Lucid dreams are so great. If you haven’t had one, let’s work on that. If you have, I know you agree.
In Dream Town last night, I was in a hospital with a stroller, my husband, and the cast of Fauda. If you haven’t seen the show here’s the brief synopsis. There are bad guys and there are really bad guys. We’re with the bad guys and the really bad guys are looking for us. We turn a corner, they turn a corner. Suddenly bullets are flying and my husband gets blown to bits by a machine gun. I look at the shooter, then my husband, and think…this is ridiculous. This isn’t real. I’m dreaming. And I’m excited to be lucid, so I take deep breaths to chill out and maintain lucidity.
I decided to change the hospital setting to my childhood home and soon the hospital hallway becomes the upstairs hallway. I walked into my sister’s room and started mentally putting things where they belong. Her bed against that wall, the dresser over there, and…hmmm…what goes over there? I can’t remember and I felt myself losing the dream so I made my way to the window. My plan was to jump out of it and fly because I knew I was dreaming; obviously if I jump out I will fly and not die. But I couldn’t get the window open, so I ran downstairs and out the front door, passing by my late grandfather and grandmom, Baba (she’s still well by the way) as I ran through the front door.
I tried flapping my arms to fly but they fetl really heavy and it wasn’t easy to do. Much like if an elephant suddenly sprouted wings and decided to try to fly. I reminded myself I’m dreaming so it shouldn’t be hard. One last pump of the arms and I was flying. I decided to try things I haven’t tried. I flew to a tree to touch the leaves. I wanted to actually feel the leaves. And I did.
Then I flew to another tree and there was a faerie in the tree. I reached for a white flower. It was soft like silk, but then I saw honey bees so I pulled away quickly but not quick enough and I was stung. I felt it, but I thought it should have hurt more than it did. I went back into the house and my finger was swollen and bleeding. Someone is on the sofa and made a rude comment. I walked away and woke up.
Again, the cool factor of a lucid dream will never be lost on me. And looking back on the dream it all makes so much sense.
Follow along here. Yesterday – in waking life – I was in a situation that I didn’t like. Someone said something really shitty to me and I responded by putting myself down. Why? Why did I do that? What should I have said to her? What do you say to someone you barely know that puts you down? Now let’s look at the dream. I have total control of the dream, just like I have total control of my life. In my dream, I still got stung (which btw relates to being stung in waking life – being hurt, being attacked unexpectedly). So even though I had total control of the dream, I still got stung.
Again, I left the encounter yesterday being annoyed that I responded to this person by putting myself down. But what else could I have done or said? In my dream, I just got stung by this bee, and then I encounter another asshole that says something shitty. What did I do? I walked away. I said nothing, I just walked away and woke up.
So, I need to wake up. I need to just walk away when people say things I don’t like. I don’t need to be rude, and I absolutely don’t need to put myself down. I just need to walk away.
Be sure you’re following me everywhere so you don’t miss a thing!