3.15.00 - 21:58:21
I was cot camping it in the living room last night (you can't hear Stompy the neighbor out there) and I woke up at 3:30 this morning to the sound of a cocktail party downstairs. Lots of women laughing. When I sat up a little, it stopped. I figured it must have been a dream, so I put my head back on the pillow and I heard it again. How annoying. I sat up once more and it stopped. Very odd.
While extremely exhausted, I suddenly had the urge to pee. Bad. I stumbled off the cot and was making my way to the bathroom when I realized I couldn't keep my eyes open. I forced them open with my fingers and it wasn't until I got to the bathroom and the light didn't work that I knew something was very wrong. Nothing felt right. Panicking a little, I went back to the living room when it dawned on me that the sound I heard was coming from outside.
I looked out the front window and it wasn't women laughing at all, it was the squeaky wheels of dozens of Radio Flyer wagons being pulled by children. Some children had wagons, some didn't. They were all walking south. The children were silent and they just kept coming. Every now and then a few of them would break into a brief and wordless fistfight and then carry on down the street like zombies. Why on earth were they out this late at night? Where were the going? It was frightening and it was only then I realized I had to be dreaming all of this.
Those kids scared me very much and I knew it was very important that I wake myself up right away. But I also had to pee and toyed with the idea of going to the bathroom first. I decided this wasn't such a good idea after all as there was a strong possibility I'd simply end up wetting the bed.
None of my usual tricks woke me up. I screamed, I spun around real fast, I flung myself on the cot and floor. Everything began to seem very vivid. I had real sensations. I pulled my hair and pinched my arms. I felt pain. Oh my god, I thought, what if those kids are real and I'm only succeeding in freaking out the neighbors?
Then, of course, I woke up.
I've had several dreams like this lately. The sensations are extraordinarily vivid and real. I just can't tell if I'm dreaming or not. Usually, when I discover I'm dreaming, I perform a few perfunctory tests such as inflicting pain on myself or trying to read something. If I don't hurt and the reading makes no sense, I'm dreaming, and I dive out the window to fly around the Himalayas or conjure up my crush of the week and attempt sex on the couch. (How come I can never remember to write a cool song or poem in my dreams? How come I don't try to solve problems that plague me during the day? It's never creative, it's always flying or sex. Every time.)
Anyway, lately my lucid dreams are scary and uncontrollable. I don't like them at all.
