Seeing Darkness in a New Light

I was two or three years old when I started to enjoy bringing chaos into the world. My sister was napping on the couch, and I thought, as a designated destroyer, it was my unmistakable duty to mess with the status quo. I went over to the couch and pulled her right eyelid open. I saw her eye, and I assumed an eye open was equivalent to being awake. However, when I let her eyelid go, she kept sleeping as if nothing had happened. ‘I must be in complete control of her sleep! I need to hold her eye open longer!’ So I did. She stirred slightly but rolled over and went right back to sleep. I realized she woke up only because I was playing with her eye; this was when I learned that sleep goes beyond the eyes. Eyes don’t “close,” they just get shielded by eyelids. ‘Fascinating! What is sleep, then?’ In my insomniatic childhood, this led to years’ worth of nighttime experiments.

I started to enjoy examining the inside of my eyelids and seeing the way light got through. I created shapes and art forms, and if I closed my eyes harder, the shapes were completely transformed. My eyelids served as a projector screen for the images in my mind. This was wonderful at first, but then my imagination went another direction…

I don’t know how much of an effect the insomnia had on things, but I started having violent nightmares. They usually involved Chucky or Gremlins (both of which I was probably exposed to a liiiittle too soon) or Ursula from The Little Mermaid (who still haunts me to this day). These nightmares felt eerily real because the transition between awake and asleep was becoming less pronounced. In fact, it was virtually impossible to gauge my level of consciousness. I would be lying in bed creating a performance inside my eyelids, and when I took a break to look around in the real world, an image of a fictional monster or villain would suddenly appear on my wall. I was still very awake, though. An invisible man walked around in my room, and the only way to follow him was to watch his sunglasses. Kidnappers tortured me, snakes and spiders crawled around my sheets, and I had to fight for my life against the onslaught of bullets, arrows, and other ominous airborne projectiles suddenly materializing out of thin air. Yet my eyes would still be open, and I was in the same house I had always lived in. In a matter of moments, I would drift into an alternate universe, and the evil would follow.

By the time I was deep into these nightmares, I usually realized I was dreaming, but how was I to escape? Fear and inexperience clouded my judgment – I thought dreams were just a nighttime reality, and I had no choice but to endure the horror until, according to some set schedule, it ended.

I was already barely sleeping, and now I was so afraid of the nighttime that I wanted to sleep even less. I regretted needing an outlet for my intense imagination. I wanted the old normal dreams back. It had gone too far. I needed to change things, or I was in danger of losing my mind to fear (and a lack of sleep).

Flash forward a few hellish months. In my daytimes, I was starting to grasp the concept of boredom. I never napped in day care or preschool like the kids were supposed to because I was never tired (even though I only got about four hours of sleep a night), so in my waking state, I had to do something to pass the increasingly excruciating seconds. Thus I started daydreaming. I went wherever my imaginative mind took me, but I was still looking around the room to keep myself grounded in waking reality. I soon figured out my dreams could be fooling me by carefully placing the same surrounding objects in the same positions. Now I needed something those clever dream creators couldn’t touch, something more internal. It’s simple, but this is what I settled on: I closed my eyes as hard as possible and shook my head. If the world around me was still the same when I reopened my eyes, I was awake. Sometimes I was surprised when my surroundings had disappeared…

Most likely through repetition, I carried this over to my nocturnal life. I still had the same vivid dreams, but now I had an escape plan. Over time, I was able to wake myself up when things got really bad. Eventually, though, I took another route. Knowing that I was now much safer, I began standing up to the monsters. After all, I had nothing to lose. Once they were out of the way, I was able to go on incredible adventures. I tried to guide my dreams a certain way and found it surprisingly easy. I eradicated the villains and transformed evil into good, atrociousness into beauty. The nightmares dwindled then disappeared completely. I started sleeping a bit more, and I looked forward to the nightly journey. My waking hours were enhanced by the experiences I had in my dreams.

Fast forward to now.

It’s been about twenty years since I even thought about dreams. Once school, friends, work, and the real world were thrown into the mix, sleep became less fun. Stress took over. Nighttime became associated with anxiety. Anxiety about social situations, about homework, about the future, about the past. I had no time for dreams anymore. I dreaded waking up the following day, but tomorrow came quicker and quicker and quicker once I abandoned my dreams. I would drift into uninteresting slumber and, no matter how many hours had elapsed, I would wake up feeling like I didn’t sleep at all. My apprehensions would instantly pick up where they left off the night before as if it had only been a few minutes. If I did happen to remember a dream during this period, it would usually be an extension of a worry I was facing in the real world. My anxieties consumed my dreams, so I faced 24 hours of stress a day.

As you’ve probably been able to tell in this blog, I’ve been trying so hard to break free from the obstacles and trepidations in my mind, and I have seriously made progress. Unfortunately, I’ve had occasional relapses. There are triggers that start the whole depressed, self-loathing train again. I’ve experienced some slaps in the face in the job world, relationship world, and other worlds, and my fortitude is still being tested. In order to strengthen myself, I need to make further changes, and this is where I am currently focusing on dream improvement.

I sought an escape from my vivid nightmares as a child, but now I seek an escape from my dull nighttime meanderings as an adult.

I forgot about dreams; I completely disregarded that 33% or so of my daily life. I have been much closer to being dead than asleep. In order to get where I really want to be, I’ve got to place more emphasis on enjoying sleep and the dream state. I’m practicing relaxation techniques before bed. I’m trying to put myself back into the lucid, or at least vivid, dream state. My last expectations before falling asleep or no longer that of a vapid, forgetful stroll but rather of a sentient, stimulating voyage.

