Rave: Had a co-worker that likes the Legend of Zelda games, and seems like a hardcore fan of it compared to me, and Nintendo in general; when Epona becomes your inspiration to try horse-back riding, that's saying something. Her child-like disposition that emitted when we found things to talk about was pretty cute, and I say that in context of being a child at heart, mind you. How she went about her thoughts of certain games like LOZ: Twilight Princess, and its ending that made her cried, along with throwing her ex-boyfriend into that equation somehow, and me just staring into her eyes while she eventually started smiling back was a nice, genuine moment. She went from a timid person to completely dominating the conversation, but it’s nice not having to be the conversationalist for once. I think my face was red for a good bit while I went back to working, and never thought she would make me blush.
Looking back at it, I felt if I had more time during my lunch to talk with her, I could’ve asked her about lucid dreaming, and blitzkrieg’d her with some experiential cases of mine. She seems like a person completely unaware of the concept, and would’ve developed an affinity for it for the sake of communicating more with me. If we happen to stumble upon each other, I think I might do this, but I always look back at the person who told me about lucid dreaming, and he’s completely gone now. Just a random conversation that completely changed my quotidian lifestyle and sense of novelty for nightly sleep. I guess at the end of the day, it’s about spreading knowledge and awareness, and not expecting anything back from it.
I seem to completely undermine the experiential cases of mine for awesome topics to talk about, and being about 1% of a word-slinger to them about the whole endeavor. But it never seemed to be an enticing thing to do in raising awareness of lucid dreaming since it could conflict with their current convictions, and them feigning interest in it with, “Oh, that’s cool…” Though, I think this is just an excuse, and seems to be a nice introduction to comradery, or in this case, just dating her. That whole transformation of a linear, quotidian lifestyle before lucid dreaming, and the augmentation of a blank canvas that seems to come when attempting it, and integrating it as well really can change a person in hopes of a larger sense of liberation, I guess.
I seem to be used to just interacting with older women, and how they’re seemingly completely absolved from that naiveté when talking to someone about my age has more of common ground due to the lack of our experiential learning of certain things that the older ones who tend to emasculate me about in a teasing manner. The latter seems to objectify me, but I’ve grown used to it, but the former seems more enticing even though it may lead to others having a weird concept that I’m more sociable than I seem to think against.
Friend, or transient love interest, it seems that adventure with someone in recalling our dreams, talking about what occurred, and how we dived into our cognition on a nightly basis makes it easier to reconcile the disposition we had of being so engrossed in the process without being predisposed in the win-lose situation that leads to a burnout at some point. Doing that again with anyone else seems interesting, albeit the experiential trial-and-error I had that translated into an easier time lucid dreaming if I have interest in doing so is a nice fallback.
It probably just gets easier to do if you get used to the potential that said gregarious ties may become transient moments, rather than feeling that action-to-id stuff with lucid dreaming with others was the only thing you could do that sustained its novelty. I never speculated about this contributing to those frequent burnouts before, but it’s a nice reconciliation.
Damn, I love lucid dreaming, and all of the experiential totality that it entails.
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