Lucid Dreaming

I've actually blogged about this before on my previous blog if I'm not mistaken.

For those who just tuned in, Lucid dreaming is the realization that you're in a dream. Dreams often don't make sense, you don't feel the things that you do in dreams. You could jump off a tall building, land on your feet but not feel the jarring sensation in your knees when you hit the ground. The feelings you feel in a dream, are mostly emotional. You panic when you're chased, your heart beats faster when you dream of your crush, you feel sad when someone gets hurt. The physical? Not so much.

I dream.

I dream a lot.

I don't just dream a lot, I have bloody nightmares.

As a result, I tried to train myself to recognize these bad dreams. Why?

There comes a point in your dreaming when you realize it's a dream. For me, it's the point where people start chasing me.

When people start chasing me, I know it's a dream. I tell myself: This is a dream, I'm going to go flying. Then I can twist and warp my dream into anything, or I can simply just wake up. Or at least, I usually can.

Some dreams go further. Some dreams exceed the emotional and mental sensations. It becomes physical.

Some dreams are so realistic that you can feel them.

I took a nap this afternoon to recharge before breakdancing.

Most of my dream was run of the mill random thoughts.

Then I heard the door open and the sounds of slippers. I didn't open my eyes. My roommate would be back around this time. This has happened several times so I know her schedule pretty well.

Instead, I murmured to her "Harro."

So far, seems normal right?

She said "Are you sleeping? Don't fake it."

I swear, I felt the bed dip. It dipped once when she got on her side of the bed. Then it dipped once more near my left thigh and again near my right.

A weight settled on my waist and by this time, I was sure this was a dream. Stuff like this only happens in movies. I was sure this was a dream so I was pretty sure I could twist it whenever I want.

I opened my eyes a crack. (I tell you, opening your eyes while you're dreaming is a head trip.) I saw my roommate leaning over me. I could even feel her hair hitting my face.

"Are you sleeping? You're faking. You're always faking." She said. With that, she placed her hands around my throat around me and squeezed.

I've had my windpipe crushed once before, by a primary schoolmate who thought it would be funny to demonsrate exactly how to choke a person in sixty seconds.

When a thumb is pressing deep into your throat, you tend to panic.

But wait, this was a dream wasn't it? At this point I was dead set on twisting it back to something more pleasant. I thought of throwing her off and then opening up the roof so I could go flying.

It didn't work.

I kid you not. The pressure on my throat increased and I actually raised my hands to pull hers away.

Nothing.

I panicked and I forcibly woke myself up.

When I woke up, I was on my back, hands near my throat. My phone went off. I switched off the alarm and then checked my message.

The extreme normality of a certain someone's message along the lines of: Want go Putra later? assured me that this was definitely NOT a dream. (Most people don't remember what they read in a dream. No seriously, try it. read something in a dream, go away and try to remember, you won't )

Still, I was spooked to the max. That was the first time ever that my dream was that physical. Coupled with the fact that people have told me unsavoury things have happened on campus, in college, I'm bringing back a crucifix after break.