I had perhaps the most lucid dream of my life days ago. I should have written about right after I woke, details would have been more numerous and sharp. I’m not sure quite how circumstances led me to this point. But there I was, backed out onto the edge of a cliff. A cliff so high and deathly that the ground wasn’t even visible. A stranger was approaching, after beating the shit out of me for what seemed like an eternity. Faceless. I kept back peddling until my heels dangled off the edge, the stranger kept advancing on me. Dust swirling. The stranger stopped right in my face, grinned eerily. Out of nowhere, it didn’t even feel like it was ME who was speaking, I said: “Go ahead. Do it. Push me off. It doesn’t even matter. I’m going to wake up in about 5 seconds anyway.” So he did. The stranger shoved me in the chest, and I went free falling, twirling and flailing, the dust and wind hitting my face, into the abyss. Then, just as my counterpart claimed, I woke up. Looked at the clock, it was about 3:30. I sat up and immediately felt the same sensation again, free falling. When I stood up, I felt a the strongest vertigo I’ve ever before. Everything was spinning. Nothing made sense. I went to the kitchen and got water, eventually calmed myself, and my senses, down. But that was a first for me: telling someone in a dream to kill me, cause it didn’t matter, I’d be waking up soon anyway. If that isn’t lucid dreaming I don’t know what is. What’s strange is this happened a couple days after I watched Waking Life. Which, as most who’ve heard of the film know, is about lucid dreaming.
-Sonny
