Saving the animalsI am going to help those little turtles. I need to run out into the road, stop the traffic, and save those poor creatures before they get washed away down the drain. The cars swerve as I make my way to the centre of the roundabout. I thrust my fingers into the gaps in the iron grate of the drain cover and lift. I move the cover free with little effort and…oh my God, there’s a kitten down there too. I quickly reach into the drain and grab them before they fall any further down into the abyss. Thankfully I manage to bring them all to safety. There are so many that I have to use my t-shirt as a makeshift cradle to carry them all. I make my way along the line of cars, looking for the bastard who was happy to send all these defenseless creatures to their dark and watery doom. I find the man in no time, and proceed to throw a barrage of profanity his way, but he is oblivious to the suffering he has caused. He is arrogant, nonchalant, and couldn’t care less. So I begin to twist his arm. I continue to twist it until it breaks with a satisfying Snap! I wake up.
That was just a weird dream I had last night, not the strangest ethereal wandering I’ve ever had—not by a long shot—but a dream nonetheless. Just another night-time escapade that leaves me wondering, what the hell was all that about? I don’t have any pet turtles, or kittens, and I haven’t saved anything from a drain recently. And, before you ask, I haven’t broken anyone’s arm either.
My obsession with lucid dreamsI have always found the subject of dreams fascinating, so when I discovered lucid dreaming and the creative potential thereof, I became obsessed. Lucid dreaming is when you become aware that you are dreaming from within the dream, and are subsequently able to take control of every aspect of the dream; the trick is to remain in the dream and not wake yourself up. I first learned about lucid dreaming about a year ago, since then I have only had one lucid dream—that I can remember—not through lack of trying though. Maybe I am trying too hard to have them.
My first lucid dreamMy lucid dream started off as a normal dream, by which I mean that I was unaware that I was dreaming. I was walking through a deserted fairground. Rollercoasters, merry-go-rounds, etc., stood motionless all about. I walked on until I came across a stairway which led down to a dark basement. I descended into the gloom. In the basement, I found about a dozen heavily armed police men. They were all sat against the walls, talking to each other. I couldn’t understand what they were saying so I ignored them and explored the basement. While I wandered among the cobwebs, I thought to myself, this is odd… And then the realisation dawned: This is a dream!
To confirm that I was indeed in a dream I performed a simple test (a reality check); I looked at my hand. I had read, in my waking life, that when dreaming, your hand usually looks strange in some way. Well strange would be an understatement, because at the end of each of my fingers and thumb were tiny heads. Each head was laughing while in the throes of some kind of insanity, the deranged heads continued their unhinged levity as small hands protruded from where their ears ought to be and waved excitedly at me. Yes! I was dreaming, and I knew I was dreaming, which meant I was having my first Lucid Dream.
All the police men fell silent and bowed their heads. It was if they were playing a trick on me, and I had worked it out. I became excited—which was my first mistake. I was God, I could do what ever I wanted: fly like Superman, travel through time and space, visit far off wondrous worlds, create fantastic worlds of my own… What should I do? Where should I go? I could not decide what to do next, what to do first—that was my second and last mistake. My first Lucid Dream was about to come to an abrupt end. The basement dissolved away as I ran. I was running down a suburban street, while frantically trying to decide what to do. The world around me flickered with images, a cascade of ideas without cohesion. I woke up. Damn!