Lucid Dreaming

The show that @Bobby Cole is referring to is a radio program that is carried on many radio stations, all across the United States; but maybe not in other countries, and you might not get it in the UK.
The program is called "Coast to Coast AM", and it runs during the night hours here. It was started by Art Bell, and the show delves into all kinds of paranormal things like NDE, OBE, Shadow People, cryptoids, Bigfoot, and just about any other kind of paranormal activity, or unexplained mystery, such as the Bermuda Triangle.
You can find old episodes on Youtube, and the program is now hosted by George Noory, since Art Bell has retired. I am also pretty sure that you can listen to the program on an online radio station, although maybe not when it was on the air live (not sure about this one).

 

Since I've been sick, I've been sleeping a whole lot. If I allowed myself to, I could probably sleep all day, since whenever I lie down, I am able to go to sleep. If I close my eyes at my desk, I fall asleep. However long I am asleep, I still don't feel refreshed when I awake, though.

Last night, I had a strange dream that had to do with being in a car. There was a child in the car with me. Although I don't know which kid it was, it was someone I knew well, in the dream, and may have been someone I knew in real life, perhaps my son when he was younger, my nephew, who we raised, or someone else. That part is lost to me now, though. During the dream, I found that the car was moving but I had no control over any part of it. I seemed to have no control over the steering, the braking, or anything else, and I don't remember or never knew what the kid had to do with it. There was a lot more to do with the dream, but most of that is lost to me now.

I woke up (or thought I was awake), and was going to go into the living room to tell my wife about my dream before I forgot it, as it was still clear in my mind at that point. I knew she was awake because I could hear her dictating into her computer, as she does rather than typing. I got up. It was darker in the room than I thought it should be because we have some kind of a crystal-type light that is on all the time and, since my wife was on her computer, the living room light should be on.

Anyhow, once I got up, I found it difficult for me to walk. Although my feet were on the floor, I couldn't feel them impacting the floor. I made it around the bed and was headed for the door leading from the bedroom to the landing on the stairs, which would lead to the kitchen (straight ahead) and the living room (to the left). Walking was difficult, though.

Then, I found that I was still lying in bed. Ella was lying at the foot of the bed, by the window, where she had been. Rather than actually getting up, it seemed that I merely dreamed that I had gotten up.

I could still hear Michelle, so I got up again, with pretty much the same results. I was still in bed, and now I wasn't sure if I was awake or not. I could hear the television in the living room, I could hear Michelle talking to her computer. I called to Ella, and she would flick her tail in response, as she does. The fans were going, and everything was as it should be if I were awake and in bed.

I got up. Again, I found that walking was difficult because I couldn't feel my feet on the floor. But this time, it seemed I was in a cluttered home that had been abandoned for fifty years or longer. I didn't recognize it as being my home. There was furniture with stuff piled on top of it but I couldn't tell what anything was because it was mostly dark, although there was some light coming from a window, and everything seems to have deteriorated to a point where I couldn't tell what anything was.

At the time, I didn't know where I was. In retrospect, the geography of the building was such that it could have been our house, but in an abandoned, badly deteriorated state.

There were very few sounds, except for some movement that I thought might be mice or rats. After leaving the room where I had been, there was an entrance to another room to the right. Although I didn't recognize the place I was in as being my house at the time, there is a walk-in closet, large enough to be a bedroom, to the right.

Something moved part way out of that room and was looking at me. I thought it might be a black cat. I wondered whether it could be Cutie, although I knew that she had been dead for years. I bent down and called to her, but she (or whatever it was) retreated back into the room. I thought about going after her but wasn't sure that it was even a cat. Besides, it was pitch dark in that room.

To the left was a banister, after which was what I thought might be a stairway leading down to the left, and that is where our stairs would be, although I didn't recognize (in the dream) that I was in my house. I thought it was a stairway but wasn't sure, because something didn't look right.

In our house, the stairs would be to the left, and a bathroom is to the right, with the landing in between. In the dream, I don't remember seeing a bathroom or another room where the bathroom would have been. Instead, the landing was very narrow, as if a large part of it had collapsed or something, but I couldn't tell because the lighting was not good. Looking into what I believed to be a stairway, I considered that, if it was indeed a stairway, it had collapsed, or something was wrong. I couldn't tell what.

