The Astral Pulse

17/7/17

A night of many dreams, most of them brief and all-but forgotten. I have vague memories of learning things.

I recall lying in a dream bed being able to see through my eyelids. I lifted my left arm up to see if it would go through the nearest wall. It wouldn't...but it wasn't aching so I knew it wasn't my physical arm. I lifted my right arm and tried the wall - this time the wall yielded and both arms went through.

What was interesting about this one was, once again, my dream consciousness knew I was partially out-of-body (although it didn't realise my arms were dream arms) whilst my waking consciousness was blissfully fast asleep. It's like a deeper layer of lucidity whereby my waking self doesn't need to be disturbed.

18/7/17

I am in an office and there is going to be a wedding rehearsal in the boardroom. They have asked us all to attend to be the pretend audience. When I go, I'm playing the groom [or I might have been the bride, I can't recall].

We are all standing around and someone makes a comment which is so utterly hilarious, every single one of us is howling with laughter.

Can I remember what was said...? Nope.  :roll:

A night with plenty of dreams, the majority of the content is forgotten.

Bits I remember are paying to get into a nightclub. The coins were a mixture of flat plastic shapes such as animals with magnetic pieces on the back - these represented the larger dominations such as pounds. Then the loose change was made of small metal shapes such as a coffee mug around the size of Monopoly pieces. The woman behind the till was keen to take my loose change in exchange for pounds, which I was happy to do.


I'd gone back in time to tell a famous person that in the not-too-distant future they would make a decision that would change their lives - and they'd stick to the decision. I told them I was from the future. Rather than being pleased with this piece of information, it really upset/disturbed her. Another one of her friends was shouting at me, telling me I'd made a big mistake.


Without becoming properly lucid, I realise I'm able to walk through glass, so I step inside a shop window display. The dummies are in sporting gear and I begin doing sporting movements around them, such as swimming, skiing and so on. One of the shop assistants gets up onto the window and joins me.


Quite a lot of fun with a bit of mischief thrown in. Which is all well & good, but I want to get serious now.

Something has just come back to me while I was reading Otherwhere. In the last dream of the previous post, as I went into the sports shop, I mentally recorded the sensation of feeling warmer (outside to inside) and there was a quiet hum which I deduced to be some sort of electric machinery in the shop, possibly air-conditioning or the like.

Someone is attempting to cross the road at a zebra crossing and steps out just as a car comes past. The car doesn't stop and the person jumps back. They are cursing and shouting at the driver who has long since gone. I go over to them and explain it's no good getting mad; it won't make any difference apart from making them stressed.

I manage to calm them down and go on to advise them not to stand too close to the kerb and be more careful when crossing roads. Someone else comes along to join in and I'm suddenly in another dream.


In a doctor's waiting room, there are loads of people. It's already late in the day and there's no way all the patients will be seen. There is a man who has something wrong with his legs; he has crutches. I can see the look on other people's faces as they look at his legs. I don't look at his legs, but can hear him complaining about not getting seen quickly. I walk over and sit next to him. He's moaning at me about his complaint (something to do with his stomach). He must have read my thoughts as he then gesticulated to his legs and said, "Wel" - meaning that the condition he had that affected his legs is called Wel. He repeated this more fully by then saying, "I got Wel."

Just then, there was a message relayed over a loudspeaker. No more patients could be seen that day and they'd have to return the following day. Everyone groaned and starting trooping out. I asked the man why he didn't request a home visit, given he wasn't very mobile. He told me they only visit on Tuesday mornings and he needed to be seen much sooner than then.


I'm in an office and it seems there's been some discussion about getting rid of me. I've done something wrong, although I can't recall what. I hear a man in the next office talking about having to sack me and he looks in at me. I feel guilt, shame and wonder what on earth I've done.

They come to get me and I plead with them to let me know what I did. It transpires that I exposed the company as being fraudulent. I can't remember the details, but I know that I acted in good faith and with a good heart, so now all the guilt and shame has gone.

The dream shifts and I'm now in a small room with a handful of other people. Two of the people, a mother (who works at the company I've just been sacked from and who hates me for exposing them) and her baby daughter, are in a separate part of the room. It's like a tall capsule-shaped wardrobe.

The mother is not much bigger in size as her baby daughter. I understand that the capsule is freezing and they both are suffering - the mother from cold, the daughter from hunger. I carefully take out the mother (much to her chagrin) and hold her close to me, wrapping her in blankets that are close by. I'm trying to warm her up, to put some life back into her. I cradle her like I would a baby and rock her gently. Meanwhile, I ask a young man to take care of the baby and try to get some food inside her, no matter how little.

