Maria Isabel Pita – Becoming a Hawk in Lucid Dreaming


Deep in a lucid dream… I sit my husband down on the grass and, squatting in front of him, once more attempt to ‘wake’ him up to the dream in which I wish to heal him. But I suspect I should have found a more private location as people begin pouring out of the building we just emerged from ourselves. I ignored them at first, but then some of them begin taking an interest in us, which I don’t sense is positive.


My intuition is confirmed when I see a young man approach my husband from behind holding a knife-like weapon in his hand I quickly get up, and fearlessly wrest it out of his grasp, discarding it as I consider breaking his wrist for good measure, but I refrained from doing so, seeing no need for that kind of violence I grab my husband, and pull him up into the sky with me.


We become airborne as, with my left arm, I pull him up while flapping my right arm like a bird’s wing, faster and faster, stronger and stronger, until it begins feeling more like a wing than an arm I say to the dream, ‘I want to know what it feels like to be a big bird, like a hawk, like a raptor.’ I am careful not to say that I want to become a raptor. Something happens… I am still carrying Stinger, but I now I have two wings I feel growing longer and more powerful as I soar higher and higher, and then fly in broad, swooping circles.


I hear the rush of the wind, and another sound, a distinct high-pitched frequency I vaguely feel vibrating in my left ear. I truly feel that I changed shape, and that my field of vision has broadened as I circle high above the world, looking down at black grid-like divisions between spaces ‘dotted’ with red and yellow colors. Farm plots and autumn trees?


I tell my husband I am going to put him down now (I want my freedom in this lucid dream) and landing, I took him inside a building. But before I leave him, I ask him to tell me something, to give me a code phrase we can share when we wake up to prove we really were in a lucid dream together. He says, ‘Apps are reality, and reality is an app.’


The next day, curious about the sound I heard when flying as a hawk, I went to and learned that, “Broad-winged Hawks give a plaintive, high-pitched whistle that lasts 2–4 seconds, with a short first note and a long second note: kee-eee. The male‘s call is an octave higher in pitch than the female‘s. They give this call on the nest and in flight throughout the year.”