Four years ago, while sharing a motel room with a friend, I did something I rarely do [no not that]. I made the impetuous decision to both explain and demonstrate lucid dreaming. Well . . . I didn’t stop there. I took things slightly farther.
First, I explained as best I could what it’s like to be completely aware while both asleep, and in a state of dreaming. I can still remember the [oh yes] look on her face as I included such highlights as [always win the battles] and [wake my self up] if necessary.
As a child, I’d always believed everyone could control their dreams, changing, modifying, and resetting details along the way, particularly when things are attempting to twist and turn towards the nightmarishly undesirable. Apparently no . . . that’s not the case.
Shortly after our discussion, I fell asleep on my bed. Expecting company, my friend stayed up, watching and waiting for her visitor. As I watched the man walk down the sidewalk between buildings, I was able to discern both his appearance and what he was wearing. I believe I startled the woman, by sitting up and telling her that a man would be knocking on the door within ten seconds. If she wasn’t rattled then, I know she was when I decided to show off. Before the first knock came, I’d already given her a description of the man’s clothing.
Today, I know there’s a difference between showing off and needing to share something. Sometimes it’s helpful, sharing the uncomfortable in an effort to let it go, even if it’s only a small piece of a large puzzle.
February 22, 2020