Lucid dreaming…

Lucid dreaming is consciously perceiving and recognizing that one is in a dream while one is sleeping, sometimes leading to control over the “dreamscape”, or the faux-reality dream world within a dream.

Many friends sometimes call me just to tell me their dreams, which some of the times turn out to be lucid…As if I could explain it to them. That’s why I only limit myself to say from time to time, “cool” “no way” “that’s awesome” “how freaky”…

Well, now it’s my turn.

On my morning nap today I dreamt I was with this guy I really like at my house. I don’t remember what was happening exactly (nothing kinky though). But, for a while, there was him and me. Then I go to the beach and there is my father, the tide is high and I don’t really want to get wet so I return to the house. Thats when I realize I’m dreaming, for my house doesn’t look anything like the place I live in. At the west part of the house there are this glass windows from floor to ceiling that show a beautiful blue beach where people are jet-skying and surfing, amongst other water sports. At the left of that room on a far corner is the entrance to a passageway that I just know leads to the beach were I had seen my father earlier, and to the eastern side of the house where there is a huge swimmingpool from which one of my cousin has com from I don’t go there but I picture it and remember it. Then I remembered an e-mail I wrote this morning (in real life) where I tell a friend that I would have bought a small plastic swimming pool for the summer if I had had the time. In the dream I thought, how stupid, I already have a swimming pool in my backyard, I don’t need a plastic one. (The thing is, I know I’m dreaming, yet I was so sure the dream house was real.)

Then i go back to the room with the view. There he is again, the guy I like. I sit in the monst confortable futon ever and just lay back, getting tired, he sits next to me. I know he is watching me, even though I don’t see his face.

For a while I’ve been trying to get over him, this reflects in the dream. I ignore his gaze, but I’m getting so sleepy, that futon is so comfortable, and it feels so nice to have him lying next to me. Then I feel his leg coming on top of mine. The heat…It felt so real. Yet I tell him to stop that, it wasn’t right. That’s when I start to wake up in real life, I see my room and I still feel his leg over mine. I go back to the dream, everything goes a bit dark, at least he does as he moves on top of me.

And that’s when I wake up. Yeap. No more dream house, or guy on top of me…Just me, in my bed, next to my cat. I realize I have no swimming pool, that there is no beach…

Then again, it was so real. As if I had put together a house from different places I’ve been to. It felt so mine, like a re-descovering of an alternate reality.

Oh, well. Better luck next time.