I’m not implying you’re a dummy. It’s just that it’s taken me X years to learn how to fully invoke a life-like, realistic controlable situation on cue while dreaming as so I associate you with a dummy by default, because you don’t know. If that sentence didn’t make sense, it’s because you’re awake. If you were dreaming, however, you would have been thrust into the world of lucid dreaming.

Lucid dreaming is being the director of a movie in the year 3012, where dinosaurs have magic and sound waves shake your hand. It’s being abducted by aliens and driving their ship. It’s being able to live out your thoughts, by controlling your dreams. But in order to control your dreams, you need to control when you dream.

Coincidently I started wetting the bed around the same time I started experiencing really lucid dreaming. Waking up paralyzed when you just ran a marathon in a dream can startle your body into doing unexpected things. Thankfully, the bed-wetting ended it’s course long before it interfered with my ability to sleep. It also forced me into ’situation-aware’ dreaming head on, for which I’m also thankful. I’m glad I pee my pants.

I came to the conclusion that drenching the bed was a bad thing for two reasons. One, I was almost 10, and two, soaking a twin-sized mattresses each night was almost causing me to become dehydrated. At any rate, my plan was to try and catch myself dreaming and wake myself up before draining the vain. The next night before the alien in my watery room tapped on my spine to leave me paralyzed, I stopped the dream.

But I didn’t wake up.

I rearranged the room by moving the dresser over my head and against the wall. I opened the windows and watched the dark matter wash out into the dry, rocky soil. It really took me a while to figure out that I was doing all this willingly, just as I would go about moving stuff in my room throughout the day. I never floated, but was able to walk over to the window and look outside. Snap a shot of StarWars mixed with NASA on top of food poisoning with a 12-mega pixel camera and you’d have a glimpse at the most lucid, crystal-clear imagery that I have ever witnessed in my entire life. It was pretty awesome, and it’s changed my life to be able to force myself to live out situations in my dreams that I couldn’t even think about acting out in real life. Ever want to date Jessica Alba, but leave when she starts talking? Not in real life.. she’d follow you. But in dream-world, it’s entirely possible. How?

By forcing yourself to think while you’re sleeping.

Sounds tough, sure. Unless you want to do it, then it’s pretty easy. It’s like an off and on switch that’s more reliable than the one on your HD-DVD player (You won’t remember the hex code off hand, but you would in a dream, honestly).

I’ll have to fill in the rest of this post in a bit. Thanks for reading! And holy crap, that horse pic of whats her face got on DIGG! Thanks to whoever submitted it (I don’t check those) and thanks for putting up with my ad-less blog.