As much as I am looking to “wake up” in those hours I am actually awake, I equally need to “wake up” in those hours I am sleeping. I need to continue those nighttime eyelid exhibitions and work on attaining that “dream virtuoso” status I once held.

I just want to wake up feeling more refreshed, more alive, and more mindful of how to pursue my goals, and I think my efforts will have a positive effect.

I learned how to recognize and control my dreams twenty years ago, but what’s the point in having these valuable tools if I’m not going to use them? I’d rather let my imagination get out of hand and put those tools to the test than have no imagination at all.

Before I typed this last sentence, I closed my eyes and shook my head. Still here.

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10 comments on “Seeing Darkness in a New Light

  1. My dreams are a very important part of my life, increasingly so as I not only continue to reflect on them but bring them into a psychotherapeutic space. Thank you for this enjoyable post!

  2. Brandon says:

    I’ve realized that the more you avoid something, the more it consumes you. You can never conquer your nightmares if you don’t learn to live with them and accept that it’s all they are — otherwise, they’re going to continue popping up in your sleep. Rarely do I wake up from nightmares, but I have before and it sucks. However, I acknowledge that it was just a nightmare and I’ll try again another night.

  3. MW Moore says:

    There was a time when I walked away from the real world (dreams?) and have found it difficult to go back. I’ve taken to having a notebook on my nightstand. I write down the snippets I can remember of that night’s dream. As I write, pictures appear. As I describe the pictures now, short films, like trailers for a movie appear.
    Hold on to your dreams (no reference to aspirations). Looking forward hearing more.
    peace out-mw

  4. moonkittyblog says:

    I have never had a lucid dream. I’ve come close, to the point where I knew I was dreaming in the dream, but lucid dreamers, like you, have control over the dream, and can make different things happen in the dream just by willing it. What an amazing ability! Honestly, I’m jealous. I know you said you’re rusty now, but I suspect a skill like that is a bit like riding a bike – you never truly forget how to do it. There are some Lucid Dreaming apps on iTunes, but they’ve never worked for me. However, they might kick your latent ability back into gear. Just a thought. Good luck, and keep trying – you obviously have a natural aptitude for this since you were able to do it at such a young age. Meditation in general might help unlock your frozen potential (lots of iTunes apps for that, too).

  5. klparry says:

    Hum? Your dreams certainly seemed to be a reflection of what ever is troubling you. I too have had very vivid and frightening dreams as a child, particularly once I became a teenager during a time of great unhappiness. I felt helpless to make any changes and my dreams reflected that.
    I also learned how to wake myself. Sleeping with a radio on, I could lock onto the sound like a rope and pull myself out. Later I added the light from a lamp near my bed so that when I woke I knew I had actually woken.
    I’ve since discarded both, most of the time, but on occasion I do have nightmares. Heart pounding, fearful terrors that cause me to dread closing my eyes. I don’t welcome them and would prefer to sleep dreamless for the rest of my life than to suffer through just one.
    I find it peculiar that you’d want to revise those terrors of the night. But it seems you could find a way to coax that imagination out from your nightmares and into your day dreams by finding time to allow your mind to wander. Perhaps a few hours before you want to sleep find a dimly lit, quiet place, with a nondescript melody playing softly in the background – so softly that you barely hear it. Maybe then when you finally lie down to sleep you may actually get some rest.

  6. I think the fact that you could provoke a lucid dream is amazing and exactly what a creative person needs to be able to truly form unique thoughts and ideas. In the back of our minds, our subconscious is always working away far removed from our conscious thoughts. When you go to sleep, the subconscious takes that time to gather all of the information you learned or expanded upon and forms connections throughout your mind to disseminate and consolidate what you learned. In my opinion, when someone is experiencing lucid and realistic dreams their mind is about to use this storytelling to form ever more important connections between factual information and the one part of our mind that the conscious cant get enough of: Recognition.

    By imagining these terrible villains and horrible nightmares, your mind is putting ideas that never existed together into context and forming completely new connections. Just hearing your story gets this idea flowing in my mind and i’m excited about the idea of instigating lucid dreams into my own sleep for that exact reason!

    Thanks for being so explorative and really describing your dilemma and your own plan of action, it is inspiring even if just from the perspective of another writer admiring the writing.

    • InMyHead says:

      “In my opinion, when someone is experiencing lucid and realistic dreams their mind is about to use this storytelling to form ever more important connections between factual information and the one part of our mind that the conscious cant get enough of: Recognition.”

      Interesting thought! This seems to hit the nail on the head with the dream I just wrote about: http://inmyhead77.wordpress.com/2014/02/15/dandelions/

      There is something that I would like to add to this conversation to find out how many people also experience this. I’ve dealt with sleep paralysis since a child which a lot of times involves lucidity/delusions. It’s a very frightening experience no matter how many times you’ve went through it! This topic just may be a future post 🙂

  7. this is extremely well-written, as well as entertaining and informative. i share your interest in dreams, and find them a profound source of understanding what’s going on in the mind. i don’t expect you to take unsolicited advice, but for what it’s worth, i recommend avoiding certain things if you want to remember your dreams more clearly: late-night internet vigils or immersion in the news late at night in particular. reading vividly written literature (dickens in particular) can give you richer visuals. the relaxation techniques you mention are also an excellent idea. good luck sleeping and dreaming better! and thanks also for liking my blog post.

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