JD's Balls-to-the-Wall Awesome Dream Journal
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, 08-07-2010 at 02:25 PM (462 Views)
06.06.2010Late Night Rainy Football (WILD)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I've always found WILDing easier with a slight hangover. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the repression of REM sleep during the night leading to the REM-rebound, plus tiredness.
Anyway, I was lying with my arm around my girlfriend, with my mind doing its own thing. I noticed that the random images which had been floating through my head had become much more solid and cohesive. It felt more like "seeing" than imagining. I saw my street. It was a dark, rainy night. I tried to focus on putting myself into the scene, and started walking uphill. (It didn't become a dream just "like that", it was gradual) There was a moment, when I was thinking about sleep paralysis, when the feeling of movement became much more real. It felt like I was moving my actual muscles now. If I paused, I could kind of feel my girlfriend beside me at the same time. I knew I was playing a risky game, thinking about my real body, but I kept myself integrated in the dream by running and jumping. The rain was cold on my skin. I looked up at the sky to find it completely black. It was a lonely-seeming night. I had no purpose for this dream in mind, so I spontaneously took a right, and climbed through a hole in the hedge. Instead of the housing development that should have been there, I saw a football field beside a large warehouse.
I wandered over, and realised that I was wearing a backpack for some reason. There was a kid standing in the middle of the pitch waving at me. I was about to go over and ask him what his purpose was in my dream, but I had a better idea. I took off the backpack and looked inside. There was an old football. I drop-kicked it over to the kid, who took it on the chest and kicked it back.
"On the head!" he shouted, running over. He got to the side of the pitch and stood on a grassy bank. The rain was quite heavy still, and was making the bank muddy and slippery. I picked up the ball and kicked it to him again. This time, he slipped forward when he went for the header, and faceplanted in the mud. It was hilarious. I laughed pretty hard. I had a moment of introspection, where I remarked on the strangeness of being "in here, laughing away", while at the same time lying basically lifeless in bed.
Then she woke me up.