Mario A. Pita – Lucidity Key in Lucid Dreaming
I am on the couch trying to sleep when I decide to peek at the time. All I see is the number ‘3.’ Nothing else. I quickly conclude I am dreaming. I roll over, but as is often the case during my first lucid of the evening, my perceived motor control sucks. I flounder around, trying to relax and pick myself up. I eventually do.
As I walk toward the kitchen, however, an invisible force pulls me back toward the couch. I can’t break free of it and decide to use my hand to shoot an equally invisible magical beam to cut through it. This seems to work for a moment or two, but as I head back to the kitchen this force is now much stronger and has an elastic attribute to it. The further I move from the couch, the more extreme the force. I grab it, and while invisible it most certainly has mass and texture to it. I bunch it up and cut through it with my teeth, resolving this problem once and for all.
I close my eyes and feel my way over to the wall where I hope to find the tree door. But when I reach the wall, I feel around and nothing unusual is there. I open my eyes. Okay, might was well go through the wall as I am here now. I soften it and enter. But I find myself in nothing more than a nebulous void space.
I have to do something, so I decide to imagine a stairway going down. I reach for the sides, expecting banisters heading downward and, indeed, that is what I feel and find. This stairway is heading down a modest-sized tunnel constructed of grey cinder blocks, creating an arched shaft into the Earth. I walk down for what seems like a very long time, wondering what I will find at the bottom this time.
When I get there, the scene opens up to a curving cobblestone street lined with small shops. The visuals have not fully reset and are grainy, for lack of a better way to describe it. I walk around for a bit, peering into shops, wondering where I am. The scene itself has a very Italian feel to it. I wake (FA – False Awakening).
I am back on the couch in an odd curled position with a laptop sitting on one of the oddments. This does not immediately strike me as unusual. I hear footsteps coming down and I get mad that A must have woken early, as she went to bed around 7:30 last night. Now she is going to ruin my chances for any more lucids. I see her round the corner of the library and get up to meet her to tell her to go back to bed.
But when I reach her, the house has changed some; the layout is still the same, but the rooms are much bigger and less cluttered. When I meet this person, it is not my daughter. Rather it is a small naked boy. He has my brother’s face, at around 7-8 years old, but as I look down, he has the body of a very small man, lean and muscular. I ask him ‘Who are you?’ He replies with some unremarkable answer that I don’t recall precisely now. I decide to just exit the house.
Once outside, I find myself in a dark, late-night scene. I leap in the air and within moments project high into the sky, the speed and sensation of which is almost dizzying. I first admire the sky as it is dense with beautiful bright stars. I then look back down. The scene is surprisingly dark, and a bit more rural than my actual neighborhood. It is too dark to make out major details of what is below me. So I follow my instincts and just enjoy some flying. Lots of twists and turns, slight dive bombs, etc. I enjoy the very realistic sensation of wind on my face, positioned and timed perfectly with my various flying maneuvers.
Having enjoyed some nice flying, I wonder to myself what might be next. An interesting idea strikes me. I look up into the starry night, and pose a simple request to the dream space: ‘Show me something important to Maria and I.’ Within moments, I shoot up further and further into the night sky, losing all perspective of the Earth and my relative position in space. Before long, I am floating in the black, starry void that is outer space. I have no idea where I am, but the scene itself is not fully 3-D. Perhaps I am having a hard time acclimating to this unusual set of visuals.
After a short while, and for no discernible reason, the scene becomes fully 3-D. I have the very realistic sense of just floating through space. The scene pans and the Earth comes into view. The oceans are a beautifully rich blue, the land masses look well defined and completely realistic. Random and large patches of cloud cover adds a richness to the scene. It is a beautiful picture.
As the scene continues to pan, I get a view of the sun. Everything stops for a brief moment. I think to myself, ‘Oh, the something important to Maria and I is the sun, the golden disc that was vital to the belief system of Ancient Egypt.’ As the scene begins to pan once again in the same direction as before, I am given a view of the opposite side of the sun. I soon hone in on another planet, but it turns out that the entire scene is one apparent mirror image, because this new planet is the Earth once again. It has the same overall look as before.
Hovering several million miles above the Earth, I am just in awe of how alive it is, how beautiful. But as I stop to appreciate this scene some more, I begin to fall, directly toward the Earth. The Earth is rotating in its usual manner west to east, but rather quickly. As I approach it my first thought is whether it’s going to hurt when I land. But as I get closer and closer my next thought is, ‘Where the hell am I going to land?’ My question is quickly answered as I approach and crash into a point along the easternmost portion of Brazil. I wake.