Flying Dreams

In the past week I've had three lucid dreams. In each of which, I decided to fly. To date, these are the only times I’ve flown. I would estimate that I’ve had maybe a dozen lucid dreams in my life.

In the first of these recent dreams, I was in an apartment talking with Sam. I didn’t recognize the room and it seemed oddly empty of room-things. So I thought that I might be dreaming and that I should float. As soon as I started thinking about floating, I was. I floated out into the hallway then floated to the end, over to the front door. I was moving around walking speed. When I got to the door, someone I don’t know let someone else I didn’t know into the apartment. The living room of this apartment had typical living room things and boxes piled on top of them. Most everything I remember from the dream was very white.

The second dream went on for a long time before I became lucid. It began with a few sword fights with people in armor; I then ran through a dark village place and attacked a few unarmed people. Somehow I wound up in a movie theater lobby. Sam was the only one around; I think we spoke for a bit before I realized I was dreaming. I wanted to fly more ambitiously than last time so I jumped and punched through the four layers of ceiling standing in my way. The view was spectacular as I emerged from the building with my sword. There was a perfectly green park in front of me, a forest off to the left, a giant parade to my right, people and cars lining the streets, mountains off in the distance, and a very blue sky. I kept rising and flew over the park. I did a few circles over the perimeter of the park, but I couldn’t really control my elevation as I flew. I was always rising and flying with my chest pointed in the direction of my travel. I would guess that I was going around 30mph.

The third dream also went on for a long time before I became lucid. I don’t remember much of it, but I was outside in a desert town running from someone. I dodged some bullets by lying in an aqueduct and hid behind a tree for a bit. I’m not sure how I became lucid this time, but I tried jumping to start flying and it didn’t work. I then just thought about it and I was up in the air. I had full control of my elevation this time. I saw some plateaus off in the distance, from takeoff to landing I would guess it took me around 10 seconds to get on top of a plateau on my initial horizon. I then quickly flew to a city park area and landed on a tall building. I looked around, but don’t remember the view. I landed on the ground and a young boy walked up to me and started talking to me. I didn’t really want to talk as my dreams don’t usually last long after I become lucid. He asked me if I knew the meaning of life; I closed my eyes and slowly fell backwards such that I was lying on the ground. A few seconds later I floated back to a standing position and told him I didn’t know. We walked together at the park and he asked me for butter. Conveniently, right in front of us there was a bowl / trash can / art thing with some butter inside of it. I scooped out the butter and handed it to him. He asked if I would be around again and I said I usually arrive by train in the middle of the day. It was night time and I tried to get one more flight in but woke up instead.

It seems the trick for me to have lucid dreams is to sleep in. Each of these was the last dream I had that day and the last two occurred around 9:00a. I’ve also had a few nightmares recently that occurred in the middle of the night. I suppose I should stop accepting scary things as scary and start challenging them in the likely event that I’m dreaming.

Peace
-- Mike