My first Galantamine experience being pretty over the top, it wasn’t long before I tried it again. It was during the huge snowstorm we had last winter. I took the capsule at approximately 3:00AM as recommended. I fell back asleep quickly, then “woke up” to see a large picture window on the wall across from my bed. I could see daffodils, green grass, blue skies, bird singing – SPRING! Realizing that we don’t have a picture window in our bedroom and that in reality we had three feet of snow at the time, I thought, Cool! This must be my lucid dream.” I got out of bed and hopped out the window.
So there I am, wondering around in this gorgeous nature scene. I thought, this must be part of heaven. And if I’m in heaven, God must be around here somewhere, right? So there I am, I am wondering around looking for God and starting to feel kind of slighted because I couldn’t find him, when I encounter this cranky cleaning lady.
“You people!” she said. “All you ever do is come here and make a mess!”
I wondered how anyone could be in such a place and still find a way to be a grouch. “Have you seen God by any chance?” I asked.
“Try over there,” she said, pointing to a large building.
So I headed off towards it. I went inside a big open lobby. It was some kind of museum. There was an exhibit room right in front of me so I went in. It was full of lost things! Remember in Reconnecting – Sychronicity, Dreams, and Antique Pianos I mentioned having to throw away an old stuffed Snoopy dog? This old toy – falling apart and filthy beyond cleaning – came to symbolize all the pain and agony of cleaning out my parents’ house. Putting that in the garbage was probably the most painful thing I have ever done. And HERE, in this crazy galantamine induced lucid dream, is a room full of lost objects, and right in there in front of me is my old snoopy dog! Good as new!
I pick him up and I am standing there hugging this thing and crying. Then I remembered my stuffed lamb. I had a stuffed lamb that was bought for me in the hospital the day I was born. I had it until about fourth grade, when it vanished. If I’m in some mystical place where lost things go, then my lamb should be here too! So off I go in search … and then I noticed that there were other people there too, finding their stuff and either crying or laughing with delight. That’s when I overheard someone say, “they have that book for sale again – “How The Mind Works”. It’s really hard to get.”
Holy cow! This I have to see, I thought. So I went out of the exhibit and found a security guard. I asked him where this book or pamphlet or whatever was being sold. He directed me to a bookstore inside the building. Eagerly I got in line.
“Do you have that book, “How The Mind Works”?” I asked.
“Sure,” she says.
“How much is it?”
“It’s free. But first you have to read workbooks one and two. They are $20 each.”
Whatever, I thought. She obviously wasn’t going to give me one without my buying these workbooks. I was carrying a back pack, so I opened it up and thought to myself, OK, Bill’s wad is in my backpack. I have lots of money. I stuck my hand in and pulled out a huge wad of $100 and $500 dollar bills. Not funny! I told my mind. Let’s try this again – I have Bill’s wad in my backpack, and it is all small denominations. I pulled out the wad of money again and it looked normal! I fished out two $20 bills and handed them to the checkout lady. She gave me both workbooks and then The Book. It looked old – the cover and spine were leather, but were also orange. (Remember this – orange is important and will show up in dreams repeatedly over the next few months.) I crammed them all into my backpack and then headed for the Starbuck’s I noticed across the hallway from the bookstore.
On the way over I ran into some of the people I’d seen in the lost artifact room. “Hey check this out!” I told them. “I just got a copy of a book called “How The Mind Works”. I’m going over to Starbuck’s to read it. Can you imagine what it might say in a book called “How The Mind Works” in a lucid dream?”
They were excited too and followed me into the Starbucks. We were all sitting together at a table. I unzipped my backpack – another zipper! I unzipped that one – still another zipper! I closed my eyes.
OK, I told my subconscious mind, this is not funny! Open the backpack!
I opened my eyes and unzipped again. Another zipper! Perhaps it was punishing me. I should try to be respectful. I closed my eyes again.
OK, PLEASE open the backpack.
This time when I opened my eyes the backpack had turned into a load of laundry! The dream began to destabilize. I considered spinning but decided instead, screw this!
I woke up briefly and then went back to sleep. I had several other less exciting dreams where I complained to dream characters about how I’d been wronged about that book. In the very last one, I was lying on the sofa at my parents’ old house. My dad and my brother John were there. I was still complaining.
“Well the backpack is right there!” said my dad, pointing.
Sure enough – there it was on the floor next to the couch! I grabbed it and unzipped it. There was the book! I took it out and opened it up. Ugh! It was full of 1950’s style psychobabble!
So I guess that’s how the mind works: it plays tricks on you!