Controlling Dreams

There are times when dreams that you are having are rather unpleasant.  Lately, I have found that, at times, I can recognize that what is occurring is, in fact, a dream … and I can stop it.  Last night I dreamt that I got up from my computer, in the wee hours of the morning, was quite drunk, and had in my hands two glasses of Scotch.  I stumbled and spilled one of the glasses onto a chair.  My rational brain concluded that I never have two glasses of Scotch at one time.  It was, therefore, a dream.  There was no need, therefore, of grabbing a towel to sop up the spilled glass.

Subsequent to that, I was sleeping on my right side, and our beloved cat, Fabs. lay between myself and my wife.  In a segment of a dream, a great explosion occurred between the two of us, exactly where Fabs had been.  I woke up with a start!  Fabs was still there, fast asleep.  He had heard nothing.  It had all been a dream.  Recently I have had dreams in which dire circumstances present themselves.  Increasingly. I have been able to step back from the dream and call in to question as to what I am experiencing is or is not a dream.  At times, my dreams require that  (to be continued)