Mmm Mondays, Lucid Dreams
Dreaming of the Future With People From the Past
When I was celibate my lucid ventures would sometimes culminate with me choosing a guy or girl to get jiggy with.
Dreams, good and bad, are a complex thing for us to experience. Think about it. Similar to a whole other virtual life.
Dreams may make you say Mmm, for a number of reasons, ranging from having a sexy nighttime vision to strange dreams coming true.
The dreamer, dreams the dream!
Lucid dreams
I have been known to have lucid dreams. This is when the dreamer is aware that they are asleep and so has a certain amount of control within the dream.
When I had celibacy kind of forced on me for a while, my lucid ventures would sometimes culminate with me choosing a guy or girl to get jiggy with. What this tells you about me is another matter entirely.
Lucid dreaming is fun but quite tiring as part of your consciousness is involved. Most often they occur if I manage to lay in and steal a little extra shut-eye! Some say they are actually dangerous…
Recurring nightmare
As a child I had many nightmares. The worst involving a looming dark shadow. Another which recurred time and time again featured a massive mountain with a deep ditch all the way around. I was always walking along a narrow path that circled the mountain. If you slipped or were not careful you could fall into the never, never land between the mountain and the footpath. Occasionally this would happen and I would wake with a jolt. But along the track there were many doors and my job was to find the correct one. I have no idea what I was looking for, and I can’t remember if I ever chose the right door. It seems it was preparing me in some way for life — and yes, in reality I have often chosen the wrong door!
The above nightmare reminds me of the Eagles song — Take it to the Limit, which I often used to listen to before going to bed at night.
But the dreams I’ve seen lately Keep on turning out and burning out And turning out the same
And when you’re looking for your freedom (Nobody seems to care) And you can’t find the door (Can’t find it anywhere) When there’s nothing to believe in Still you’re coming back, you’re running back, You’re coming back for more
Dreams come true
If you’re a vivid dreamer, I really recommend a dream-journal. This means keeping a pad and pen by the bed and writing even in the middle of the night if need be.
Also, as a child, I began to have the odd dream that seemed to predict the future in some way. I think we all do this but perhaps simply forget what happened once awake. These dreams were often upsetting and strange, however they usually had a pattern — the people in them looked pretty much like they did in real life and didn’t morph into anything else. And all the fixtures and fittings were perfectly normal too.
Most of my other dreams are like sci-fi movies, with characters turning into all manner of different things. Or I am with dream people, or in dream places.
These are people or places I have never met or knowingly been to in real life, they only ever appear in dreams, but the weird thing is they come with their own memories. For example, I may be out with Dee in my dream, and we chat about the time we went somewhere — and usually in an earlier dream we did actually go to that place. Though who Dee is I do not know!
Does this happen in your dreams too? Maybe we know the same dream people?
Together in electric dreams!
I first met my partner in the mid 90s when we shared an intense few months, then went our separate ways. However, occasionally he was on my mind. And I had a few dreams about him too.
About ten years ago we reconnected…
Then spent a summer of laughter and staring into each other's eyes. It was an electric time for us both. Most nights I would dream about him. And almost as if a sign when this period was coming to an end, his presence disappeared from my nighttime visions. I was never one for affairs, as I have an inherent need for honesty. I wanted to share my life with him, but still had to consider my children. So once again, I walked away.
I felt dead inside for a while and, as if reflecting this, I couldn’t remember my dreams no matter how hard I tried. For a whole year we were not in any kind of contact, and out of the blue one morning I woke up and nearly burst into tears. I’d had the most realistic dream about him.
It went like this.
I was free of responsibility and needed to see him so I went around to his flat. A stranger answered the door, telling me he had moved to a different area. I took the address and set off immediately, scared that it would be the wrong place, or he’d be angry with me for bailing out on him the second time. But no, he opened the door and flung his arms around me, holding me close.
It was clear we were going to be together forever as we ran out of his home and across a field, stopping to kiss. He was mine, I was his. All was right in this world, apart from one niggle. Even though it was obviously him, he looked different to when I’d last seen him, just slightly. As we sat down on a park bench, I put my hand up and stroked his right cheek.
“You look different from before.”
He replied, “it’s just time has passed, life happens and makes changes.”
I abruptly awoke and felt bereft not to be with him. I wrote down the sequence of events and hoped beyond hope that they would come true, because at this point in time I had no idea if we would ever manage our lives so we could finally be together. Indeed, another year passed and occasionally we contacted each other by phone.
What of my dream?
Eventually we did become a couple. So that bit came true.
And the stroking of his right cheek? Well, unknown to me, a few months after my dream, he became infected with Lyme disease and was pretty depressed. And things became worse when the right side of his face dropped — facial palsy. Sometimes a symptom of Lyme. The muscles/nerves had repaired somewhat when we eventually got together, but to this day it has not recovered completely.
I have told him about that dream — we both agree it is one hell of a strange coincidence.
Have you ever had a dream which seemed to come true?
Another dream story by Marie A. Rebelle
And a fiction story from me about sleep: