The Sleep of Reason Does Not Produce Lucid Dreams:
Inktober 2019 Day 6
I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead. Maybe.
In my ongoing attempts to sleep better, I have tried some reverse psychology: Instead of being annoyed that I always wake up multiple times a night, perhaps I should instead be grateful for the opportunity to work on lucid dreaming.
Most lucid dreaming (trying to become conscious within a dream to control, question or analyze the dream and/or the right hemisphere of the brain) techniques suggest waking oneself up to try and move in and out of the dreaming state repeatedly.
I’ve not had much success with the lucid dreaming...or with the reverse psychology.
I have been keeping a dream journal, trying to send my subconscious mind the message that I am paying attention. So I am remembering many more of my dreams for the first time in years.
But so far all of my dreams are remarkably banal. They feature things lifted from whatever tv program I have viewed most recently...or dead pets whose litter boxes I have forgotten to clean...for so long that I can’t even remember the last time...and crying babies, lost dogs, lost homework...and unfortunately, many, many large, burrowing rodents.
I had one random lucid dream that involved a lot of vomiting of black dental floss and some bad sculpture.
It was sort of exciting, but not exactly a success. And definitely not a boon to my sleep.
(This drawing is not finished...but perhaps that is for the best)