...Perchance To Dream
The funny thing about a dream -- especially that waking dream, the one you're in just before you're fully conscious -- is that it's so elusive. You're awake enough to know you're dreaming, and if it's a nice dream, you try to remain in that dream state as long as possible. I've even gotten up [to go pee], gone back to bed and resumed the same dream. But as soon as you awake, it starts to slip away. 'Though, upon reaching full consciousness, you may recall bits and pieces of it.
It's futile to try to make sense of it all, but it's funny how you do retrieve the odd detail that featured so prominently in it; that guy with the funny hat you passed on the street two days ago, that oddly shaped mole on your shoulder that, for a while, you feared could be a melanoma, the fantasy of confronting you're boss, whom you can't stand anyway, and finally telling him to kiss your ass ...and then walking out.
Some of these retrieved images have substance and reflect deep seated feelings and fears. Others are just "things" that, for whatever reason, temporarily registered in your subconscious. And, of course, your actions in dreams have no consequences in the real world. Even if you find yourself up a creek without the proverbial paddle, you wake and it all dissolves.
Sex dreams are the best. You managed to engage all of your wildest fantasies, without any trepidation, reservation, or inhibition. Of course, when you awake and reflect on what you just dreamed, you might be a little embarrassed at the truth of your deep perverted desires ...embarrassed in a good way.
When we dream, we go into a sort of paralytic state. This is to prevent us from physically doing what we're dreaming, although there are slight exceptions like the occasion mumbled word, or arm or leg movement. A "sleepwalker" is obviously not experiencing this paralysis and is acting out his dream, and upon waking, the experience is forgotten, like the dream itself.
And then, there are those extremely unpleasant "coke" dreams. Although I no longer engage in recreational drug use, and haven't for a very long time, there was a time when I spent a lot of time "chasing the dragon". It was not unusual to stay up for days on end, after which, regardless of the effort to remain awake, I would just crash ...and crash hard. During this hibernation, I'd undoubtedly experience a paranoid dream always involving some sort of persecution.
The paranoia, which is the yin to the dragon's yang, always carries over into these dreams, during which, at the height of some unpleasantness, I try to wake myself up. You see, I'm very much aware that it's only a dream -- like watching myself in a movie -- and if I can only wake up, it'll all be over. But I can't wake up. I have to do something [in actuality] like move an arm, hand, or even a finger to make the transition to consciousness. But I can't move. I can't break out of the dream paralysis. So I'm stuck having to play out the scenario in my mind. -- sounds like the plot from "The Twilight Zone".
Finally after what seems like hours of effort, I manage to move [something], and wake up. I know it was only a dream and why it was "that" kind of dream, but the trembling, the pounding heart, the cold sweat, they're all so very real. Even now ...twenty years later ...twenty years of being completely substance free (hey, I don't even smoke ciggies anymore) ...I [sometimes] can still feel the dragons breath.
Quote of the Week: "If you insist on playing the game, don't complain when the game plays you."
It's futile to try to make sense of it all, but it's funny how you do retrieve the odd detail that featured so prominently in it; that guy with the funny hat you passed on the street two days ago, that oddly shaped mole on your shoulder that, for a while, you feared could be a melanoma, the fantasy of confronting you're boss, whom you can't stand anyway, and finally telling him to kiss your ass ...and then walking out.
Some of these retrieved images have substance and reflect deep seated feelings and fears. Others are just "things" that, for whatever reason, temporarily registered in your subconscious. And, of course, your actions in dreams have no consequences in the real world. Even if you find yourself up a creek without the proverbial paddle, you wake and it all dissolves.
Sex dreams are the best. You managed to engage all of your wildest fantasies, without any trepidation, reservation, or inhibition. Of course, when you awake and reflect on what you just dreamed, you might be a little embarrassed at the truth of your deep perverted desires ...embarrassed in a good way.
When we dream, we go into a sort of paralytic state. This is to prevent us from physically doing what we're dreaming, although there are slight exceptions like the occasion mumbled word, or arm or leg movement. A "sleepwalker" is obviously not experiencing this paralysis and is acting out his dream, and upon waking, the experience is forgotten, like the dream itself.
And then, there are those extremely unpleasant "coke" dreams. Although I no longer engage in recreational drug use, and haven't for a very long time, there was a time when I spent a lot of time "chasing the dragon". It was not unusual to stay up for days on end, after which, regardless of the effort to remain awake, I would just crash ...and crash hard. During this hibernation, I'd undoubtedly experience a paranoid dream always involving some sort of persecution.
The paranoia, which is the yin to the dragon's yang, always carries over into these dreams, during which, at the height of some unpleasantness, I try to wake myself up. You see, I'm very much aware that it's only a dream -- like watching myself in a movie -- and if I can only wake up, it'll all be over. But I can't wake up. I have to do something [in actuality] like move an arm, hand, or even a finger to make the transition to consciousness. But I can't move. I can't break out of the dream paralysis. So I'm stuck having to play out the scenario in my mind. -- sounds like the plot from "The Twilight Zone".
Finally after what seems like hours of effort, I manage to move [something], and wake up. I know it was only a dream and why it was "that" kind of dream, but the trembling, the pounding heart, the cold sweat, they're all so very real. Even now ...twenty years later ...twenty years of being completely substance free (hey, I don't even smoke ciggies anymore) ...I [sometimes] can still feel the dragons breath.
 | Using the "Charm of Meiking", you too can summon the dragon's breath. But be careful, it'll burn you. The Charm of Meiking is spoken [in this sound file] by Morgana as portrayed by Helen Mirren in the 1981 "Excalibur". |
Quote of the Week: "If you insist on playing the game, don't complain when the game plays you."
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