I haven’t been lucid properly for a while. It was only after I had been talking about the subject recently that things have gradually started happening again. Boy, am I over the moon.
The way I always describe lucidity?
It’s like going to the movies, without buying a ticket, and you’re the star.
Fun Fact: One of my favourite artists, Salavador Dali, had lucid dreams constantly. You can see it in his paintings. The melting clocks, the elongated giraffes, it’s all there. There is such a twisted, wonderful stirred pot of fantasies and surreal images. At the same time, they can be just as normal as waking life.
Anyway, I didn’t expect to turn lucid this morning. Yes, I’d woken briefly at 8am….. but the idea that I’d ‘open my eyes’ to a living room I didn’t know….
There were these little steps, a door adjacent to me, and then J.K. Rowling was there. We didn’t speak much, but I saw tons of Potter memorabilia around us, including the books, but they were in dollshouse versions.
One of the best things ever was the moment I summoned my Dream Counsellor. It had been such a long time since I had seen him, and we shook hands, laughing together. “How have you been?!” “Very well, thank you.”
Unfortunately, I don’t remember everything at the minute. All I know? We sat down on the sofa, and others joined us. Turning to someone, I exclaimed that I prefer the lucid world. She nodded. On reflection, that’s probably not true, but it is fantastic to immerse myself in another reality, albeit one that feels just as vivid as my everyday life.
I went flying across a city at night, smelled leaves, and even made sure the lucid world didn’t disappear around me. By reaching out and touching your surroundings, you’re reassuring your subconscious that you belong here for now. Youre not ready to leave.
Whilst I was on the sofa, I remember thinking – quite comically – that I didn’t know what to do next. In truth, it has been at least seven months since I dissolved into this dreaming state. Normally? I plan activities,work out who I’d like to meet, what I’d like to do.
The funniest part of all this? I looked across a sunny landscape in a field, asking, “Why are there penguins on a hill?” There were at least five of them! A woman said, (and this is bang on) “…. because the ducks have shillets.” “Skillets?” “Shillets.”
Riiggght.
Next time, I will ask more questions to the void. Which ones? I’ll have a think, and also start rereading my books on the topic. I think I’ve mentioned everything so far, and as soon as I woke up, I grabbed my dreams journal.
More coming, hell yes, I’ll make sure of it.