posted on Oct, 25 2012 @ 11:43 AM
Most of my dreams involve not being able to express verbally while cruel people pick on me LOL.
However, when a rare lucid dream comes, they can be sooo weird. Most of the time, I don't remember. Most of them are journeys, quests for something
-- and there is a lot of ground covered. Often I see many roads, cities, and end up on a boat to somewhere strange.
Sometimes there is fleeing, but not as much combat etc. as childhood dreaming. I used to dream a lot like you, about woods, and flights, and
levitation, etc. The jumping thing you mention, I did that too... weird huh? Maybe there is something to all of that.
The latest lucid dream I remember was odd:
I was with a girl (it might have been my dream guide or a fragment of the self that needs to be saved).
I was trying to protect her. We were fleeing from an unknown male pursuer, maybe my dead dad. He was crazy lol. But anyway, we broke out of the brush
by the side of a lake.
There was no boat, but the pursuer was almost there, on us. There were two children's wagons, plastic radio flyers. My son has one. (We are dealing
with CPS right now due to inability to cope with autism).
I pushed the wagons into the lake, and held them together with the seat belts so that the other girl could get in and ride safely across the water. I
was determined to save her even if I drowned. I was confident we could escape.
Then, right in front of us, there was a huge dark brown whirlpool of floodwater. I forgot to mention, the lake was swollen with rain, and the sun was
going down but it was showing colors in the clouds like after a big storm. Beautiful scary nighttime sunset....
anyway, i thought for sure the whirlpool would have us, as it was about 10 feet wide.
However, we managed to skip across somehow -- the wagon shape wasn't good for sailing and it just went over.
However at that moment, when I was sure we had gotten away, a tsunami came from the shore across from the whirlpool and doubled back toward us. By the
time i saw it, it was about to crash over our heads. Actually it was not a curl, it was a swell. It carried us back toward the whirlpool and i knew we
were going to die.
Then i woke up. not in terror like the emotional dreams, but invigorated and shocked.