I was afraid that I would fall off of the landing because it was so narrow, and I still couldn't feel my feet. Where the bathroom door would be, if it were my house, there was a bunch of stuff piled on top of something - a table, a dresser, a shelf, I couldn't tell. But I didn't wonder about the bathroom door because I didn't consider or recognize the place as being my house. I tried to move some of that stuff to see if there was something that I could grab onto so that I wouldn't fall from the narrow landing, but nothing would respond to me. In other words, I was unable to physically move or pick up anything. It wasn't as if my hand went through it, but that it would stop at that point; still, I couldn't manipulate anything.

There was some light from a window, but visibility was very low. If you've ever watched Stranger Things, it was a little bit like the Upside Down, with stuff floating in the air.

In my dream, I started wondering if I were dead and I were a ghost or if this was some form of hell or of the next life, which was not at all as I had ever envisioned heaven to be like. I prayed to God that this wasn't it, that this wasn't at all what I wanted for myself. If this was the afterlife, please don't let me be dead.

Then I woke up. I was lying in bed, and Ella was at the foot of my bed. Michelle was still awake in the living room. I got up without difficulty and told her about my dream. Before I had barely gotten started, she went into the bathroom to get a mirror. She wanted to show me how red my face was. It was very flushed, although it quickly returned to a normal color.

The minutiae of my dream are lost to me now, and what I remember is my telling of it, but that was it.

 

Similar dreams from just a few moments ago, after I fell asleep in my chair at my desk.

The first one I don't remember well because the second one pushed most of it aside. I was sitting outside of an RV, which was apparently mine. There seemed to be some kind of a neighborhood gathering going on, as there were a lot of people around. I was sitting outside doing something, such as reading a book, but I don't remember what now.

I started getting a facial twitch, like a seizure, involving my mouth, and I couldn't make it stop. Some little girl walking by asks me to say hi to someone who is with her, but I don't know if she's teasing me because my face is twitching or if she was someone I was supposed to know, but I'm embarrassed, so I go inside the motor home and close the door.

While I'm trying to figure out what to do about my face, I realize the motor home is moving. I get up and go to the cab but there's no one driving it. I get behind the wheel, but I can't make it stop. All of the controls are ignoring me. The lights aren't on, and now it's almost dark, although it was daylight a moment ago. I can see that we're in the country somewhere and the motor home is traveling very fast.

I don't know what to do and it occurs to me that I'm dreaming, so I force myself to wake up.

I'm at my desk

Not long after, I fall asleep again and find myself in an ambulance. Remember, that I used to do that for a living. My partner is someone I worked with at a couple of different ambulance companies, a dependable EMT but kind of goofy. I can hear sirens in the distance and can see some flashing lights, and Ramon is getting excited about something, although we're sitting at the station. We're not on a call.

I'm trying to figure out what's going on but I'm so tired I can hardly stay awake. I get the idea that the emergency vehicle, whatever it is, is going to come past us. Ramon asks if he can flash them. What he would mean by that is not what you might be thinking, but that he wanted to flash our emergency lights as they were passing by, as someone might do if another ambulance company was passing through our service area; kind of a greeting, as well as a reminder that we're here if they need help with anything. But I'm barely awake, and I don't know if it's another ambulance company or the police, and I don't want to have to try to explain to the police why we flashed them in the event that they thought we were asking for help. I want to tell him to do what he wants because I just don't want to deal with it. Instead, I decide to walk into the station.

In the station, there are a bunch of people. Probably, three different crews and maybe some other people hanging around. Although if it were my company or another one where I worked, I should know everyone, I don't. I think I might have recognized some people but I am wondering who some of them are. People are talking to me but I can't stay awake or be alert enough to carry on a conversation.

There is a goat or some kind of goat-like animal there. I couldn't figure out what it was, but it was like it was someone's pet or something. It comes over to me like it wants to be petted or something so I move as to pat it on the head, and it bites my ankle. It hasn't actually bitten into my ankle but it has a grip on my ankle, and won't let go. Everyone thinks it's funny but it hurts and I am not enjoying being laughed at because of someone's goat, that shouldn't be here, to begin with.

I say something like, "Whoever's goat this is, get it off of me before I kill it." The answer is more laughter.

And then I wake up.

 

Possibly. I haven't been running a fever for a couple of weeks, though.