I’ve been trying to lucid dream for a long time without any real success. I’ve had dreams in which I realized I was dreaming, but, in these previous instances, I did not take control over the dream content. Andrew playing a few Grateful Dead tunes on his guitar the other night evoked the memory of my first lucid dream a few nights before.
It’s pretty brief, but when I realized I was dreaming, I
remember feeling kind of sheepish and telling my dream companions, “If I can do
anything now that I couldn’t do in real life, I’m going to a Dead show to see
Jerry play.” Obviously, my dream companions weren’t Deadheads or I wouldn’t
have had to explain this and wouldn’t have felt sheepish. So I went to a show
at Minglewood Hall, a nice venue here in Memphis, and saw a Grateful Dead
concert with Jerry playing and singing his way through an electrifying set. One
way I knew that I was definitely dreaming was because the Jerry I saw playing was
an animated illustration of the cover for “Not For Kids Only.” It was a great show in my head, and I can’t wait for
more lucid dreams!