I'm there for a while rocking the mother. I notice gaps where the blankets are not reaching and ask others to wrap both me & her in them. One person ignores me, so I ask another very firmly. Her name is Sue and she tucks us in.

After a while, I unwrap the blankets to make sure she is still breathing and I haven't suffocated her. She's now warmed up and is OK to move away from me. She's rather uncommunicative and is probably still peed off with me from earlier. The young man has ensured the baby is fed and still alive and our jobs are done.

I'm now in an adjacent room, lying on a bed. It feels a bit wobbly, so perhaps it's a water bed. I'm on my own but recall that there is a young man nearby. I want him with me but he's not there. Despite never getting lucid, I do something I know I can only do in dreams. I imagine him there. I hold him, hug him, stroke his face and kiss him. I'm kissing air, but I know that for the majority of times that I do this, someone appears in the space.

This time, he didn't appear. However, the door opened and in he walked. He got on the bed and we started canoodling. He was only young and we hadn't got far before he said out loud, "bananabananabananabanana" to stop himself from ejaculating too soon. This made me laugh and ended the experience.


I know that some of these dreams are directly from what I've been watching/reading lately. Even so, they are worth looking at. What has been obvious the past few nights is the lack of lucidity. How could I dismiss the 'I got Wel [well]' comment? I do cryptic crosswords every day and enjoy that kind of wordplay. I must have been simply too far gone in sleep to notice. I'm trying not to be frustrated about it and to take these dreams just as seriously as I would if I were lucid.

And I failed the sex test in the last dream...  :roll: :-D

I woke up with Earth Song by Michael Jackson on my mind. Which I meant to jot down in the previous post but forgot.

One thing that is becoming self-evident - my dream recall is picking up. That's what you get when you write a dream journal.  8-)

The meaning(s) in the dreams from my previous post are clear to me now, after having last night's dreams. They are all variations of the theme of preparation for NP exploration.

• You can't just cross the road without taking a few precautions first
• A room full of patients. That's a lot of patients. Patients = Patience. Perhaps I'll have an adventure on Tuesday morning when I'll be seen - perhaps I'll be 'Wel' enough then to take the 'first steps' without the use of crutches
• Of course, before starting any physical exercise, one needs to make sure one has enough energy (food = the baby needed feeding) and also to make sure one has a warm-up (warming the mother)

Despite all those hints & clues, I failed to be aware enough of what was going on...and just to cap it all they gave me a sex test which I flunked.

Last night I was with K, one of my dream guides. We were planning on a night out that same evening, but neither of us had made any arrangements or had our make-up on etc. I even mentioned that whilst it was enjoyable last week (the Buddha Tea House experience), I didn't really feel like it at the time as it was the last day of the holiday and I just wanted to stay home & sleep. This time I was really in the mood, but we couldn't simply go, we had to make plans and organise our party outfits first.

That dream was much more obvious than the others and once I'd awoke, I lay there for a while realising that all the dreams recently have been about 'getting ready'.

Even Earth Song - earth, grounding, physical. You've gotta love these puns.

Being interested in purchasing a new duvet set, I'm in a bedding store. Whilst the assistant is getting all the sets they have in my bed's size, I'm looking on the internet too. After typing 'duvet sets' in the search box, I get a beauty salon website.

The assistant comes back with three choices - Pink Panther, Tweety Pie or Popeye.

This one's meaning is obvious upon awakening - internet frustrations pure & simple.


A dream character [known IRL, although deceased] tells me she's jealous of the experience I had recently "with the spider at Adelphi".

That has me stumped. Have no idea what she means, and don't recall any spider/Adelphi experiences.  :-P

It was a very quiet night in dreamland. Or should I say I don't remember many adventures. I think that was an effect of having a 'day off' yesterday in an effort to practise patience.

I do recall being in a workplace and typing up a lengthy report for someone who was out visiting a client. He'd put photographs in his report and I was very sexually attracted to him. As I was working on his report, I telepathically relayed I fancied the pants off him and later on when he'd returned to the office, he seemed to have received my message as he was spending a lot of time leaning over me to see how his report was getting on. He was even stroking my back as we discussed his work.

It's probably a good job the 'Others' left me alone last night - I'd have failed the sex test before it even started... :-P

I really enjoy reading these, keep it up! I should start sharing more of mine here as well... I have VERY vivid ones that I make a point to review and retell to myself when I wake up. You have experiences in dreams that you would have no other place... it is like you get to experience someone else's life for a moment.

