I signed up to do a workshop for Professional Development (PD) Days ... a "fun" workshop, not related to teaching or stress or pedagogy or curricula. I proposed to repeat a talk I gave some years ago on lucid dreaming. It was a physics instructor-friend who talked me into the first presentation at Cafe Scientifique, a regular public session at a local bookstore. I said no I'm not qualified, he said yes you are, I said no I'm not, he said yes you are, I said, I have two small children, I can't get away for an evening, he said I'll wait. He waited, and eventually I gave the talk.
So I have done this once before, successfully, with a room full of people who actually wanted to hear me talk about dreaming and also wanted to share. A lot of things. Including, "I had an organ transplant and now I have the dreams of the original owner of the kidney." Not kidding. I was blown away by the amount of sharing.
Myself, I have always had a vivid dream life. Always. For as long as I have had memories, I have had dreams. Sometimes I can control them, which makes them "lucid." A lucid dream is vivid, crazy vivid, colorful, beautiful, fleeting, amazing, so amazing. I have flown over the Masai Mara and into the stars. Once I ate asparagus (why not?).
There are ways to "become lucid" on purpose, and I used to do this (or at least try this) regularly. Getting ready for PD Days I'm trying again, and last night I was sooooo close to being successful. So so close.
I had a dream where I was at the Center for Teaching Excellence (CTE) and I saw a person in a costume. The costume had a ribbon (like a bow) where the head should be. I woke up and remembered the dream and thought, "That was a sign I was dreaming. There's no way a person could have had that costume on, there was no room for their actual head." As I drifted back to sleep, I concentrated on re-entering that dream, and I did.
I looked at the costume and said to myself, "That's not real, I'm dreaming." And I became "lucid." I told L and K that I was dreaming and they congratulated me. I was trying to think of something to do, and I considered jumping out the window and flying away. This is where it fails, completely. I decided not to, because L and K would get upset if I jumped out the window. Big time fail. I did NOT recognize that L and K would not be upset because they were dream-people, not actual people.
Some sound woke me, and done. I'm close, if not there, and I have a few weeks before the talk. So here's to a night of lucidity, and patience from my husband as I ask him for the 100th time, "Am I dreaming?"