I mentioned this in my last post, but figured I should give more detail:
Many people have flying dreams, and I guess I’m no different. The interesting thing about my flying is how it works. I remember the first time I flew in a dream. Back at the big field/yard between my house and my next-door-neighbor's/best friend's yard in Oklahoma, a dog was chasing me (I was afraid of most dogs, when I was younger). Suddenly, as my legs were still making the motions for running, I began to lift off the ground. Takeoff was a bit shaky, but soon I was actually up! Actually, my flights are always a bit jerky, and the jerks correspond to how I move my legs, which in mid-air seems more like bicycling than running. After that, I tended to have many flying dreams (though I haven’t had one recently), and the flying always worked the same way: just like riding a bicycle, I never forgot how! Something I eventually started doing was to start my flights from some high point, then jump as high as I could - this made takeoff a bit more effortless. Sometimes I flew very high, but I usually try to stay relatively close to the ground (no taller than a skyscraper, perhaps?), because I was always worried about landing. It takes alot of cycling power to keep myself in the air. I was always worried that I would get up too high, run out of energy, then begin plumetting to the ground (gaining 32.2 ft/s of velocity every second), with no energy left for breaking. However, though my dream landings (which seem to be much fewer than my takeoffs) can be less-than smooth, I have never crashed in a dream. Perhaps if I ever have a lucid flying dream I should try to crash and see what happens?
Note: with the inception (no pun intended... ok, well, maybe it was just a little intended) of my lucid dreaming, this isn't the only way for me to fly in a dream.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
There's a First Time for Everything
So, last night, I finally had a lucid dream!
As far back as I can remember in the dream, I was lying in bed (the house isn't one that I recognized) and singing to myself (more like humming, too muffled for actual words), and there was moonlight coming in through an open, though screened window (we really did have our window open in the bedroom that night). I remember being somewhat worried that there was someone out there, and that they would hear me (and come and get me, like a criminal or something - but I was just enjoying singing so much that I didn't want to stop). I felt somewhat spooked, perhaps I was singing to calm myself? Somehow I merged into another scene where I was coming down a small set of steps (from outside, in the same house, still at night, and everything very dim: moonlight upstairs, dimmed artificial lights downstairs).
The whole dream seemed to have not lasted very long, but this next part went by especially fast. I felt that everything was happening all at once, chronistic superpositioning or transpositioning. The order of events, as much as there was any order, seemed somewhat illogical (I realized I was dreaming after seeing the ‘ghostly me’, but the double vision of which the figure seemed a part did not begin until I pushed my finger against the wall and seemed to be sensing two walls, one visual, and one visual and physical).
{I looked up on the wall, and saw a tile plaque that said something like “She has her hands upon your shoulders” (it was the kind of plaque that one would expect to say “Home Is Where the Heart Is” or something like that, and it too was seen in double vision) - and I felt that this was meant in a very ominous sense. Suddenly, there was a ghostly x-rayish energy figure of myself standing behind me, with both hands stretched out and resting on my shoulders. Somehow I had the perspective of seeing the figure behind me, and seeing myself at the same time. However, I did not have the physical sensation of anything touching me. Then it occurred to me that I might be dreaming (because I couldn’t feel the hands on my shoulds, and the plaque implied that I would? The ghostly me really wasn't scaring me at all, but the plaque motto, and general atmosphere was spooky). I pushed my finger against the wall, to see if it would pass through. It went through about an inch, or maybe less, then met resistance. Everything suddenly appeared in double-vision. I realized I was lucid dreaming. It immediately occurred to me to try to fly (I did not stop to think about what to do, this just seemed the natural thing to do). I did not fly as I have in other dreams, with bicycle-like leg motions powering my movement. I simply willed myself to begin floating upwards. I think the double-vision effects subsided as I began to rise upwards}
I began floating about this house. I think I went down another flight of stairs (floating above the steps), and into a bathroom there. My mom was there, looking in a mirror and fixing her hair or applying make-up. She had her back towards me, I did not look in the mirror to see her face (or mine), I just recognized her gray head. I had a feeling that I wanted to get her attention, to haunt her or scare her as revenge for something (though I don't know what). I was still floating in the air behind her. I was trying to make a loud noise, but all I seemed to be able to get out was a muffled and frustrated “Grrrrrr...” I woke up with a start, my heart beating somewhat fast and my breathing fast as well. I sat partly up in bed, and was still making the muffled “Grrrr...” I realized I had wakened up. I exclaimed to Adrian (I wasn't sure if he was awake) that I had just had a lucid dream. He said “Cool. What about?” and I said “Flying.” The clock said 12:35. Then I lay back down to rehearse the details in my mind so that I would not forget. The next morning I confirmed with Adrian that we had actually had that brief conversation, just in case I had dreamt that too.
