Lucid Dream Experiment #6

Monday July 26, 2004 @ 05:07 PM (UTC)

Okay, I’m not entirely certain I’ve had five attempts at lucid dreaming before. But it’s as good a number as any. One of my English teachers in high school told me that his wife (another beloved English teacher) dreamt lucidly all the time. ‘You can train yourself to do it,’ said he, ‘Every time you realize you’re dreaming, you try to take control—trying to fly is a good way of doing it—and it gets easier over time.’ The possibilities bloomed before me. My own personal Holodeck, I thought! (Yes, I am a geek) Endless fun and risk-free adventure, I thought! So whenever I remember, I go to sleep thinking about remembering I’m dreaming…(I don’t remember to think this often) and whenever I realize I’m dreaming and don’t immediately wake up, I try to fly.

I’ve had severely limited success. Once, I felt I was flying, but I couldn’t both fly and open my eyes. Most times I have just hopped frustratedly about. Occasionally I think I’ve managed to fly a few feet, only to be grounded again as soon as I alight for any purpose.

Last night, I had a perfectly ridiculous dream. I was gaming with Matt, Wonko, Lissell, Bedrick, and Grizelda (as far as I can remember and as far as dreams have static cast.) I heard someone trying to get into the house (something I fear). I hoped it was just a noise, but I looked out the glass sliding door, and I saw a big brown bear! (Yes, griz, I dreamt about a bear. Your ursine nightmares are catching.) He was scratching the glass door, then trying to shoulder it open. He failed.

“You think you’re safe in there,” he said, or words to that effect, “but” (and this part I recall quite clearly) “I have a Potion of Enlargement!” (have I mentioned I’m a big geek?) The bear dug in a belt at his waist, and glugged down a vial. Immediately, he grew, his glossy brown coat expanding like a balloon, and his normal bear-face growing flatter and dome-browed. He looked a strange and mythic bear, his eyes in vast orbital ridges like the curves of paint in a Coastal Tribe painting…and he threw his great bulk against the door he almost blotted out.

“Call the people who deal with these things!” someone said.

“Who would that be?”

“The Monster Department?” I queried, and we set about calling the Monster Department. But lo! Halfway through our phonecall, the bear disappeared from our worries (and therefore the stage), as I looked out my window into the park (now separating my house from a large industrial building, not more houses) and saw a 12-foot tall Godzilla walk into it!

Godzilla was grey, and very old-school and rubber-suitly. He stamped on some toy cars left in the park, and waded out into the pond. We informed the Monster Department just as he grew to near-conventional sizes and began laying waste to the industrial building which was, of course, full of Japanese people. (I promise, I’ve never even seen an old-school Godzilla movie.)

We were very frightened, and whenever people left the industrial building they were crushed or eaten, so we were nervous about leaving our house. As we discussed this, Godzilla’s head loomed up behind the grey building, larger than a hill, and he said, “If you leave I’ll kill you!”, reinforcing the threat by stretching an arm across the lake to tap at the window. Suddenly my friend Kug (EAKugler hereabouts) was beside me and he smiled a smile of superior geek knowledge.

“He can kill us without even touching us,” he said importantly.

Suddenly, Wonko, Grizelda and I were outside, in the woods, observing the rather beat-up looking red Power-Armored soldiers and robots that had arrived from the Government to deal with Godzilla. They piled onto red Endor-style speeders that were attached to an amusement park ride and lifted off, breaking free of the arms of the ride.

“They don’t inspire much confidence,” said Grizelda.

“So, what should we do now?” said Wonko.

“We could go back to the — hey, wait, how did we get out of the house?” said I. My companions did not answer. We were certainly not slain by Godzilla’s might, and I certainly didn’t remember eluding him. The scales did the proverbial eye-thing, and I realized it was a dream. Abandoning my companions, I set about jumping off logs in order to fly. I think I managed to skim a little, and found myself in a hangar full of government types monitoring the Godzilla threat, with a Baskin Robbins team giving out samples in the corner. After eating some ice cream flavors I missed from my childhood but which never actually existed, I started attempting to fly again.

HOP. Hop-glide-land. Hop. HOP. Hop-glide-rise…it was working! I swooped among the rafters, tried to increase my speed with various superheroic poses, accidentally flew backwards, and generally had a lovely time.

“What I really should do,” I thought, emboldened by my power, “is go defeat Godzilla.” Having read a lot of X-Men recently, I started trying to throw lightning bolts. Lemme tell you, Storm makes that look easy. It isn’t.

Still trying to shoot lightning out of my hands, I decided to find Godzilla first, and perform better under pressure. Somehow I thought that doing optic blasts would be WAY easier. I tried to ignore niggling thoughts of Godzilla’s atomic breath.

I swooped outside, flying low to the ground. On some bleachers outside, a person in a suit with a clipboard was interrogating Spike. Apparently he hadn’t made his evil quota. Swooping around the corner, I was sure I would come across Godzilla! But instead, I found some more suits mediating a conflict between Angelus and Darla over who got to write a specific situation report. I pouted and woke up.

Who knows, maybe the suits were from the Government, and the Monster Department is well-named?


Sorry. Those bears seem to be following me everwhere in Dreamland. I think I may have deciphered them, but as a “rational” person I will say no more.

As soon as I master the feat of lucid dreaming, I’m going to attempt extralucid dreaming. With any luck, I’ll soon be adept at controlling my actions in other people’s dreams!

You mean so that when your friend goes soaring off like a superhero, you don’t get left behind at the empty speeder-bike ride?

Do you ever watch the Sopranos? The last season had a bear wandering into their backyard from time to time (in New Jersey!), and it’s symbolic of something. (I couldn’t find one good article, but google Sopranos bear symbol (or something like that.)) My impression was that it was id or maleness.

I love this dream! It is hilarious. Make sure and post more dreams.

Huh! That’s funny, I thought I was copping out :p

What is particularly funny is that grizelda’s bear dreams started about the same time we played in a “Call of Cthulhu” one-shot (it’s a horror RPG) when Garrison was here—in which Garrison’s friend from Southern Oregon played a character who was scared of “bears, and construction equipment. You know, things that move on their own!” It was this big running joke, we laughed and laughed about the bears…and then the next day Grizelda is blogging about bear dreams. (Grizelda wasn’t in the Call of Cthulhu game)

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