Star Wars Dream

My friend Jack and I were in the car together the other day, and Jack quoted his therapist saying, “Think of the floor of this room as the entirety of your consciousness. Now, if we were to flip a coin onto the floor of the room, that coin would represent the size of your conscious mind, while the rest of the floor is your subconscious, what’s unavailable to you.”

When I moved to Chicago I was getting really good at dream journaling. The sharpened ability I developed to remember minute details of long, winding dreams first thing in the morning has since evaporated after letting the habit go. I haven’t remembered a dream for a couple of months now. But my conversation with Jack inspired me to go back through my journal and reacquaint myself with my dream life, and remember what I was going through right when I moved here. I came across this entry, dated January 9th, 2025. It was one part of a longer dream, of which the extraneous details I won’t include.

I was in my parents bedroom with a brown cloak, and I found my dad‘s light saber and I was pretending to be someone from Star Wars. I was practicing a sequence of light saber moves: cross in front of the body, swing above the head and lunge. The light saber was yellow. I remember putting the cloak on top of my head and clicking the light saber at the same time, and seeing myself as the character as if I had a mask on and was looking in the mirror. My face was yellow with black streaks and small eyes. The moment I saw myself as the character a voice in my head remarked that it wasn’t about effort so much as surrender and release. That’s the moment when I truly felt like I inhabited the character. I felt a transcendent energy running through me that was filling me with the character. I did my light saber moves and then I like set the light saber down and took the cloak down and kind of freaked out at how dropped in I was, returning to my normal self.