As far back as I can remember in the dream, I was lying in bed (the house isn't one that I recognized) and singing to myself (more like humming, too muffled for actual words), and there was moonlight coming in through an open, though screened window (we really did have our window open in the bedroom that night). I remember being somewhat worried that there was someone out there, and that they would hear me (and come and get me, like a criminal or something - but I was just enjoying singing so much that I didn't want to stop). I felt somewhat spooked, perhaps I was singing to calm myself? Somehow I merged into another scene where I was coming down a small set of steps (from outside, in the same house, still at night, and everything very dim: moonlight upstairs, dimmed artificial lights downstairs).
The whole dream seemed to have not lasted very long, but this next part went by especially fast. I felt that everything was happening all at once, chronistic superpositioning or transpositioning. The order of events, as much as there was any order, seemed somewhat illogical (I realized I was dreaming after seeing the ‘ghostly me’, but the double vision of which the figure seemed a part did not begin until I pushed my finger against the wall and seemed to be sensing two walls, one visual, and one visual and physical).
{I looked up on the wall, and saw a tile plaque that said something like “She has her hands upon your shoulders” (it was the kind of plaque that one would expect to say “Home Is Where the Heart Is” or something like that, and it too was seen in double vision) - and I felt that this was meant in a very ominous sense. Suddenly, there was a ghostly x-rayish energy figure of myself standing behind me, with both hands stretched out and resting on my shoulders. Somehow I had the perspective of seeing the figure behind me, and seeing myself at the same time. However, I did not have the physical sensation of anything touching me. Then it occurred to me that I might be dreaming (because I couldn’t feel the hands on my shoulds, and the plaque implied that I would? The ghostly me really wasn't scaring me at all, but the plaque motto, and general atmosphere was spooky). I pushed my finger against the wall, to see if it would pass through. It went through about an inch, or maybe less, then met resistance. Everything suddenly appeared in double-vision. I realized I was lucid dreaming. It immediately occurred to me to try to fly (I did not stop to think about what to do, this just seemed the natural thing to do). I did not fly as I have in other dreams, with bicycle-like leg motions powering my movement. I simply willed myself to begin floating upwards. I think the double-vision effects subsided as I began to rise upwards}
I began floating about this house. I think I went down another flight of stairs (floating above the steps), and into a bathroom there. My mom was there, looking in a mirror and fixing her hair or applying make-up. She had her back towards me, I did not look in the mirror to see her face (or mine), I just recognized her gray head. I had a feeling that I wanted to get her attention, to haunt her or scare her as revenge for something (though I don't know what). I was still floating in the air behind her. I was trying to make a loud noise, but all I seemed to be able to get out was a muffled and frustrated “Grrrrrr...” I woke up with a start, my heart beating somewhat fast and my breathing fast as well. I sat partly up in bed, and was still making the muffled “Grrrr...” I realized I had wakened up. I exclaimed to Adrian (I wasn't sure if he was awake) that I had just had a lucid dream. He said “Cool. What about?” and I said “Flying.” The clock said 12:35. Then I lay back down to rehearse the details in my mind so that I would not forget. The next morning I confirmed with Adrian that we had actually had that brief conversation, just in case I had dreamt that too.
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