Lucid Dreaming. Who Needs Drugs?
Donna Williams
June 07, 2006
I have had lucid dreaming for years. When I was a child I had night terrors which are basically like lucid dreaming whilst also sleep walking.
Lucid dreaming isn’t like usual dreams. It’s maybe like comparing a comic strip to the 3D film, like comparing a melody line to a full blown orchestral arrangement, like comparing the smell of mint to that of a Sunday roast. It’s simply got more depth, more complexity, its experienced with a greater wholeness of one’s entire being.
Lucid dreaming feels more real than waking life. You can feel the temperature under your feet feel the air in your lungs from the room you are in, feel surfaces with extreme tactile sense of anything you touch. You can move the perspective, turning the entire scene upside down, sideways, closeup, at a distance. You can turn sharks into dolphins. You can ever reassure yourself this is just a dream. You can urge yourself to open your eyes and see the physical reality around you then close them and the dream is there again. You can fly with a physicality that gives certainty you have known it not with your mind but your entire body, lungs, skin, nostrils, physical sense of space and movement. Lucid dreaming is mind blowing. It is either a place of extreme sanity or madness, I’m not sure which.
Lucid dreaming can also be immensely spiritual. Dead people visit me in my dreams, and in lucid dreaming. They speak in feelings, silently, a shared knowing. We walk together, we journey through changing atmospheres and space. I have galloped with ghost like fragments of horses, merging with them. I have rushed through long grass with no human body.
Lucid dreaming can be frightening. When some other emotional entity takes you on a tour and you are certain you are truly there in every element of your body and they morph night and day for you to make a cryptic point, illuminate structures and objects and the feel of places that is their story told directly to your heart.
Lucid dreaming is too rich a world for me, like living on rich chocolate cake. I wake wanting crackers. I need a life less tangible than this one that takes me in my sleep. And I am glad for normal dreaming, the stuff that is of consciousness unravelling, not the will-less abandoned plunging into the surrealism and infinite possibilities in my unconscious mind that is the playground of lucid dreaming.
Lucid dreaming is a split consciousness world where the conscious mind knocks now and then to say, ‘you still ok in there’, ‘it is only a dream’.
Donna Williams *)
author, artist, screenwriter, explorer.
www.donnawilliams.net
Lucid dreaming isn’t like usual dreams. It’s maybe like comparing a comic strip to the 3D film, like comparing a melody line to a full blown orchestral arrangement, like comparing the smell of mint to that of a Sunday roast. It’s simply got more depth, more complexity, its experienced with a greater wholeness of one’s entire being.
Lucid dreaming feels more real than waking life. You can feel the temperature under your feet feel the air in your lungs from the room you are in, feel surfaces with extreme tactile sense of anything you touch. You can move the perspective, turning the entire scene upside down, sideways, closeup, at a distance. You can turn sharks into dolphins. You can ever reassure yourself this is just a dream. You can urge yourself to open your eyes and see the physical reality around you then close them and the dream is there again. You can fly with a physicality that gives certainty you have known it not with your mind but your entire body, lungs, skin, nostrils, physical sense of space and movement. Lucid dreaming is mind blowing. It is either a place of extreme sanity or madness, I’m not sure which.
Lucid dreaming can also be immensely spiritual. Dead people visit me in my dreams, and in lucid dreaming. They speak in feelings, silently, a shared knowing. We walk together, we journey through changing atmospheres and space. I have galloped with ghost like fragments of horses, merging with them. I have rushed through long grass with no human body.
Lucid dreaming can be frightening. When some other emotional entity takes you on a tour and you are certain you are truly there in every element of your body and they morph night and day for you to make a cryptic point, illuminate structures and objects and the feel of places that is their story told directly to your heart.
Lucid dreaming is too rich a world for me, like living on rich chocolate cake. I wake wanting crackers. I need a life less tangible than this one that takes me in my sleep. And I am glad for normal dreaming, the stuff that is of consciousness unravelling, not the will-less abandoned plunging into the surrealism and infinite possibilities in my unconscious mind that is the playground of lucid dreaming.
Lucid dreaming is a split consciousness world where the conscious mind knocks now and then to say, ‘you still ok in there’, ‘it is only a dream’.
Donna Williams *)
author, artist, screenwriter, explorer.
www.donnawilliams.net
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