Lucid Nightmare

Sunday, July 18, 2010 Stef dela Cruz 0 Comments

I had another lucid nightmare last night.

It seemed so real. In my dream, I was visiting a public highschool for a reason I can’t recall now. It was time to go home but I forgot which way was out.

I asked the kids around me where I was supposed to go. Each student had a different answer. I had no choice but to try all of their suggestions. This kid in a ponytail told me to wait by the highway for a jeepney, which I did. Surprise surprise: the jeepney made a u-turn and headed back to the school.

Another kid said I should walk down this short footpath to the road that led to where I lived. I did as he said, only to find out the path led back to – wherelse? – the school.

Over and over, whatever I did, I found myself back in the school. It was like a geographical vacuum, sucking me back in.

It was getting dark and the students were about to go home. I didn’t know how to get out. I couldn’t find my way home. I was on the verge of panic.

Thank God I finally woke up.

What on earth did that nightmare mean? Even spookier were the familiar faces I saw there. Faces who looked too painfully familiar. Oddly enough, none of them were in my highschool.

I’ve always had lucid nightmares and I’m quite used to them. Sometimes, I know that I’m dreaming and I can control where the dreams go. It’s like having your own puppets live out your dreams in your dreams, so to speak. But sometimes, I get nightmares that scare me to my very core. Just like last night.

Here’s a pseudo-Gestalt-inspired self-realization question: do you sometimes wonder who dreams about you?

Stef dela CruzAbout the blogger
Stef dela Cruz is a doctor and writer. She received the 2013 Award for Health Media from the Department of Health. She maintains a health column in Health.Care Magazine and contributes to The Manila Bulletin. Add her to your circles.