Lucid

[poliphilo]

I had a lucid dream last night. They're the ones where you realize you're dreaming and are able to take control of the action. I don't think I've ever had one before.

I dreamed that I woke and it was a bright summer's morning. Only I knew somewhere at the back of my mind that it was really December. Then, as I was off bicycling through the woods, it came to me- hey, I'm dreaming. What fun.

I won't bother you with the details. Dreams are always more fun to have than to hear about. But the two kids with unicorn horns on their foreheads were kinda neat....

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[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I won't bother you with the details. Dreams are always more fun to have than to hear about. But the two kids with unicorn horns on their foreheads were kinda neat....

Aw, come on!

Now I want to know about the unicorn children.

Dreams are fun to hear about.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I was fixing the woodland path with my staple gun when I saw them pass by out of the corner of my eye. I gave chase but by the time I caught up with them they had changed into ordinary and very surly little girls

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

...by the time I caught up with them they had changed into ordinary and very surly little girls.

I read somewhere that the magic of this world goes on in the corner of one's eye, that we need to learn to see what've over there almost out of sight.

(And I once knew a woman--who was often high, I must add--who swore she saw little people along roadways at night.)

(And I also talked with a friend who said she was driving home one night and saw angels flanking both sides of her driveway.)

In the shadow world of peripheral vision, all people are beautiful and full of magic. I guess to see the way people truly are, we have to look straight on and see the flat reality, but also be aware of the wonder around their edges.

(And stapling down paths is about making reality hold still, maybe, which precludes shimmery visions of unicorns.)

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

It was while I was stapling the path that I became fully aware that I was in a dream.

I like this theory of peripheral vision. I once asked my grandmother if she'd ever seen a ghost and she said she'd once, out of the corner of her eye, seen a ghostly dog (I assume it was a much-loved pet) go trotting past the kitchen door.

[mokie]

My mother has a story like that.

She was in the kitchen one day and caught sight of a shadowy movement out of the corner of her eye by the front door. She thought it might have been a mouse and turned back to the stove. Over the course of half an hour she continued to catch these little glimpses of movement and shadow, at one point clearly too large to be a mouse.

She finally turned and saw a fullgrown cat that wasn't a cat--she describes it as a clearly formed shadow of a cat. Suddenly a kid was banging on the door, yelling that my cousin was hurt at the park--he'd broken his leg playing softball. She never saw the phantom cat again.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough I was watching a documentary about the ghost story writer M.R. James last night, and the interviewees were pointing out how James gets his effects in just this way- by giving us a succession of hints and glimpses before suddenly, briefly, shockingly, unveiling the Thing itself.

[mokie]

This being the second time I've heard James mentioned this week, I think I'll take that as a sign to go to the library tomorrow and look him up. Thanks! :)

[halfmoon-mollie.livejournal.com]

my brother's oldest stepdaughter told me that when you see a shadow such as you describe, it's a guardian angel. Her mother told her that everyone who cared about her who no longer dwells in this world is a guardian angel of hers.

I've had flying dreams, and been extremely disappointed when I woke up and couldn't remember how I did it.

[arielstarshadow.livejournal.com]

-whispers- I often see faeries and wee little sprites out of the corner of my eye. They like to borrow things from me, too, and then just when I've given up on having them returned, they will suddenly decide to give it back.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

That's amazing.

I've often had things taken and then returned, but I've never yet caught sight of the culprits.

[arielstarshadow.livejournal.com]

Usually I simply get these flickering wee little sparkles of light in the corner of my eye or flying really quickly across my vision.

My jewelry is what they seem to like most, though I've had other things borrowed as well.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Those sound rather like like the "orbs" which show up in photographs of haunted houses.

We had a big spate of things going missing and turning up again just after my father died. We wondered if he was trying to let us know he was still around.

[arielstarshadow.livejournal.com]

I love lucid dreaming! I had one where I could fly, and it was so incredible! I actually flew so high at one point that the air was freezing and I remember recalling that I knew I was as high as airplaines normally flew. It was a dark, clear night and the stars were all out, and it was as if I was flying amongst them. It was such a beautiful dream. What was even "cooler" so to speak, was that taking off actually wasn't effortless. I could feel the pull of gravity in my dream as I lifted off from the earth, and I could feel how much energy it was taking to get off the ground. Simply amazing.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

My flying dreams usually involve me in hovering just a few feet off the ground. Nothing spectacular. But I'm always really happy that I've finally found out how to do it- and really disappointed when I wake and find that I haven't after all.