Wow. Today hit me like a rock. I wasn’t drinking last night. I didn’t set an alarm as no work this week. I thought I’d probably wake naturally at about half eight. My blinds were open.
I woke from absence at noon. I was in deep dream and this life had no relevance to the person I was inhabiting. This is double strange because I usually have a hand on the tiller with dreams and I was lost utterly but woke with recollection. Full moon eclipse on me after a number of promises to myself and suddenly I’m sucked into other realms and incarnations. There was nothing of danger or unpleasantness in it. But I must have needed to utterly stop all functions and recharge in the moon.
Occasionally I’ve run into dreampeople I’ve met in the real world. Usually they’re just lost or I’ve found them on purpose. Very rarely they’re doing the lucid thing too but they’ve had to learn it and they think they can “Inception” people or somesuch – (that’s not a thing). I’m definitely the guy who could beat Freddie Kruger in how I skip through dreams with awareness, and avoid the pitfalls. My dreams are a safe place and have been ever since my grandma taught me to lucid dream to stop awful nightmares and screaming wake up every night for so long as a tiny child. Dandy lion taught me lucid dreams. I think I wrote about it years ago.
But yeah, last night and this morning I was flat out, still buzzing but with no control. My last memory of dream was clearing out spiders for The Donmar Warehouse, but a version of it that looked like Wilton’s Music Hall. I was working in dream theatre. But as we know, spiders know webs. I got momentarily caught in a dreamweb. I was discharged with no injury and feeling strong enough to do what I need to do.
The full moon intentions are big, so the recalibration sleep makes sense. Tonight and onwards I’ll likely be back to lucid so it’ll be nice to see anyone who wants to pop in. Meanwhile it’s just gone midnight. I’m gonna make a camomile tea with a slug of Derbyshire sugarwhisky. It’s a sleeping pill and it gets through whisky that should otherwise be burnt. Means hopefully I won’t rocksleep until noon again.
AlBarclay 