My dreams have been lucid-ridden for nearly three weeks now. And I mean, really lucid, like the type where the moment I lay down, I'm in dream mode.
I enjoy these occasions, but at the same time, I never feel rested, as though I've been exerting myself all night.
Two really stand out in my mind:
* A week ago, I dreamt I was in my old childhood neighborhood, walking up a street to what we popularly called "fire break" (and it was in reality,
a literal firebreak, a long swath of clearing between our neighborhood and the forest beyond as a way to stop potential forest fires). Today that
forest is now a neighborhood.
Anyway, I'm at the apex of the hill, and I see the ground cracking around me, and lava seeping up through the fissures. I feel the rumblings of the
unsteady earth, and I knew this area was about to blow into a caldera volcano.
The explosion happens, I grab my eldest son, and comfort him as the eruption commences and I tell my wife we need to flee or we'll be buried in
This dream disturbs me somewhat because dreams of explosions (nuclear or otherwise) seem to preceed bad news on my eldest son's health. I've made
mention of this on this thread.
Luckily nothing yet, and we're supposed to have a
final check up with a child neurologist this coming Monday for, what we ultimately hope, will be an "all clear" evaluation. But we're praying and
I'm dreading due to my dream. Of course, I had a huge blow out with my wife again, so maybe that's what the dream was about.
* The second dream(s) occurred the past two nights, and these border on the similarly out-of-body dreams. I thought I awoke two nights ago, wondering
the time and whether I needed to get up for work. I strained to look at the clock on the fireplace mantel (I'm sleeping on the couch, a very long
story) and it's reading six a.m. Relieved I have a half hour, I lay back down and settle in, only to open my eyes immediately and realize I'm late
Something similar happened this morning. I hear, clear as day, who I believe is my wife whispering my name loudly to wake me up. I rise on the
couch, sit up and see her taking laundry out of the dryer. She kinda gives me a half-pinched smile, and I rest my head on the couch cushion for a
moment, summoning up the energy to rise and go into the shower. I even say in my mind, five more minutes.
Next thing I know, I wake up, it's nearly 8 a.m. (late again) and I rush upstairs to get ready. My wife is sleeping soundly on the bed. She rouses
hearing me undress and I ask her if she did laundry this morning. She says no, and that she didn't try waking me either.
Strange. Very lucid and very realistic.