Lucid.
Craziest dreams last night!
For starters, I think I was out for the count as soon as my head hit the pillow. Traveling does that to me, I suppose. It was the kind of sleep where I could actually feel myself slipping out of consciousness, and whatever was on my mind as I was drifting out started to paint vivid pictures.
A few ideas played out in my head, but in the most vivid, I was running from someone. An intense feeling of urgency came over me, but I wasn’t afraid. I remember falling hard. It should have hurt, but it didn’t. The realization shocked me at first but I quickly became aware that I was asleep, and for the first time in a while, I didn’t wake up.
Now… There’s a difference, for me at least, between actually being self-aware as I dream, and just knowing that I’m dreaming (which happens to me quite often.) Sometimes a dream is so vivid and, well… dreamlike, that something will chime in and tell me its not real, though I’ll be unable to do anything to affect the scenario. This time, however, the realization that I was asleep jarred me so much that I was actually able to act purposefully.
The chase abruptly ended. Don’t know who I was running from, but they must have lost interest.
Of course, being the kind of weirdo who’s read more than several articles about lucid dreaming, the first thing I felt the need to do was to find a reflection of myself. Just so happened that then and there, right behind me, was a full-on wall mirror. Funny what the brain can do. I looked.
In retrospect, I wish I hadn’t fucked with it, because what I saw was an eerie, shadowed reflection of myself who’s features were distorted to the point of scaring me enough to force myself awake. The sensation of being in control was awesome, nevertheless, and I wasn’t really that bummed out. Next time I should probably just try flying… Or shooting spaghetti out of my finger-tips.
