Lucid Dream

I have been sitting back in my bed waiting for my knee to recover from surgery. “Jets to Brazil” and the “Strokes” are on heavy rotation, and I worry that I am going to burn out the needle on my turntable. Between disks and my pills, I forever fix my gaze to the television, on CBC, CTV, and CNN. I feel overloaded by the news they are providing me, yet I yurn for the news that is kept secret, or not considered to be front page. Finally I crack under the monotony, 5 arrested in terror bombings echoes on every channel. Yet a plane that is claimed to be US military with military equipment and troops on board is being held on the ground in Africa after a customs search. This story gets nothing more than a line of text on the ticker at the bottom of the screen, a story that ends in white letters “….US military denies having troops in region”. Frustrated and perplexed with the media I turn to the pages of Ishmael, and read until I have to pause and fully absorb the though provoking words. Lying in this drug laced daze of news, literature, and music I drift off to the “strokes” album room on fire.

As I drift off I begin I dream, the dream real, and vivid I dream a lucid dream. I am taken to my living room, the room is much warmer and I can focus on nothing but a computer monitor, the colors around be are warm oranges and yellows that swirl and blur. I am typing on my web log, the screen is so crisp, and real, but it is not my web log. The Bloging software has blended with a game similar to “Empires”. I am now creating world online, but not the same world that I blog about. As I type I am continuously creating new creatures, and building a civilization around them. This world occupies a small section of my page, in a window on my left hand type-list. Like a video in a web browser they move and grow. Their actions however are not independent; I am controlling them, by my words, my thoughts and my text. Finally their window melts and they ear exposed to a new realm. They interact with my words on the page and the dance and sing songs by the “strokes”. The more text I type the more active they become, they are now growing larger and becoming more rambunctious. As they grow I can make out their appearances; they look to be the love child of Papa Smurf and some Christmas elf. I stop typing and ignore my page, their world, for only a moment. The page is being thrown into disarray my sentences are being deconstructed and words are broken back down into letters to build the world that they desire. The page is becoming more chaotic yet I still ignore it, then it happens, the elves jump from the screen, initially they seem happy, I can’t focus on them, I am occupied with something else. They are angry, and swarm from my screen covering my keyboard and me. They dance and sing as they pour out of the monitor and lunge towards me, they climb from the ground, and jump from the ceiling. Then they cover my face and my eyes, my world is black, yet calm and warm I am still not afraid.

Click,

Then nothing followed by silence…the record is finished, and so is my dream.

Comments

[Jonathan]

You know, I looked in a book of dreams for this one. I checked the index for "maniacal smurfs", "blogging nightmare smurfs", Smurf love child", etc, but there was nothing on the subject. You might want to see someone about that. Perhaps you are listening to the subliminal messages that are hidden deep within the sounds of the strokes. The Devil's music no doubt. They are nothing but eveil minions and you should burn the record asap, lest maniacal, knife wielding smurfs have you cornered and pleading for your life.

[Chris]

I woke up and I didnt know what to think. So I just got up, put the LP on side be , and tried for round 2..no dice. Maybe I should have played it backwards

[Diana]

I have been having lucid dreams since i was very young. I have them about 5 times a week and find it completely exhausting. I reallly want to find a way to stop having them. I regularly think i've woken up about ten times in my dreams only to find that i'm in another dream. I have mastered how to wake myself out of a scary lucid dream finally but even sometimes i wake into an even scarier dream. If anyone knows a way to stop having lucid dreams or has any advice please let me know.
thanks guys
Di

[chris]

yes, kinda, I suppose. just comment on what was writen.