Lucid – suffused with light, Luminous
Having full use of one’s faculties, Sane
Clear to the understanding, Intelligible
Lately in my dreams I am more aware, allowed to make a different choice in old nightmares. They are cut short, for I turn around knowing where that dream is headed, I exit the dream.
It is like I found the power to shut off the night terrors.
In my childhood I dreamed often of the Houghton Hancock Bridge falling down while I was on it. The theme was the same, bridge going down, me in the middle and safety impossible to reach, and I would awaken spent and terrified so grateful it was only a dream.
The other night, I was approaching the bridge, and it appeared to be going under the water, I turned and left the scene.
Now, I am not certain what the ‘experts’ would say Lucid dreaming is, but for me it is when I can make a choice that ends the night terror, prior once it began I had to ride it out, suffering as my emotions were kidnapped.
And yesterday I thought if there is lucid dreaming, then it must be possible to have lucid awake time.
In lucid awake time, you are aware, having full use of one’s faculties, sane with clear understanding.
It is like having lucid consciousness. And I feel oftentimes my dreams are showing me my unconsciousness, so I am lucid about that as well.
The more lucid you are the less I feel you will be kidnapped by circumstances, that you will be able to be have control of self even if the scene isn’t to your liking.
We can have waking nightmares, where it feels impossible to survive this moment in time, where the daily dream grabs hold of us and doesn’t let us go.
The key I feel is to change your usual reaction.
One change and the nightmare becomes a dream a nice day dream, a friendly moment in time, coming bearing gifts of understanding, showing you where you are out of control, trying to give you back your lucidness.
Having full use of your faculties’ means that no matter what, you will stay in your center, and not lose control to the dream scene as it unfolds.
Yesterday at work could have been a package nightmare, but instead I took control, while my boss was losing it.
The numbers overwhelmed, I had 61 and my buddy had 113, my boss stressed not knowing how we would deliver all.
There literally is a limit, so I told her we would do our limit and leave the rest behind, we would take the priorities first and the third class would wait until tomorrow, and tomorrow we would do the same, just dealing with what must go.
It is surprising how the packages lost their dominance and their weight, how they meekly sat awaiting their fate, once we realized it is us who has the power over them.
Not losing control of your faculties, remaining sane and not allowing the packages to take hold of your emotions, means you changed you in the scene.
What is so insane is that we believe that the package can control our emotions, yet it is us, we allow them to make or break a day, to steal our peace, to drain us completely, we let go of the control of our emotions.
A thing, an item, a circumstance, a part of the whole daydream, hijacks us without a gun, they just arrive and we throw up our hands and become hostage.
It is incredible when you literally look at what has power over you and how it is gleaned.
Imagine being weaker than a package that has no voice, no emotions, nothing. Innocently it is just a box that covers a gift, an item purchased, a toy, an item of clothing, a thing the box holder order, nothing more and nothing less, it is.
Who lost its faculties, not the box, it remained unchanged, a perfect rendition of a package, while the human being in the room, danced a dance showing her vulnerabilities.
Today I will watch to see what steals my lucidness.
I M Perfect lady 