Night creeps on the dimly lit boarding school here in Pottstown, and bulbs flick off in certain rooms when the short-hand ticks to eleven. It’s mandatory bedtime and a time to reverse some effects of sleep deprivation, but most slip into technically ‘dreamless’ nights: maybe a dream or two that probe into the unkempt field of subconsciousness, perhaps a jolting plot of horror that startles their deepest fears. But when the pseudo-liveliness fueled by caffeine sinks away and globs of stars under shuttered lids glide my mind into realms of the REM stage, wheels start churning in the playground of the prefrontal cortex, transforming dreams into a world that I can steer. A world where I can blurt the words unspoken, love the unlovable, do both
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Dreams – not only in lucid dreamers but for every human being – are shaped from a particular, random batch of thoughts and ideas in the subconscious, more so of those absorbed during the day. The raffle wheel of this dream selection is unpredictable, merciless and often contradictory to what you might expect to hold at the forefront of the subconscious meadow. When dreams open up to standing on a grass cube on top of a building with the bearded man you saw on a run a year ago, it is baffling. This first set up, the setting you are dropped off in, is uncontrollable – at least for my stretch of mental capacity. It might be more enjoyable if I could shape the plot of my dreams like scene cuts in a movie and unwind them like a planned movie in three dimensions, but that has definitely not been the …show more content…
It’s as if the teeth of the wheels in the parietal lobe doing the extra work in beta-1 frequency band, pushing the dreams over the brim of “normal” dreams, malfunction. These are times when I lose control of the elements that manufacture nightmares, making me scream at nights without knowing or remembering. Having hours of lucid dreams is quite an exhaustive workout of creativity, but absent memories of dreams or having nightmares seem to intensify the effects of bruxism (as many of those who have slept in the same room as me can attest to). If anything, lucid dreams are almost nightly journeys of cognitive escape that makes the world a little bit better by not plaguing my roommate with double the decibels of thrashing in bed, gnashing teeth, and yelling unintelligible phrases. But no, they’ll still be there at half the volume. The (probably) undetachable trio of nocturnal half-curse, half-blessing will continue to live, wake, and sleep in my head with another plot to
Dreams – not only in lucid dreamers but for every human being – are shaped from a particular, random batch of thoughts and ideas in the subconscious, more so of those absorbed during the day. The raffle wheel of this dream selection is unpredictable, merciless and often contradictory to what you might expect to hold at the forefront of the subconscious meadow. When dreams open up to standing on a grass cube on top of a building with the bearded man you saw on a run a year ago, it is baffling. This first set up, the setting you are dropped off in, is uncontrollable – at least for my stretch of mental capacity. It might be more enjoyable if I could shape the plot of my dreams like scene cuts in a movie and unwind them like a planned movie in three dimensions, but that has definitely not been the …show more content…
It’s as if the teeth of the wheels in the parietal lobe doing the extra work in beta-1 frequency band, pushing the dreams over the brim of “normal” dreams, malfunction. These are times when I lose control of the elements that manufacture nightmares, making me scream at nights without knowing or remembering. Having hours of lucid dreams is quite an exhaustive workout of creativity, but absent memories of dreams or having nightmares seem to intensify the effects of bruxism (as many of those who have slept in the same room as me can attest to). If anything, lucid dreams are almost nightly journeys of cognitive escape that makes the world a little bit better by not plaguing my roommate with double the decibels of thrashing in bed, gnashing teeth, and yelling unintelligible phrases. But no, they’ll still be there at half the volume. The (probably) undetachable trio of nocturnal half-curse, half-blessing will continue to live, wake, and sleep in my head with another plot to