Lucid Dreaming
I guess I will start in the beginning, or what I think is the beginning. The night of the eclipse was when I was 14 years old. My family was at the lake house in Maine, just like every summer. The lunar eclipse started at 1:30am and my parents promised to wake us up for it. I remember waking the next morning just furious that they never woke me up! My mom said ”Of course we woke you up!” “No, you didn’t.” “We all sat out on the dock and watched it together. You were talking about the mosquitos and how cold you were. I gave you my sweater.” “Really?…Oh.” By my thirties both my parents had passed. In 2019 we moved to a tropical region of Mexico and celebrated my 50th birthday during the pandemic. Lockdown in Mexico was much like everywhere else. Staying home meant failed experiments with gardening, eating the homemade bread my nearly adult kids kept making and I decided to try and learn lucid dreaming (where you take control of your dreams). It involved walking around all day asking yourself “Am I dreaming?” (spoiler alert, it makes you feel a bit crazy). The idea is that you will start to do this in your dreams. The other thing you do is keep a notebook next to your bed and jot down your dreams upon waking. I wrote things like this: Hiding from the FBI. They’ll never find me under this book! There’s a little girl sleeping in a cook pot on the stove. She likes it! I can’t get her out! Anyway, all this effort on lucid dreaming and I never did get control in a dream, but six months ago something happened that scared me a bit. I had a dream so vivid I feel sure it was real: I was woken by my mother. She said “Come on, it’s time.’ I sat up surprised and almost fell out of bed, because I was seeing my deceased mother and was sitting on the top bunk. My little sister was complaining loudly as I carefully climbed down. “What’s going on?” “The eclipse you idiot.” my sister growled at me. Dazed I stepped into the chilly Maine air. I shivered and mentioned how cold it was. My mom smiled and offered me her sweater. I sat on the dock peering at the moon with my brother, my sister and my parents, smacking mosquitos. “This is amazing!”I said out loud. “Yes we have the perfect view.” my Father said. And then it was over we went back inside and I crawled back onto the top bunk, and woke up in Mexico. ... Anyway, I have stopped keeping a dream journal.  Today I just dropped off my painting for the art contest at Rico’s Cafe. It’s called “Coffee! Coffee! Coffee! “  Also
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