Lucid dreams really are the best. There is nothing more exciting or empowering than having total control of your dream. And that moment in your dream when you realize you’re dreaming? So incredible.
In Dream Town last night I was driving a car. That’s right. I was driving. Not someone else. I’ve been working on this. I’ve had dreams in which I am the passenger, or I’m in the backseat, and the message has been to get in the driver’s seat of my own life – which I’ve been working on doing in my waking life. Last night it was confirmed that I AM becoming the driver of my life.
I was driving in the alley behind my grandparent’s house but I kept losing control of the car. It was skidding and swerving, ready to crash at any moment. I regained control, but lost control, regained control, and lost control. Eventually I was like, “WHAT GIVES?!?”
And I realized…Ohhh! I’m dreaming. Hello, Dream Town.
I stopped the car, took some deep breaths, and walked toward my grandparent’s house. I called out the to the dream, “I need a dream character to give me guidance please. Tato? (my dad), Baba? (my grandmother), Gido? (my grandfather)…”
And there, walking slowly down the steps of the yard, was my Gido. He looked strong and handsome the way he was in his prime. Cigarette hanging out of his mouth, shirt open revealing no scars from the heart operations. I asked him something profound, yet vague. One of those, “What do I need to be working on in life,” things (I seriously need new material). He answered me but I didn’t understand. I asked him to repeat himself, and he did, but again, I didn’t understand. One more time. Nada. Ok, fine!
We stood in the yard awhile until he asked to go for a drive. I was excited. He & I always drove around town, visiting his friends and the junk stores. I was the driver, he was the passenger. So here was my chance to continue being there for him AND a chance to be the driver in my dreams. But as we approached the car, he went for the driver’s seat.
And you know what? That felt ok.
Because now I know that I have become the driver in my life, and he has become the driver in his afterlife.
(Because instant gratification is exactly what I need…my little girl just brought her homework to me and the first question begins, “Jean has 10 fish.” Oh look. More fish. Again. But guess what else? My grandfather went by several variations of his Ukrainian name…one of which was Gene). You can’t make this up if you tried.
If you’re inspired by my dreams, and want to learn to remember yours, take a look at my introductory dream program – 5 Nights Of Dreaming.
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