Famine: June 2007 Archives

I had another lucid dream experience (I realized I was in a dream, assumed control, and started manipulating the dreamworld) waking up this morning.

I became lucid in an alley (can't particularly recall how it got to that point), but my first action was to try and pick up a large delivery truck, about the size of a U-Haul. I grabbed it by the front end and lifted like I would lift a basket of clothes; nothing happened. Realizing just doing it wasn't going to get it done, I basically told myself that I was going to lift the truck, and that the truck would lift itself off the ground. After a couple of seconds of focus, I tugged on the truck once more, only to find that this time, it lifted off the ground as easily as a balloon. Wow!

I held it up in a 45 degree angle to the ground for a few seconds, feeling no strain, while observing the seeming effortless feat I had just performed. Not knowing full well what I was doing, I dropped the truck as carelessly as you would let go of a balloon and watch it drift to the ground for a few seconds. Bad idea. The truck slammed to the ground, bounced up once, and slowly rolled onto its side. It was a huge impact! It felt like a fucking truck dropped out of the sky, right next to me.

Two things: 1. I've never had a truck make a tremendous gravity-driven impact right next to me. How would my mind simulate such a thing, the thing being such a terrifyingly accurate (from what I can imagine) simulation of a horrible impact, a real-time mangling of the truck due to the collision, and all the accompanying reactions from around me (car alarms started going off and people came from nearby to have a look)? 2. What kinds of amazing things could I conjure up in a state of lucidity? What if I decided to become Adam: Destroyer of Worlds, and lay waste to everything around me with hand-projected concussion batteries, fire, and the ability to lift and discard anything in my sight?

That would be a cool dream. I hope to do that next time.

I just clicked "publish" on my previous post, read it a few times, and then realized I needed to make another post. Rebate!

See, I implied that the blood of the dead -- in this case, the death toll related to the Iraq festivities -- was on the hands of the pro-war crowd. It is, and it isn't. I've been sitting around, walking around, drinking around, not sleeping around, the idea of culpability. It's easy for all of us to blame other people for our failings as a human race. In the case of Iraq, it's easy to blame Bush, then to blame the 583 people in Florida who punched a chad for him, then to blame all the democrats who voted to give him carte blanche, then to blame the press for not covering it right, but that's an incorrect line to walk on.

You want to know who's at fault for all the dead?

I figured I should have some legit content for y'all while I'm still in the learning/construction phase for categorizing/beautifying/dimensionalizing my movable type bloggins. What I realized was, I had this crazy dream the other night which I haven't shared with anyone else.

DREAMBLOGGIN!

So anyway, you... I had a strange strange dream waking up the other day. It was proceeding like any other dream (I was spending a large part of my dream trying to get my brother's ex-girlfriend -- not that one, Coz -- to take her clothes off via webcam by convincing her I was my brother). Anywho, I reached some sort of episode where I was in a high-rise hotel room with a couple of business associates (including one Fabiano), and we were... transacting some business. The details were unclear. The details are always unclear with my dreams.

The point of this all is, once I left the hotel room we were all in, we intended to head to the elevator. Suddenly, I was hit with a sinking feeling of dread, as the entire hotel seemed to lurch on its foundation. Was it the motion? Something about motion affects dreamstate, I am positive of it. According to the writings of Dr. Stephen LaBerge (http://www.lucidity.com) one great way to focus on remaining in a dreamstate upon discovery of lucidity (i.e. becoming lucid, that is, aware of the fact that you are experiencing altered awareness while navigating a dream) is to look straight to the ground. If you're on a tile floor, for instance, you'll want to crouch and focus on the tiles. Doing something like examining the intricacies of the design your mind has created/recalled is helpful, in my experience.