So I am currently recruiting participants for my research project related to dreams. It is a study involving unusual experiences occurring somewhere between waking and dreaming. More information can be found on my Dream Research Project page. I have had multiple experiences that fall into this category, one of which I have written about here.
Dreams have always seemed to fascinate me. The fact that we can live a completely different life while we are sleeping, how sometimes, I cannot seem to distinguish whether what I remember happened while I was awake or asleep, and whether or not it matters.
My dad and I have had discussions about fictional characters and how we sometimes know more about them, than about the the author of the books in which they appear. Sherlock Holmes, for instance, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Is Sherlock Holmes really any less real simply because he is fictional? It depends, I suppose, on your definition of reality. We know so much more about him than we do about Doyle who we assume was a “real” person.
In any case, this research project involves examining various worldviews and exploring how these liminal experiences can influence or change our ways of thinking about the world around us.
Just had more lucid dream strangeness. I was on a balcony where I had just been, but the street had changed and I realized I was dreaming so I jumped off the balcony and started to fly. I asked the dream to take me somewhere and I ended up in this room with red/burgundy couches and all the doors were closed. I opened one and there were about 5 or 6 people sitting in chairs, kind of like a classroom. They all stood up when I came in. I recognized my mom as one of them. It was when she was younger maybe still in school. I think it was around the time that Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. So I went up to her and told her that I was her daughter, her future daughter and she hugged me. I told her I hadn’t seen her in 17 years. She looked at me and told her friends “she does look kind of like me doesn’t she?” Then the dream ended and I woke up. I looked at my cell phone and started to look at my messages, and noticed that they seemed strange, I couldn’t remember half of them, and then I found a picture on my phone of the room with the red couches from my dream. I heard this strange almost twilight zone type music and a singsong voice said “you’re still dreaming…” and I was whisked away again, this time to the apartment where I grew up. As I walked by my parents bedroom I saw two shadowy figures look at me, one of them waved. I continued to walk down the hallway, looked in the other bedroom, then the dining room and kitchen. I tried to look at the clock but it was kind of blurry. As my attention would shift from one room to the next, each room would change, the furniture, the decor, so that every time I looked at each room it looked different. I think I decided to take a picture of one, and this man appeared, he said he wanted to make it look believable for the picture. I asked “Who are you” and he said “The director”. I followed him thorough this hidden doorway to what looked like a movie set, but he would not say more. I then remember my attention shifting back to my body in bed which I could feel, but felt as if I was in a deep meditative state. It felt as if I was just awake meditating and thinking, I was aware of my breathing, my cat sleeping on the pillow above my head, I felt her tail brush against my face. I started to wonder if maybe lucid dreaming isn’t really sleeping at all, maybe it’s something in between dreaming and meditating. In this dream state, I felt it was less fragile than lucid dreams I have had in the past. I wonder if it is possible that I could have traveled back in time in my dream and visited her…