Cactus Annie
Refugee
After what must have been over 3 years of having variations of a recuring dream of me returning to Cheltenham to complete doing a degree that I didn't want to do, my nightly stories changed took a different twist earlier this year. Not only have I had 4 or 5 lucid dreams but I've also dreamed of people or events before they happened.
One dream I had that also lucid was where I was having an argument with my mum and a women who I've never met before. All of a sudden I realized that I did not recognize the house where I was. "I must be dreaming" I thought to myself. Although I'm not supposed to believe in Psychoanalysis views on dreaming or Psychology in general, I have read about lucid dreaming in dream books so if you are having a bad time in a dream you can carry out certain tasks such as flicking on and off a light switch (flashing lights do not replicate well in the dreamworld), or playing a music on vinyl (well known songs sound incoherant whilst dreaming). The song that came on happened to be Everybreath You Take by The Police.
A couple of weeks later I had an argument with my mum about what Sting said about The X Factor!
For some reason I've had a few dreams about Bret Michaels even though I'm not a fan of Poison. A month or two ago I dreamt that for some reason I was visiting him in prison. I don't know what he was supposed to be in there for but I remember him telling me that the project I had just started was right for me and that I should not look back. I think was the first strange dream I had.
Within a week I heard that he had suffered a brain hemorrhage and was in a coma.
Yesterday I experienced one of the best lucid dreams yet. Again it was featuring Bret Michaels and we were on a beach bar discusing guitarists. Other than the fact I was talking to Bret Michaels as if he was a close friend, there is a distinct lack of hot sandy beaches with palm trees where I live so I knew that I was dreaming. I remember him saying that Hendrix was a huge idol of his and that he would do anything just to meet him for one second. I then told him that I could make his dream come true for him by making him appear right in front of us because I was in control of this dream. So I concentrated hard and sure enough Jimi Hendrix appeared right in front of us and I made him dissapear again just before I woke up.
Later on I found out that he had suffered a minor stroke and that tests found a hole in his heart.
Earlier this week I had a dream about U2 playing at Glastonbury but I can't remember exactly what happened. I also had a dream about an old lady who was an amateur detective in Bath who was investigating a murder, only to be told by my mum that a friend of hers who lived in Bath was telling her about a newly retired lady who has taken up amateur sleuthing and was investigating a gruesome murder. This women received a visit from policemen in plain clothing warning to let the police do their job because she doesn't know what she is getting herself involved in. Apparently little Bath has a sinister underworld.
One dream I had that also lucid was where I was having an argument with my mum and a women who I've never met before. All of a sudden I realized that I did not recognize the house where I was. "I must be dreaming" I thought to myself. Although I'm not supposed to believe in Psychoanalysis views on dreaming or Psychology in general, I have read about lucid dreaming in dream books so if you are having a bad time in a dream you can carry out certain tasks such as flicking on and off a light switch (flashing lights do not replicate well in the dreamworld), or playing a music on vinyl (well known songs sound incoherant whilst dreaming). The song that came on happened to be Everybreath You Take by The Police.
A couple of weeks later I had an argument with my mum about what Sting said about The X Factor!
For some reason I've had a few dreams about Bret Michaels even though I'm not a fan of Poison. A month or two ago I dreamt that for some reason I was visiting him in prison. I don't know what he was supposed to be in there for but I remember him telling me that the project I had just started was right for me and that I should not look back. I think was the first strange dream I had.
Within a week I heard that he had suffered a brain hemorrhage and was in a coma.
Yesterday I experienced one of the best lucid dreams yet. Again it was featuring Bret Michaels and we were on a beach bar discusing guitarists. Other than the fact I was talking to Bret Michaels as if he was a close friend, there is a distinct lack of hot sandy beaches with palm trees where I live so I knew that I was dreaming. I remember him saying that Hendrix was a huge idol of his and that he would do anything just to meet him for one second. I then told him that I could make his dream come true for him by making him appear right in front of us because I was in control of this dream. So I concentrated hard and sure enough Jimi Hendrix appeared right in front of us and I made him dissapear again just before I woke up.
Later on I found out that he had suffered a minor stroke and that tests found a hole in his heart.
Earlier this week I had a dream about U2 playing at Glastonbury but I can't remember exactly what happened. I also had a dream about an old lady who was an amateur detective in Bath who was investigating a murder, only to be told by my mum that a friend of hers who lived in Bath was telling her about a newly retired lady who has taken up amateur sleuthing and was investigating a gruesome murder. This women received a visit from policemen in plain clothing warning to let the police do their job because she doesn't know what she is getting herself involved in. Apparently little Bath has a sinister underworld.
