Medford, Oregon, November 15, 2015 — A week ago, I had a lucid dream that went on for hours. I wondered if I could do it again. And the answer is yes and no.
No, I was not able to recreate the state — being conscious in the middle of a dream, knowing that I was dreaming, able to do whatever I wanted as the dream unfurled — at least, not the next night, nor the next.
And then last night, again I awoke around 3:30 and went to sit in the front room and there my meditation activities calmed the body and lower me down toward sleep, and soon enough I grew sleepy and trundled back to get comfy in my bed, and then …
… as I drifted down, down, down I felt a very-specific shift as I had felt a week ago. It’s hard to explain. The closest I can come is that it felt like a window was in front of me, and then the window opening moved toward me and went around me, and as the window opening enclosed my body, there was a warm feeling-shift of relaxation. As quick as the click of a lock, I’d changed from one being-state into another, as immediate as walking through a door. A door of wonder. And there I was, inside the dream, and knew it.
It Was Fun!
It mutated around like dreams do, with irrational changes of scene, and things mutating as you look away and look back. But it’s so much more fun when you KNOW it’s a dream! OK, so here’s what happened —
When first I entered the scene, I found myself walking across a field, a very large open space, in a city near the ocean, and the day was overcast grey overhead. The air felt cool but not chill, and as I walked through this weedy field, there was a large steel airplane ahead of me, apparently parked on the open field, nobody in sight.
Some steps led to the top surface of the airplane, and I clomped around on top of the airplane, but you know, actually there’s not all that much to see on top of an airplane, and now I wanted to go somewhere in the airplane, but the door were closed and so I wandered toward some buildings at the edge of the field.
The Community College
Going inside, it reminded me of a woodsy community college, but no students, only a gaggle of suburban housewives inside, sitting in something like a living room and drinking coffee. I asked one about getting a ticket to the airplane, and she pointed out the window where I saw trees and buildings, and when I glanced back she was wearing a grey one-piece uniform dress, with a little pair of wings.
She had transformed herself into an airline employee. Now isn’t that handy! She said I wouldn’t need a ticket and they’d be leaving soon.
I’ve no clue where I was going, but it was fun watching this all unfold. I knew I was dreaming, and then, as I left that building I realized that I’d lost my pants.
I know that’s suggestive, but I assure you my infatuation with stewardesses was cured long ago. But of course now I was thinking I needed some pants, before I ran into more housewives. So walked into the next building, which seemed to be a shop of some kind, and as I did, I decided I’d find a bag with my pants in it.
And sure enough, just inside the door and around a corner, a green canvas bag on the floor, something like a French book bag. I upturned it, and a pair of khaki pants fell into my hand. But I dropped them. And as they landed on the floor, they became both mammoth in size, and now bright purple with polkadots. Ugh!
Still, they were pants so I pulled them on. Then I got a bright idea.
I decided they’d have a “size” button to the right on the waistband, and sure enough, there was the button. As I pressed it, the pants changed their shape and their size, and then they just fit me perfectly. Now I want to be honest here. You shouldn’t think this dream was highly realistic. Because for one thing, I was a lot more slender in these pants than I’d been earlier when I went to bed.
But hey, it’s my dream, right?
Of course the pants were still a loud purple color. That was a problem.
So I imagined a “color” button to the left on the waistband. And there it was, immediately as I imagined it, it was there. Because imagining in a dream IS creating the images that seem so solid, there in that fluid reality. But back to my wonderful pants …
So with this neato color button, I just pressed and held the button and watched my pants go through a series of colors until I found a rich dark navy blue that I really really liked.
I don’t mind telling you, at that moment, I was one sharp dresser!
The Cool Workshop
There was more, a lot more. Next thing you know we were building guitars in a very large warehouse/workshop with huge tall ceilings, and I had two assistants. One was a rather gawky and very tall young woman who had a lot of difficulty listening accurately, and as a result fell off the elevated area where we were building some electrical stuff. She fell off twice. Once onto the floor where she seemed to bounce, and two minutes later she fell down between the platform and the wall.
The Resilient Girl
Luckily, I guess she was made of the resilient stuff of dreams, the same stuff that made the furniture, the roof, the ceiling, and the tools … for she suffered no harm. And didn’t seem to learn to listen any more carefully. I guess we’d call her happy go lucky.
And somehow, as is common in dreams, I didn’t marvel at the marvelous. But it was wonderful watching it grow and spin around me, like peeking into a fun-house mirror of the world, and I could change anything I wanted.
Goodbye Tonight, and Hello to Today!
Apparently this went on from 3:30 till around 6:30 in the morning. I kept putting off getting up, but finally I bid my nighttime vacation a happy goodbye and rose with a smile, just tickled to have another day, and delighted with all the fun.
Sometimes it just makes you wonder: what will tomorrow bring?
Or even, what will happen before we even get to tomorrow?
And one more thing: Man, I gotta get me a pair of those pants.