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Lucid Dream Experiment #7

2004-08-27T14:39:29+00:00

At the insistence of sister sledge and the instigation of brother wonko, I am posting another attempt at lucid dreaming.

The night’s dreams did not get a scintillating start, as I first dreamt my co-workers and I were having a competition to see who was best at using the new photocopier. At some point in the wee sma’s, however, things got interesting.

I found myself in a clearing in a South American rain forest, outside some sturdy temporary housing built for a scientific expedition of which I was a member. Three of us stood about in the clearing, discussing our latest discovery: me, my brother (Nope, I don’t have a brother. Good catch!), and some incarnation of Joxer, the bumbling good-natured Ted Raimi character from Xena. Whatever we’d discovered, it was pretty neat, so we piled into the expedition’s airplane to carry the news to the outside world.

This airplane was bright yellow, along the lines of a biplane, but terribly small. The pilot had his own cockpit, but there was one long cockpit that seemed much like a burlap sack into which the rest of us had to fit. Whether burdened by the excess people or by the conventional reluctance of things that should fly to do so in my dreams, the little toy biplane simply would not take off. We taxied ’round and ’round, until finally we heard that a terribly dangerous gang of bikers (Yes, bikers in a jungle. Your point?) was on its way to pillage and destroy indiscriminately.

Suddenly, taking off seemed a little more crucial than it had when only Science had been at stake! We taxied around a bit more, and managed at last to gain the air. We were rising, rising, out of the clearing and high into the air. The bikers roared into the clearing below, and just as we were about to be lost to their sight above the trees, the plane blew up.

Luckily, we all seemed to have rainbow guidable parachutes for just such an eventuality, and were tethered together. In fact, my companions seemed so unconcerned I concluded the plane had been meant to explode all along. We glided along towards the river, and the bikers changed course to intercept us.

We landed without event on an old wrecked riverboat mired at an angle in the mud. A number of vague acquaintances of ours were there, seeking a hiding place from the bikers. They were friendly enough, but very impractical, as their wearing black suits in the jungle attested, and while they had handguns, they seemed to know little about them, and kept pointing them at friendly people, including myself.

The bikers appeared, lining up between us and the sheltering jungles, their laughter as deep and menacing as their engine sounds. I really don’t want to die like this, I thought. Piffle, you won’t! I replied, Do you REALLY think this is happening?

Well, when I put it like that — I hazily grasped that this was a dream, and, as if in automatic response to the realization, I raised one fist and blasted up through the roof, flying swiftly and surely into the air. (Much easier than usual!)

Suddenly, as I paused in midair above the boat, two things happened. The dream started trying to take control back, and I decided I had to rescue my friends. My lucidity began to fade, but the dream came up against the thorny problem of having a heroine flying confidently above the banks of the Amazon. So the dream settled the matter at once, and suddenly I was blonde and wearing a suspiciously familiar red and blue costume with a distinctive golden ‘S’ shield on the chest. I swooped back through the hole I’d made in the roof and rejoined my friends.

My brother looked at me, and I realized with a bit of a shock that my brother was Joss Whedon. He didn’t seem at all surprised that I was Supergirl — but, of course, supplied the dream, I had saved his life a bazillion times, of course he knew. He had only saved my life once, when we were kids, from a vampire — and he’d created an entire television franchise about a blonde superpowered girl who can kill vampires without her brother’s help just to needle me.

With a grin at my pesky kid brother, I zoomed out of the wreck and started laying waste to the biker gang with casual ease and flying super-strong fists.

Then I woke up. It was a good dream.

Lucid Dream Experiment #6

2004-07-26T17:07:14+00:00

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?