tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489387778667207505.post3749204336136395621..comments2023-08-26T10:28:00.684-05:00Comments on Ole Bald Angus the Monk: Ride On Through the NightOle Bald Angus the Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416075501254311516noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489387778667207505.post-73705371481388421542007-03-15T08:06:00.000-06:002007-03-15T08:06:00.000-06:00"Sorry baby there's only room for one on my pogo-s..."Sorry baby there's only room for one on my pogo-stick and I'm getting OUTTA here" heh.<BR/><BR/>I used to have SORTA lucid dreams when I was younger, where I knew I was dreaming and I was totally in control of myself and I could wake up any time I wanted, that didn't mean I was in control of the dream, like, I didn't feel responsible for the environment around me and the situation I was chucked into, I could make things change, but I couldn't control HOW they changed, there was still a lot of external physics and processes to everything that was beyond my immediate control, I could do a lot of amazing stuff (like get shot thirty times and keep running) but I couldn't just fly around like superman all willy nilly (or fix the bullet holes with awesome mental powers) 'cause stuff like that never made any sense to me or something I guess.<BR/><BR/>That sorta evolved (through a series of dreams that sorta trained me to do things a different way) into the dreams I have now, where I'm exactly the same guy I am when I'm awake, with basically the same thought processes and personality and everything, and I might even know that I'm dreaming on some unconscious sorta level, 'cause I can almost always turn the damn things off any time I get sick of 'em, but I play it cool and I don't interrupt the flow of things with thoughts about the fact that I'm dreaming and I just sorta quietly go wherever the dream wants me to and see whatever it wants to show me and try to solve whatever puzzles it has prepared without getting too messed up, even though I'm not really afraid of anything, I can still be grossed-out or have one of my limbs ripped off or even killed for all intents and purposes if the planet explodes or something.<BR/><BR/>I'm not sure if that's lucid or not, but that's what I got, I'm in control of ME, I can wake up any time I want, and I'm pretty hard to kill, 'cause I can suffer some pretty impossible injuries without even getting slowed down, but that's about it.<BR/><BR/>I dunno anything about tricks to making your dreams work like that or anything, I can't even imagine how there could be some trick you could use in the waking world that'd carry over to the other side, but I guess you might be able to make a deal with the unconscious part of your brain that makes up shit like this goofy pogo-stick thing, which I woulda NEVER picked deliberately, even though it turned out to be pretty fun (once I got past the intentionally embarassing nature of it, my brain is such a little bastard) 'cause it was a pretty freakin' awesome pogo-stick and it could really haul ass and shit heh.<BR/><BR/>I dunno if I'd wanna be superman anyways, I think if I could just paint whatever I wanted (like I can in the waking world when I day-dream) and the environment and situations weren't automatic, I'd be TIRED when I woke up, I think the reason I tend to go-with-the-flow is because I know I'm supposed to be RESTING my brain on some level and not putting it through any shit that takes too much conscious energy or anything, I'll usually wake up and start over if a dream is making me do anything that'd tire me out mentally if I was awake.<BR/><BR/>The weirdest thing to me is the way they fade when you wake up, if I don't get a handle on them fast enough, they get to a point where trying to remember 'em makes me actually FORGET them faster, I guess that they're only stored in short-term memory and your waking brain tends to overwrite them 'cause it has no respect for their file allocation tables or something.Ole Bald Angus the Monkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03416075501254311516noreply@blogger.com