In my first post where I talked about lucid dreaming, I mentioned that there was a strong recommendation by experienced lucid dreamers to try flying in dreams. I expressed that I thought it sounded very juvenile, but in my second post I let myself float up and found the experience enjoyable.

Since then I have, from time to time, suggested to myself at bedtime that I would like to try floating or flying again in my dreams, but it did not happen for several months until last night. I climbed up a tree, and seeing I that I was already up in the tree, I thought perhaps I could launch myself into space and fly. And I did. Not just float, but really fly, arms outstretched Superman-style, over a European-looking city, for a very long time. I discovered that stretching my arms out this way is some sort of dream code for “keep on flying.”

While I was flying, I had the most amazing euphoric feeling, to the point that I was almost in tears. I just couldn’t believe how great it felt, which is why I kept doing it for as long as I could. And as wonderful as that is, there’s part of me that can’t help but wonder, but why does it feel so wonderful? Is it just because it’s something I can’t do in reality? If so, would I get the same experience from scuba diving in my dreams? Hmm, I see another experiment coming up…

In other dreaming news, I have had a series of lucid dreams where I just sit back and observe how incredibly detailed everything is. I am just in awe of all that my brain is creating while I sleep. After some discussion with K, we’ve concluded a couple of things about this phenomenom. That is, one’s brain must have to keep working while you sleep, just like your heart has to keep beating. So, without outside stimuli, it just goes to town with creating whatever it can. Secondly, one’s brain has a vested interest in keeping you asleep, because you need to rest. So, if it’s going to be cranking along anyway, why not create worlds that convince you that your awake, so that you don’t try to get up? (Of course, there’s insomnia, but that’s a whole other discussion).

I had a dream recently where I observed all the crazy details, and then thought, “Well, enough of this, I’d like to get up and go back to reality now.” I really wanted to wake up, but my brain was having none of it. I kept trying different things to wake up, and it kept countering me like a great chess opponent. At one point, I decided to stare into a mirror but my reflection kept disappearing. I mean, it was so obvious I was dreaming, but apparently the obviousness is just not enough to wake up. I found this whole endeavor frustrating, but I learned my lesson. You cannot will yourself to wake up when you are deeply asleep. Just forget it. In a battle between your conscious and subconscious mind, the subconscious mind wins. Which, I think, is a good thing to ponder in general.

Speaking of subconscious, as silly as this intro is, there’s still a part of me that gets excited when I watch this. When I was 3 I loved Superman more than anything.


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