Professor Rock visited me today. Despite his name, he is an old-fashioned quiet elderly man. He often drops by me in the morning, because he knows I’m at home. He comes in silently (I left him my key), prepares some tea, somewhen brings some pastries, opens my windows and waits, sit in a chair, against my bed, for my awakening.
Today I didn’t enjoyed much his arrival because he was really too early for me, I was having a deep and nice sleep, smiling and laughing, I don’t remeber any more for what. So he talked to me about this strange thing, called “Lucid dreaming”. That means that during sleep, you can dream what you like and you can control the events in the fantasy land. There is a technique that needs a lot of practising. It consists in asking yourself throughout the day if you are awake or you are sleeping. I feel chills when I think of this.For example, in this very moment, in the darkness of my room, with all the flies buzzing around my head, drips from the ceiling, spiders and tomatos on my plate, trying to take off, do you think I’m awake or in a dream (and you with me)?