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lucid dream

Every now and then I have lucid dreams, where I either realize I'm dreaming on various levels, or take conscious control of the dream... or some combination. Usually, it happens by accident. Such was the case last night.

It was about a war, a revolutionary war. I was working with all these people, we were all slaves of some kind in a building controlled by these half-human, possibly half-machinelike creatures. There was an uprising and a long sequence of events, things miraculously going in our favor, which caused us to win the revolution. The first time through was a normal dream... then right at the turning point where I realized we had won the war, I realized it was a dream and wanted to re-experience the excitement of the beginning of the revolution. So I hit the mental rewind button and rewound the whole thing, to find myself back in the same room I started, all the destruction and decay of the war gone, back to being a slave. Things started to unfold again, but this time I knew I was dreaming. And when it got to the point where somebody was supposed to take a risk and start the revolution, I realized that for some reason this time the guy who was supposed to take charge wasn't around. Nobody cared about a revolution and they didn't believe it could happen. So I started telling them that it was possible, urging them to take the risk, that it would pay off in the end. But they wouldn't listen. They said "how do you know?" Which resulted in an interesting paradox and caught me off guard--if I told them that the reason I knew was because they and everything else around us was all a figment of my imagination, only existing within my dream, then I would destroy the realism of the dream somehow, and would probably wake up. But if I didn't convince him that I knew the future, then I wouldn't get to see the revolution again--which was the reason I rewound the dream in the first place.

So I resolved the problem by fibbing just a little--I told the main guy asking that I had seen visions of the future, that I knew the revolution would be successful. That it just had to get started, and then due to a miraculous sequence of events we would end up victorious. I told him I had visions because I was psychic. This reassured him. Others around were hesitant so I went into more descriptions of my visions of the future, and this reassured them even more. Soon, the time came and it was time for us to make the first move. The rest of the slaves were with me, presumably because they believed in these psychic powers of mine, which were only an excuse on my part to avoid having to explain to them the truth--that none of them really exist. It worked, and the revolution started again. But it didn't happen exactly as planned. The war was much bloodier and costly than I'd remembered. Many of the men who I'd convinced to start the revolution died. We were winning, but at a greater cost than before. I woke up when one of the enemy cyborgs was trying to strangle me in mid battle. It wasn't clear who was going to win.

What would Freud say about this?


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Oct. 15th, 2003 06:40 pm (UTC)
No doubt Freud would say that you're obsessed with sex, particularly sex with revolutionary war heros... ;) But it sounds to me like you've reached a turning point in your life. Perhaps you know, or think you know, that lying causes only miscommunication and destruction, but you see it as the only solution to something in your life. Perhaps you woke up because you didn't want to know what's going to happen...
Oct. 15th, 2003 10:53 pm (UTC)
That's a pretty interesting interpretation. I hadn't thought of that exactly, but I wouldn't be surprised if that's part of it. I think dreams are a mix of a whole lot of things, all thrown together.

I do feel that I have trouble explaining things to people sometimes, particularly with representing myself and who I am. I tend to make vast simplifications in order to not talk over their head, or confuse them too much. Actually, something like that happened this morning on the bus... this 18 year old goes "dude... that stuff looks hard, is it like... calculus or something?" and I found myself unable to explain what I was working on--or that it's been 9 years since I first took calculus and almost all the classes since have built on it, making it almost completely trivial at this point. I wasn't sure what to tell him other than "yeah, something like that."

Anyway, thanks for the interp. I like getting dream interpretations because they're as fun as fortune-telling, but have much more of a solid basis in psychology.
Oct. 16th, 2003 04:32 pm (UTC)
THAT is fucking amazing.
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