Rancho Tarzanadu: Miss Linda's Lucid Dreaming

Miss Linda had a recurring lucid dream. This time she knew she was in the lucid dream before she tried the things that usually signaled to her that she was dreaming, like trying to turn on light switches that would not produce light. She decided to test her dream theory; she turned to her bedside table and tried to turn on the light switch. No go. She tossed back the covers and stepped out of bed (within the dream) and swiftly started to flap her hands against her thighs as if her hands were hummingbird wings. She started to gradually rise off the floor. This unnerved her a bit, but she proceeded. She leveled herself out so she was parallel to the floor, but a few feet above it. She flew around her own bedroom for a few seconds, then ventured outside to her balcony. There was a full moon, which filled the backyard with cool blue-white light and lit up the ground with the imperial shadows from the tall pine trees cast upon it. She sailed and swooped over the backyard, dipping and flipping in the air as if she was performing in a circus trapeze act, and she gained more confidence which fed her momentum. There was a cool Autumn breeze, not cold, but cool, moist and buoyant. She felt supported as if she were floating on the surface of the sea.

An owl hooted in the trees, and airplanes flew high above her head. She could hear the creatures of the night rustling in the bushes, and dogs barking faintly in the neighboring backyards. Frogs were sing-croaking from the country club golf course pond nearby.

She was free as a bird and weightless, spiraling this way and that, diving in close to the ground and skimming over small ground plants, then rushing back up towards the sky, soaring above the tops of the pines.

The more frequently she had this dream, the longer she could remain in this state of bliss, floating and flying in mid-air.

She caught herself thinking that she was flying and dreaming at the same time, and realized what an unnatural state that was to find herself in. She started to lose her balance.

She woke up abruptly, safely in her own bed, in the same position she had fallen asleep in.

She turned to her bedside table, turned on her lamp which illuminated instantly, and made a few key notes in her dream journal. She was determined to master this technique of dream-flight no matter how long it took her, even if it was a slow, methodical process over the course of her lifetime.

She turned out the light, snuggled into a comfortable position, and went back to a smooth, sound, seamless sleep until morning.

She awoke in the early daylight with remnants of stardust and sticky Blue Plumbago flowers intertwined throughout her hair.