After the Coma

Ever since my accident I have had some of the strangest dreams of my life. What was more odd than anything about these dreams is that I’d remember them vividly as if I had actually lived through these experiences.

Here’s an example:

I’m sitting at a rough wooden table in a log cabin in the middle of the woods drinking some kind of tea from a hand-made cup. I can tell that it is hand made for the color of the dark clay that formed it and the distinct abnormalities in it that gives it the rustic look of a hand made object.

Across from me is a large fireplace with a fire burning within. A medium sized kettle was suspended above the fire emitting the scent of some kind of roasted meat. It didn’t exactly remind me of the scent of my mothers Sunday roast beef, or “Roast Beast” as my father used to call it, but similar enough to tag it so.

I turned my head to the right and notice a window with what looks like burlap tied back to let in the light of the setting sun. My head throbs from the quick change of light and I put my hand to my head where I find it wrapped tightly with some kind of cloth. The pain increases as I explore the rough bandage and realize that my injuries have followed along with me. Into my dreams…

I sat back further in the chair as the realization sinks in that I’m in a dream. I had never been in a dream where I realized that I was dreaming and then stayed in that same dream.

Upon further research, I found that this was called Lucid Dreaming. At least to a certain extent… I guess within lucid dreams you can change things and actually control your dream. Mine didn’t really seem that way to me. It was almost as if I was living a completely different life and time. I’m telling you it was weird!

I woke up after I realized that I was dreaming, but the memory sticks with me as if I had actually lived it. It hasn’t faded like most dreams do…