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"A lucid dream, also known as conscious dream, is a dream in which the sleeper is aware that they are dreaming. When the dreamer is lucid, they can actively participate in and often manipulate the imaginary experiences in the dream environment. Lucid dreams can be extremely real and vivid depending on a person's level of self-awareness during the lucid dream." -- wikipedia.
I don't really get the full dream experience that often. I can count on one hand the number of satisfying lucid dreams I've had. It's an odd balancing act. If you're too aware, you jump right out. If you're a little less aware than that, you end up shifting to a day dream kind of state where it's more vivid imagining.
The best is when the dreaming part of your brain is still going on with the show and your awareness of it isn't really interfering with the script. Then you get to ride along, editing bits according to whim. Or just play in the VR environment. Eventually the awareness seems to overwhelm the thing and out you go.
The way you get a lucid dream is to somehow notice you're dreaming. There are all kinds of ways to do thing, lots of flaky books and techniques. I'm honestly too lazy for any of it. I know it's possible, that's enough for the rare amusement.
So I'm in deep, paralytic REM sleep; the best kind for this sort of thing. I don't recall all the details, a turned corner, a room, a dentist chair, I'm in a giant dome tent, still in a building. You know, dream logic. Keeping in mind, the absurdity of dreams isn't enough to make you aware of them. For some reason, I really have to relieve myself. A corner of the tent calls to me. No, I didn't wet the bed.
But as I'm being relieved, I start to worry about what I'm doing. This is simply something I'd never do in real life. Why am I doing such a crass thing? What am I thinking... and poof, I realize it's ok because it's a dream and I'm lucid. Whee, I'm lucid and so deep that the realization didn't bring me out. I start to look around. Is that a dog? What's with the tent? Should I just dive out the window and fly somewhere? ... did I wet the bed? Too late to worry. Can't help worrying. Dammit!
I can't even feel my body. I pull out of dream state as if surfacing from under ground. Everything is fine and I've lost the dream.
This little bit of nocturnal strangeness has haunted me all day. Sorry if it was too scatological, I would have left that out if possible.
I don't really get the full dream experience that often. I can count on one hand the number of satisfying lucid dreams I've had. It's an odd balancing act. If you're too aware, you jump right out. If you're a little less aware than that, you end up shifting to a day dream kind of state where it's more vivid imagining.
The best is when the dreaming part of your brain is still going on with the show and your awareness of it isn't really interfering with the script. Then you get to ride along, editing bits according to whim. Or just play in the VR environment. Eventually the awareness seems to overwhelm the thing and out you go.
The way you get a lucid dream is to somehow notice you're dreaming. There are all kinds of ways to do thing, lots of flaky books and techniques. I'm honestly too lazy for any of it. I know it's possible, that's enough for the rare amusement.
So I'm in deep, paralytic REM sleep; the best kind for this sort of thing. I don't recall all the details, a turned corner, a room, a dentist chair, I'm in a giant dome tent, still in a building. You know, dream logic. Keeping in mind, the absurdity of dreams isn't enough to make you aware of them. For some reason, I really have to relieve myself. A corner of the tent calls to me. No, I didn't wet the bed.
But as I'm being relieved, I start to worry about what I'm doing. This is simply something I'd never do in real life. Why am I doing such a crass thing? What am I thinking... and poof, I realize it's ok because it's a dream and I'm lucid. Whee, I'm lucid and so deep that the realization didn't bring me out. I start to look around. Is that a dog? What's with the tent? Should I just dive out the window and fly somewhere? ... did I wet the bed? Too late to worry. Can't help worrying. Dammit!
I can't even feel my body. I pull out of dream state as if surfacing from under ground. Everything is fine and I've lost the dream.
This little bit of nocturnal strangeness has haunted me all day. Sorry if it was too scatological, I would have left that out if possible.