Somersault Series
I love using lucid dreams to fly. It's fun trying out different body
positions while suspended in the air. In this series, I attempted to do
somersaults and more without losing my lucidity. It can take a while to
accomplish the task I've set for myself. Persistence helps!
11/13/84 A lucid dreamlet, barely remembered. While in bed, I
stand on my hands and try to flip over and turn a somersault. But I lose
the dream.
3/30/85 I become lucid while flying. I attempt to fly higher by
increasing the layers of air beneath me. Then, trying to do a backward roll,
I wake.
7/28/86 I am lucid in a room I know to be unlike any in waking
reality. It's a living room with sofa, coffee table, etc. "How can
I levitate?" I ask myself, meaning in the waking state. Then I try
it out here in the dream.
"I can levitate!" I affirm, lifting a couple of feet off the
ground before I return to figure out how I do it. I try pushing off from
direct contact with the ground. It doesn't work. But lifting one foot/pushing
up with my toes/standing/already being on that upper level does work.
I decide to try a somersault to see if I can retain focus during the
process. I lift my foot until my white tennis shoe is on the ceiling. Then
I gently move my head backwards. I almost make it over but lose the scene.
Still lucid and dreaming, I feel myself upright and begin spontaneously
to spin. Patches of light and dark flash by me as I slow down. The same
scene springs up again. I try another backward flip. This time I lose most
of the scene but carry the sensation with me. As I land and the scene brightens
once more, I find myself standing atop the coffee table.
9/30/87 It's my intention to do what (lucid lab subject) Daryl
Hewitt had described to me: cartwheel through the dark night. I conjure
up an image of dark outer space and stars, juxtaposed quite close to a brilliant
full moon. I try cartwheeling. At first I twirl around. But that's not right,
so I try a flipfirst a forward flip, then a backwards somersault. It's
really neat. I'm so happy that I can do this without becoming disoriented
and wake up. Finally, I perform real cartwheels across the sky.
All this time it seems that I'm getting closer to the moon. The bright
light is growing in size. It seems strange that this is always a full moon.
I'm not going round the back where I'd see a crescent shape, for instance.
Of course, I realize this is not really the moon. The light expands until
there is just a narrow edge of darkness left. It's almost surrounding me.
I move it back and forth, playing with it because I know I don't have to
go completely into it if I don't want to. And I don't want to out of sheer
contrariness so I can be different from Daryl and all those other
male lucid dreamers I know who are forever trying to "go to the Light."
I'm quite comfortable here in the friendly dark. |
