As Rebecca already knows, I was always interested in lucid dreaming. Call me crazy, but the idea of doing whatever you want within a dream, it just seems so cool to me. Dreamland always seemed much better than the real world anyways. It was always a place I could escape to, even during the day. My mom (when she was my mom), used to worry herself over this when I was a kid. She thought there was something wrong with me, I'll never understand it. Really, all I did was daydream during school hours, every kid does it right?
But that wasn't enough.
I want to be able to experience a real dream, and actually control that dream. Kind of like Inception. Only without the sedation chemicals and implanting of dangerous ideas and all that. Seriously, some points in that movie were downright scary. I wonder if my consciousness is as malevolent as Mr. Cobb. Mal is freakin' effed up!
I started researching lucid dreaming about a week ago. I'm currently in the dream recall stage, I can't seem to be able to recall dreams by myself unfortunately, but I did manage to buy myself an extra sketchbook on Sunday. Just writing out my dream doesn't do it for me, so I decided to go with the art. Fitting, yes? I was kind of hoping I would have a dream on Monday but didn't. Actually, I didn't dream at all this week except for yesterday. I have the picture and everything.
Come on, you know it's true (haha).
But enough talk about my art, let me see if I can remember some details of my dream...
Alright, so I was swinging in my dream, which was weird since I was talking about swinging just two days ago. I don't know why I dreamed about swinging on a rope though. Although I did get to swing on the rope in gym class yesterday. It was awesome too, because the rope was just like that. Or gym teacher helped tie it for us. One of the guys, Dennis, pushed me too hard. I'm telling you, I was screaming. Anyways, in my dream, I was swinging on this rope swing, and I was in the park. I can't remember what the park looked like, but it seemed vaguely familiar. I didn't know why, it just did. I remember wanting to swing higher, and higher, and before I knew it the park disappeared from underneath me, and all I could see was the blue sky and some clouds. Higher and higher I swung, until I was way over the Earth's atmosphere. It felt so blissful, being in space. The moon was right above me, just one more strong swing and I knew I could touch it. I don't know if I touched it or not, that part is very fuzzy. According to the picture I did. The last thing I remember before waking up was the knot becoming loosened, and falling.
I'm supposed to be taking note of reoccurring signs in my own dreams. Somehow I feel like I'll be in this park a lot, call it a hunch. But I'm usually right about this stuff, although Rebecca would probably say otherwise. I can't wait until I'm able to actually lucid dream, but for now I'm going to take it slow. I don't want to end up like Mr. Cobb now!
Now all I got to do is wait for Rebecca to try and interpret this dream (haha).
P.S. As it turns out, I'm not the only one out there with a crazy mom. Had an interesting talk with my Participation in Government teacher yesterday about a girl who takes care of her family because her mother is having "problems". They don't even have a house, they live in a train station! It's so sad. I really want to meet this girl now.