When I was a child, I had nightmares fairly often. They would usually involve me being chased by something or someone menacing. I began to always recognise during the most terrifying part of the dream, that I was in fact dreaming. I was then able to wake myself up. It was difficult at times, my eyelids would feel so heavy. It never occurred to me that I could try to alter any of the events within the dreams itself, only that I could try to escape. I wish I had been more brave and used my power of recognition to transform my perception of being a victim of circumstances. I could have become anything, done anything. Instead, I was just the victim who escaped.
Even though it’s been a very long time since I’ve had nightmares, I think in some ways I am still evading that opportunity.
Only now, it’s while I’m awake.