A swing and a miss...HOME RUN!
Apr. 10th, 2008 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariI did it! I FINALLY DID IT!
In my dreams, I can't do anything I can't do in real life. I'm pretty tied to a set of physics that works here AND there. I can't fly, I can't read thoughts, I can't teleport (purposely, outside of shifting scenes you usually get in dreams). Fighting is done with punches and kicks, sometimes weapons, although ususally I ignore the attacks till the fighter gets bored, stops, or realizes I'm not hurt or reacting. In short, despite some fantastic dreams, they're pretty tied to physics. also, I can almost never tell if I'm in a dream or not, no matter how outlandish. In my drems everything makes sense, even when it doesn't.
The Bendryl plan has hurt me far more than it helped. 1 - I still couldn't get to sleep...I took it too late to be effective. 2 - It's dogged me ALL ALL ALL day. I can't wake up. I'm literally fighting sleep by walking around the place to get circulation moving, and trying not to sleep between calls. When lunch came, I went home, touched my bed, and was out like a light.
I was dreaming that I was in an area of my old neighborhood, near where my friend Amber lived. In the real world, this looks exactly like it did when I was a kid. In my dream world, though, it has recently gone through a TON of urbanization (the Zoning Commission must have been asleep, or taking some serious kickbacks). The cult-de-sac at Amber's place was completely rippd up and made into a storm drain/artificial river area (houses on the north were torn down and an apartment complex put up). I was walking down themiddle of this river when it occured to me - this isn't the real cult-de-sac...this is the DREAM one.
Immediately, I was lucid dreaming. I knew it was a dream, and I was an active participant, instead of mindlessly going from one thing to another. I decided it was time to finally, FINALLY try to fly. I jumped...and came right back down. I jumped again, came right back down. It also didn't help that I was on an incline, with running water, and everytime I landed I slipped a bit down the ramp.
Then I remembered Tom Servo trying to to fly by jumping off the Satellite of Love's desk and "missing" the floor. I hunkered down felt, made sure to feel the water at my shoes, and the creaking of muscles in my legs and jumped. At the apex of the jump, I wished the ground away. And I missed it. :)
I couldn't tell if I was flying in any direction, ahd any control, or was just going straight down, there was no frame of reference (clouds were on the horizon, no ground below me (just deeper darker blue the farther down you looked) and a sun that stayed in one spot, but I flelt like I was banking and pitching. I even felt like I could will my self to stop and hover from the feeling of air on my face.
I woke up a few minutes later as the alarm went off, and while I'm STILL fighting sleep, that was the best feeling I've had in a long long long while. :) Hope now that I've done it once, I can do it again. :D
In my dreams, I can't do anything I can't do in real life. I'm pretty tied to a set of physics that works here AND there. I can't fly, I can't read thoughts, I can't teleport (purposely, outside of shifting scenes you usually get in dreams). Fighting is done with punches and kicks, sometimes weapons, although ususally I ignore the attacks till the fighter gets bored, stops, or realizes I'm not hurt or reacting. In short, despite some fantastic dreams, they're pretty tied to physics. also, I can almost never tell if I'm in a dream or not, no matter how outlandish. In my drems everything makes sense, even when it doesn't.
The Bendryl plan has hurt me far more than it helped. 1 - I still couldn't get to sleep...I took it too late to be effective. 2 - It's dogged me ALL ALL ALL day. I can't wake up. I'm literally fighting sleep by walking around the place to get circulation moving, and trying not to sleep between calls. When lunch came, I went home, touched my bed, and was out like a light.
I was dreaming that I was in an area of my old neighborhood, near where my friend Amber lived. In the real world, this looks exactly like it did when I was a kid. In my dream world, though, it has recently gone through a TON of urbanization (the Zoning Commission must have been asleep, or taking some serious kickbacks). The cult-de-sac at Amber's place was completely rippd up and made into a storm drain/artificial river area (houses on the north were torn down and an apartment complex put up). I was walking down themiddle of this river when it occured to me - this isn't the real cult-de-sac...this is the DREAM one.
Immediately, I was lucid dreaming. I knew it was a dream, and I was an active participant, instead of mindlessly going from one thing to another. I decided it was time to finally, FINALLY try to fly. I jumped...and came right back down. I jumped again, came right back down. It also didn't help that I was on an incline, with running water, and everytime I landed I slipped a bit down the ramp.
Then I remembered Tom Servo trying to to fly by jumping off the Satellite of Love's desk and "missing" the floor. I hunkered down felt, made sure to feel the water at my shoes, and the creaking of muscles in my legs and jumped. At the apex of the jump, I wished the ground away. And I missed it. :)
I couldn't tell if I was flying in any direction, ahd any control, or was just going straight down, there was no frame of reference (clouds were on the horizon, no ground below me (just deeper darker blue the farther down you looked) and a sun that stayed in one spot, but I flelt like I was banking and pitching. I even felt like I could will my self to stop and hover from the feeling of air on my face.
I woke up a few minutes later as the alarm went off, and while I'm STILL fighting sleep, that was the best feeling I've had in a long long long while. :) Hope now that I've done it once, I can do it again. :D
