Lucid!Dreaming

Every since I was a little kid, I've dreamed of flying.  I fly in my dreams fairly often.  And how successfully I fly is, I have learned over the years, a very accurate barometer of my self-confidence.  As a painfully shy child, I could glide short distances and low to the ground as long as I didn't draw attention to myself.  Telling dream bystanders "Watch this!" was a guarantee of failure.

Over the years, as I gained confidence, my ability to fly grew as well.  I became capable of flying higher, faster, farther.  Eventually it reached the point where I could fly in front of crowds of dream-spectators.  I've also worked at learning how to experience lucid dreams (the kind of dream where you know you're dreaming.)  I haven't dreamed about flying a lot lately, but last night those dreams came back with a vengeance.  

This may have had something to do with working hard to take care of my lovely and talented wife as she recovers from surgery.  The day started early after a long day of waiting on Wednesday, first with my wife prior to her surgery, then with the stepson during the surgery and then waiting for her to be moved from Recovery to her hospital room.  Thursday was a long, exhausting day--I marveled many times at how early in the morning/afternoon/evening it was, given how wiped out I felt--but I was doing something important for someone I loved.

Which was reflected in my dreams last night.  I spent a lot of time flying acrobatically in some kind of superheroic adventure (the details of which, alas, escape me now).  I do remember controlling various events in the dream in that lucid "I don't like how this is turning out, so let's change it" way.  That was fun--though my all-time wierdest lucid dream was the one in which the lower third of my field of vision in the dream consisted of a black background on which the "script" for the dream playing out above it scrolled past, and which I could edit when I didn't like how it was going.

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