another one of those self-conscious moments that I am obviously inside a dream since Mother has been dead for over ten years, and this time I seem to exert some control over this dream.
I forget about the damn pizza and I start waving her to come to me and I walk to her, and I start hugging her. I don’t know if I was really controlling the dream, though, because I would have let this moment last a bit longer and said more, told her that I miss her and love her, but I awoke again instead.
Still, if the cost of lucid dreaming is this kind of fractured sleep, I think I need a good night's rest more.
(Courtesy of InspirePlease)
Lucid dreaming is one of those ideas that I have been by turns both shy and curious about. A recent post at InspirePlease brought the subject back to mind, containing a paragraph or two on the matter. What I took from it is that one ought to strain to keep from falling asleep at night while lying on your back in bed, and this will create a kind of suspended state for your consciousness so that you will begin to dream, and you will be aware that you are dreaming, and in this position, one can exert some control over the dream.
Now I wasn’t trying to dream lucidly last night. I very much wanted to sleep. But in this fretful tossing and turning, I feel as though I might have stumbled into that suspended state, because all of a sudden, I saw myself outside on a autumnal day with a number of cats around me, and I said aloud to myself, “I am dreaming, I am dreaming!”
Though, I didn’t feel like I was exerting any particular control. I simply bent down and started petting cats. They were not my cats, but neither were they feral. I noticed that one cat looked badly off, ghastly thin and sickly, and although I try to avoid feeding stray cats, not wanting to create another kitten farm, I had to try to feed this cat, which looked on the verge of death. I was standing there for a moment worrying about the cat wandering off when I went to fetch some food --
And the dream or the memory of my dream switched to another dream.
I am in the house, and I look out the window to see Pop and maybe Jack in the car about to take off, and I just remembered that it is Pizza Day, and I forgot to remind Pop. Then I see Mother still inside getting ready to join them, and I am relieved to give her the message that it’s Pizza Day. In the middle of doing this, I have another one of those self-conscious moments that I am obviously inside a dream since Mother has been dead for over ten years, and this time I seem to exert some control over this dream.
I forget about the damn pizza and I start waving her to come to me and I walk to her, and I start hugging her. I don’t know if I was really controlling the dream, though, because I would have let this moment last a bit longer and said more, told her that I miss her and love her, but I awoke again instead.
Still, if the cost of lucid dreaming is this kind of fractured sleep, I think I need a good night's rest more.
(Courtesy of InspirePlease)
