Lucid Intent? No
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It took me a while this morning to realize something. Last night I dreamt that I turned myself into a great big huge bat and went flying. I wasn't going to write about it because it wasn't really very interesting, until I realized that this is actually sort of a big deal for me, personally. Years and years ago, say about 12 years back I used to be able to change my shape into that of a bat (in my dreams, of course) ALL THE TIME, then suddenly I couldn't do it at all, and now I was able to do it again last night.
I don't know why I associated with bats all that time ago anymore, but I considered it a sort of totem animal, along with the pig. After considering it a while I thought perhaps there was a reason why I couldn't shape shift into a bat anymore. Perhaps that is a sort of spiritual gift, that, if abused, can be taken away. Like if you're caught driving drunk, you get your driver's licence suspended. A week or so ago I posted a drawing to that effect only related to shape changing in dreams. (which I can't upload on this page right now for some reason. I'll try later.)
Anyway, to the actual dream.
It starts off in some house. There is a funny looking sort of man who gives me some paper work to fill out. It has questions on it, and I am supposed to fill them out. I wasn't in the mood to do this, but decided to put in an effort anyway. I forget what the questions were, but they didn't seem like important questions. Maybe they were a cleverly disquised personality test. I have a bit of trouble filling everything out. I forget why. It was something like I kept misplacing some of the pages, or getting interupted. I think I finally manage to fill everything out and give the papers back to the man. I then go to a room where I get dressed.
To my surpise I look down at myself and I am wearing a dress (which I never do in real life). I think I really like this dress, but it would look silly showing up where ever I was going in it. I decided I had better change into something else. I go into a room and remove the dress and try to put on a pair of pants only to see I am already wearing a pair. I am only slightly puzzled since I don't recall having put on the pants. Then I am putting on a shirt and then realize I am trying to put it on over a shirt I am already wearing. Again I am slightly bewildered by this,wondering how I could have forgotten that I JUST put a shirt on. I toss the extra shirt onto the bed. Then I step out of the room.
This house is like my paternal grandfather's house, only it seems bigger and not as neat. There are people living here who I know in the dream, but they're not related to me. I seem to come around from the down stairs basement back to the front door of the house. There are large rotten dry sticks on the porch, and I pick up a few and toss them aside.
Through the screened in porch here an elderly man tells me not to bother, that he's having his grandson to clean up the front porch. I hadn't meant to try to help, but I don't say anything. I leave the porch and then go for a walk along the street.
Around this time I get the idea to go flying. I wouldn't say this was exactly a lucid dream, but something gave me the impression that I could do this, and so I try. It's a bit awkward at first. I grow my wings out, and make a few trail flaps and lift off the ground easy enough. I decide to stay low to the ground, and gradually get higher. Maybe about 30 feet from the ground is about as high as I feel like going. I pass over some other people walking, and they seem just a little surprised, but not too worried. Flying is exhausting work, so I get back on the street and continue walking on my feet and wing tips. A few teenage kids come around to walk with me. Because I walk sort of stooped, their heads are level with mine.
On the side of the road (to my right) I spot what looks like a pet carrier that someone is throwing away. I walk over to it and touch it, examining it. It seems to be like new in condition and wonder why it would be thrown out. One of the teens walking with me, a tall skinny black girl with a dozen or so pig tails explains that the owners of the pet lost their pet recently. I am unclear but it seems like she might have suggested that this was my fault because I ate their pet. I am unable to talk in this shape, but I don't try to protest, besides I wasn't sure she was actually acusing me of anything. I certainly wouldn't eat any one's pet. I feel that I am being treated a bit unfairly, but I don't react badly to it. I walk away from the pet carrier and continue walking with the teens.
Something makes me anxious when I finally look back down the road, and there is what looks like a group of pirates walking towards me. They're dressed like you'd expect them to be dressed, like in pirate movies. They seem to be pretty rowdy and they're getting closer. Maybe it's because I was out of practice but moving was ponderously slow work. I decide maybe I should fly and make some more space between me and the pirates. I get up off the ground but although I am up in the air, I don't feel like I am moving nearly fast enough.
I can't remember anymore.
Now that I think of it, pirates were also a recurring theme in my dreams, too, though not usually in the same dreams as my bat dreams. I don't know if there is any significance to it, but way long ago I remember that in my dreams my fur would be dark colored, where as last night I was practically white.