Oh man, second time...ish. This time, I'd been having a dream that I was hiking Zion Nat'l Park with Maw, and we'd hiked up a mountain called "Lords of the Rings". Ha ha! It was a perilous, multi-peaked mountain full of amazing structures, and we watched a couple of people slip and fall into log rolls and go rolling right off the cliff. Fortunately, there were non-scalding paintpot-style puddles just a few feet below, which they safely splatted into. We were looking at a rotating, 3-sided ski hill style map to decide which way to go next, and then we were driving. Sidney was at the wheel, and my grade school friend Nate and I were in the back. Being in the back was slightly odd because in most road trips, I'm driving, but not as odd because during a recent family trip, I spent a lot of time in that same passenger-side back seat. I forget where we were driving, but I had a moment where I thought, "Wait, I was just hiking Zion with Mom. How did we end up driving with Sid and Nate?" I asked the others in the car, and they couldn't tell me how we'd gotten there from Zion. This was, I think, a thought planted by watching Inception. At that point, I again realized, "Huh...yep, I'm dreaming. Sweet. What now?" But this time, I wasn't so keenly conscious of my sleeping body in which I was dreaming. It was more like I was there, living it, aware I was dreaming but still very much inside the dream world rather than seeing it projected like the last time and knowing what I'd be looking at if I opened my eyes. But I was only able to briefly make the car go where I wanted and adjust the surroundings before I lost it, got frustrated that I wasn't really "feeling it", and woke up.
This is kind of a fun and fascinating twist for me on dreaming, but I'm not sure I want to consciously control my dreams...or at least believe I am doing so (I do wonder whether I'm only dreaming that I'm consciously controlling them, having had that very concept planted by readings and movies, but that gets into layers of "what the @#$%?" I'm not sure I care to wrestle with right now). There's something exciting about being caught up in the dream, being taken where it leads, letting the subconscious run wild, rather than thinking I've been determining it.
I don't have scary dreams, by the way. I have thrilling ones here or there. Tonight's involved some harrowing hiking, for example. But not scary ones--at least none that I remember--except once every couple of years, maybe. I wonder what it'd be like to realize you're dreaming during a scary dream. Any less scary? Hm...now just wait: in a few nights, I'll have a scary dream and "realize I'm dreaming". *shrug*
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Next time see if you can connect with my subconscious so I can experience the exhileration of that hike you and I took. Heaven knows it's the only way I'm gonna have that kind of experience again :-/
So I still read your blog, but I'll admit it's touch and go, and lately has only been a few lines. I blame that mainly on the unreliable internet connection we pay for (but there's really only 1 company available here, so what are we to do but quickly read as many updates as possible before having to reboot the router?); and it's difficult for me, at times, to read deeply personal and searching things as you have posted here on occasion, since it's not in a one-on-one -- it's almost like reading your journal, especially since by simply reading you can't tell the exact tone or read facial expressions. But I'm glad you have a positive outlook and feel a job closing in on you. If it's anywhere in our neighborhood, stop on by!!
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