Stowaway Dreamer

Under the incessant silence of a full moon, anything is possible. My thoughts are telling me intrusive stories again. We need to create silence, the type of silence and stillness that produces anticipation. Startled awake, I see myself surreptitiously walking into a dream. It’s not my dream, or my reality. This is altogether another persons experience. This is not necessarily out of the ordinary for me, becoming a stowaway in another persons dream. In the inner depths of this young woman’s mind, I find her imagination to be most fascinating and extremely powerful. She is lucid and aware that she is dreaming. It is not impossible nor is it difficult to infiltrate anyones dreams. However, I must warn you, it can be an extremely dangerous adventure, traumatic and even deadly.

When speaking about the full moon and its many effects, it is imperative that one speaks in truth. I was named after my father, and he was named after his father. I am Rêver L. Sagesse III. Both men were much more than dreamers of wisdom. Both graduated from Harvard, both known for being top scientist, in all of the world. Of course you won’t find their birth names on any list, both were given pseudo-names by the French Parliament. My forefathers spent much of their careers and lives searching and observing any and all correlation between human sleep and the lunar phases. I took our name and our life’s work a step further. I moved it into dreams. It is safe to say that even now, scientist do not know why we dream. This isn’t anything like the movie Inception. Of course conscience control is a big part of my work, being able to control what happens in ones own dream. I have now learned how to control what happens in others dreams.

Hanging on the edge of another dream is exhilarating. Here I am at an intersection, do I go left or right. Do I control the destination or allow her to go where she wants to go. I am dropping the reins and will not restrain her in any way. Like a true stowaway, I will remain hidden in the back of her mind. I am a mere traveler letting her imagination drive this little wind where ever it may blow. What is this, her heart rate is increasing. Goose bumps are crawling up her arms and chills are running down her spine. Wait a minute, I recognize this guy from the coffee shop where her eyes and mine first met. This was in reality, real time, in the light of day. Meaning it really happened. This is fact, and it will keep you up at night. If you want me to join you in your next dreams, I can arrange that to happen. Ruminate on that thought for a moment while I get us back to the present moment.

We both grabbed for the door knob at the same time, she and I. The little coffee shop had character. I opened the door and invited her to go ahead of me. This guy, the one in her dream, he became infuriated when went in without him, and before him. Wait a minute, is this me, before my very own eyes. She is dreaming about us, about me. This is a new turn of events. I am watching myself in someone else’s dream. She just called out the name Fletcher. Yes this is definitely the loser from earlier. So far, she is basically reliving the experience verbatium. She remembered my drink order, impressive. Wait a minute. Why is she stalling, is she memorizing my credit card number. Oh no you don’t, time to take control of this dream. Unbelievable, dream bandits or as my grandfather might say, “bandit et voleur. “ Thankfully this isn’t my first rodeo. I place my hand on the small of her back. She likes it. The boy friend doesn’t like it, and knocks my block off.

Dangerous, I warned you, this is no game. Entering into someones imagination. Not all is lost. For the first time I was able to see myself, and control myself from deep inside her temporal lobe. Way to use your hippocampus and memory together my new love interest. How did your brain accomplish this? You have been a busy little bee. You are learning to take one element from specific experiences and look at that replication of my credit card your storing in here. I’ll be taking this back with me. All fragments that are intermingling with other facts and truths. Lesson learned, never let anyone steer you in the wrong direction. Anything else your storing away about me, any semantic memories, give it up now or forever hold your peace. There we go, when you wake you’ll have no conscious memory of me. Just in time for this stowaway to derail. I want be waiting around for any midnight special with you honey, its a shame thought, look at that full moon.

The end.