Gently Falling

Once in a while when I am dreaming, I seem to be vaguely conscious that I AM dreaming. On these rare occasions I seem to be able to “direct” my dream a bit. For instance, usually when I have “falling” dreams, I wake up with a start—because we all know that when you get to ground level in a fall, things are bound to hurt—and I like to avoid seeing my own catastrophe. But one night I decided to “will” myself to continue falling to see what would happen in the dream. What happened next was quite surprising. My “falling” became “floating.” I heard tinkly fairy music as my descent slowed. I looked above me and in the scenario noticed that I was drifting into a ravine topped by a forest. The “tinkly” music continued and I was “caught” before I reached the bottom—by a lion standing on its hind legs! The lion was not ferocious or scary, but, instead, very protective. I felt good when I woke up--very glad I hadn't killed myself in my sleep!