A strange dream. Might have TMI
Aug. 19th, 2005 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSo, in order to find out if my back problems are caused by an overactive bladder, or vice versa, my doctor has me peeing into a graduated bottle for the next few days.
Last night, like usual, I awoke somewhere between 3:45 and 4:15 and went to the bathroom and did my business, measuring it out and writing the volume down in a little journal via flashlight, then went to bed.
Shortly thereafter, I got up and went again. I was a little confused about why I was wandering into the bathroom when I had just gone. I fumbled a little with the flashlight and the bottle, and then I felt a wetness on my hand as if I'd missed the bottle (ick-- told you it was TMI), but that was impossible, I'd just gone so I had nothing to give and I didn't feel like I was giving anyway. I pushed down the button on the flashlight and saw that the stream was coming out of the flashlight!
I've never had a lucid dream before, but I instantly realized that any situation this surreal had to be one. I turned my head towards the door and tried to say, "Omaha, wake me up!"
And then I learned that there are different levels of volition: one for what I was doing in the dreamworld, and one for what I wanted to do in the real world. I couldn't get the words out! "OooohhhhMMmmmmmm." My mouth was trying to form the words, but it was if my face had hardened like Play-Doh left out too long. "Mmmmmmaaaaaahaaaaaa...." It's like that scene in The Matrix when Smith says "How will you call your lawyer when you can't even speak?" only not as freaky. And then, with a transition so smooth it will be the envy of television programmers everywhere, I was transported to my bed, conscious and mostly puzzled, and intrigued about the whole incident.
Fortunately, I hadn't actually made a sound or moved at all, and Omaha never noticed. I went back to bed, undisturbed either by back pain or strange dreams.
There must be something in that dream, some insight into the nature of volition, that I can use in a Journal Entry. Into the hopper with it!
Last night, like usual, I awoke somewhere between 3:45 and 4:15 and went to the bathroom and did my business, measuring it out and writing the volume down in a little journal via flashlight, then went to bed.
Shortly thereafter, I got up and went again. I was a little confused about why I was wandering into the bathroom when I had just gone. I fumbled a little with the flashlight and the bottle, and then I felt a wetness on my hand as if I'd missed the bottle (ick-- told you it was TMI), but that was impossible, I'd just gone so I had nothing to give and I didn't feel like I was giving anyway. I pushed down the button on the flashlight and saw that the stream was coming out of the flashlight!
I've never had a lucid dream before, but I instantly realized that any situation this surreal had to be one. I turned my head towards the door and tried to say, "Omaha, wake me up!"
And then I learned that there are different levels of volition: one for what I was doing in the dreamworld, and one for what I wanted to do in the real world. I couldn't get the words out! "OooohhhhMMmmmmmm." My mouth was trying to form the words, but it was if my face had hardened like Play-Doh left out too long. "Mmmmmmaaaaaahaaaaaa...." It's like that scene in The Matrix when Smith says "How will you call your lawyer when you can't even speak?" only not as freaky. And then, with a transition so smooth it will be the envy of television programmers everywhere, I was transported to my bed, conscious and mostly puzzled, and intrigued about the whole incident.
Fortunately, I hadn't actually made a sound or moved at all, and Omaha never noticed. I went back to bed, undisturbed either by back pain or strange dreams.
There must be something in that dream, some insight into the nature of volition, that I can use in a Journal Entry. Into the hopper with it!
