Lost Boys Dream

This morning, I had an amazing semi-lucid dream. It was induced by the 'hour of wakefulness' rule. That's a theory in the realm of oneirology that one way to induce lucidity is to go back to sleep after being awake for about an hour.  I only explain in case there's someone who can't figure that out from the name, and to take up space so my blog is more than a few lines.

There were parts of this dream on either side, before and after but they were less memorable. I found myself at a restaurant on the Santa Cruz Boardwalk (Santa Carla in the movie). My mother was with me, though I don't recall actually seeing her. A group of teenage boys passed by the door where we were still standing before finding a table. I recognised them as The Lost Boys (from the movie of the same name. If you're not familiar, do yourself a favor and get familiar. It was lauded by the late great Sam Kinison as "The coolest movie ever made" and you can't appeal to a higher authority on what was cool.)  and I shouted to one of them "Hey Brooke!" calling him by his real (actor) name. I couldn't think of his character name. Brooke McCarter played the big haired blonde vampire.

Billy Wirth, Brooke McCarter and Alex Winters (L to R)
played Dwayne, Paul and Marco.

There were three blondes, Brooke, Alex and Kieffer (Paul, Marco and David) so "The blonde vampire" doesn't do much to narrow it down. I didn't think he would but he responded to it. he was very friendly and grabbed my outstretched hand in the "arm wrestling handshake". He answered my "Hows it goin' " with something incredibly autonomous, if that makes sense. You see I was lucid, so I was cognizantly aware that everything said or seen ultimately came from me. Yet what he said surprised me. I wish I could remember what it was. I think he told me Jason Patrick's character, Michael had just made his first kill. Whatever it was they were all very happy about it. He behaved just like an actor at a horror convention, friendly and accommodating yet distant.

As they walked away to sit far off in the same restaurant, I said to my mom, "God, I love it here," referring to my lucid dreamscape. I can't tell you how thrilling it is to explore your own mind if you haven't done it before.

I looked over to their table and saw them watching me watching them. Mom sat down. I was torn, stay with Mom or go sit with them. I told myself "Go individualize." which I did.

Individualization is a process described by Jung of becoming your own person. It should also be noted that to my best knowledge, I have already individualized in the final dream where I confronted my Shadow and merged with him. I may expound on my Shadow in later posts. I don't know if it is possible to de-individualize or regress in that area but I think it is and I may need to do so again.

I walked over to their table and found Billy Wirth, The dark haired one (I knew neither his actor nor character name only his face) sitting with his feet outstretched to take up the seat opposite him. If the dream had any permanence, Brooke would have been on the opposite side next to Billy's feet, because I could see his face from where I started. I remember there was a girl or girls with them though not Jami Gertz (Star). Neither David, Laddie (the child) nor Marco were there. Jason Patrick had vanished also as there wasnt room for him in the booth I guess.

I tried to join them but Billy, the dark haired one, told me in no uncertain terms to fuck off. At some point he called me a pussy. I wasn't offended or surprised. He acted exactly as I expected him to. "Come on," I told him with incredulity of his assessment of my physicality. "I'm bigger and probably stronger than you," He immediately leapt to his feet and took off his leather jacket. I backpedaled remembering he is a vampire and has superhuman strength, and offering a hasty retraction. I didn't finish my sentence before he'd punched me twice in the left eye. Again I was surprised. It didn't hurt much, just jostled me a little. Thank God my dream self forgot about my eyebrow piercing or he would have floored me. Since my head didn't fly off my shoulders, I remembered I also have superhuman strength in lucid dreams and fought him until I had proven myself and he gave in. In the end he resorted to biting my wrist with his vampire teeth. I told him he couldn't break my skin and stop before he broke his teeth. I seems ironic but I was fighting him because I wanted to be his friend. After we broke it up, David (Kieffer) may have appeared and told me to meet them somewhere. My memory fails the longer since I woke up, and I've been trying to get this down all day, but that was I think the end of it.

The dream is full of symbols and truly lends itself to Jungian interpretation. Drop a line if you have any thoughts.