I think I'll jump on this bandwagon  8-)

Thank you Stillwater - it's good to hear they are enjoyable as they always seem so run-of-the-mill to me.

I shall look forward to seeing your thread and reading your experiences - I've always enjoyed reading others' dreams and find I get some great ideas from them.

Had a rubbish night's sleep which would perhaps have meant lots of juicy lucidity, but not a smidgen despite attempting all sorts of tricks. At one wakeful period, I had an idea of repeating in my head 'I am dreaming' in the hopes that I'd still be saying it when I eventually fell asleep - nope.

What was hilarious is that after posting about my giant duck LDT yesterday, this happened:

I was with my ex looking out of a window. I saw a white duck with black splodges about to cross the road. The duck was standing upright (like an Indian Runner duck). As it began to cross the road, the white duck separated from the black splodges and it was only the splodges that crossed. The white duck faded away and the black splodges turned into a dog once it reached the other side - rather like a Dalmation only the splodges were bigger and fewer.

Did it make me realise I was dreaming? Did it heck. The Dream Operators must be both pulling their hair out and laughing hysterically at my complete lack of awareness.


I'd gone to a 50th party of a girl from school. She had been a very popular girl and plenty of people were there. All the music was from the mid-80s and played by live bands, including her band with her singing. Because everyone invited was from her same year, we all knew every song. The music was the key feature of the party.

Her husband came over to say hello. I didn't know him and asked how long they'd been married. He told me only a year but that they'd been together for ages. We were walking away from the group down a slight ramp. In the background we could hear the party girl singing 'Girl from Mars' by Ash.

This has bleedthroughs from waking life. There's no way I'd be invited to a 50th party by that particular girl - and there's no way I would attend even if I was! The song by Ash is an anachronism as it's not from the right era, but I failed to spot this at the time.

However, when compared with Earth Song, Girl from Mars is a step in the right direction. :lol:

Another interrupted night with very little recall. I think an afternoon nap is in order.

I've a feeling there was a lucid dream just before I finally awoke - but the content has gone *poof*.

I did have an Observer dream - where I'm watching the dream rather than taking part in it.

It involved a truck and trying to jump in the back of it while it was moving. As the Observer, I couldn't work out how to get in the scene so had to satisfy myself with simply watching.

A little later, the truck stopped and the back was opened. Everyone inside (about 6 of us) had lost consciousness and were being revived. They got to me and decided I was too far gone and wouldn't regain consciousness. I was going to die. The Observer part of me told them not to worry, that before I died I would wake myself up. Which I did by violently shaking my 'Observer' head. I woke up very groggy and nearly drifted back to sleep without moving, which would have put me right back in the same dream. Instead, I made sure to open my eyes first and roll over so that I wouldn't return to die.

Observer dreams are rare for me. I wasn't very well last night so they may be related to feeling somewhat 'detached' from full immersion into waking OR sleeping reality. Due to lack of sleep, I certainly feel very woolly-headed today!

Despite telling everyone that I would make myself wake up (which in effect means that I'm dreaming), I yet again failed to become lucid.

I sometimes dream that I'm back with my ex and in them I 'forget' that I'm with someone new. Eventually I remember and feel a sense of horrified shame that I'd completely forgotten all about them!  :-o

Last night was a similar dream, however this time I told ex that 'we are together in waking life, so there's no need to be together in dreamland as well. Let's NOT be together when dreaming, then we can have the best of both worlds' and I walked away from him.

Firstly we are not together in waking life so I've no idea why I said that (although we are still on friendly terms) and secondly I voluntarily admitted that I was dreaming - did it make me lucid? Did it nelly.  :-P

Maybe...just maybe that will be the end of the 'getting back with ex' dreams.

I've gone with some friends to see a singer. She is appearing at the college we go to and so is only a short distance to travel.

The room comfortably seats about 200 people and is full. I'm sitting near the front with our group. My friend has brought her brother who I've never met before.

The singer turns up on stage and is chatting to the audience. She asks us what we'd like her to sing. No one replies so I pipe up, The Winner Takes It All by ABBA. It's the first thing that comes into my head and I reckon it's a good one to see how well she can sing.

She sings that song and then a couple of others. She's not very good, although my friends are really enjoying themselves, singing along & dancing. I look behind me and of the 200 people who were there, about 20 or so remain. It seems I'm not the only one who thinks she's rubbish.

She finishes a song and starts talking to the audience again - this time about politics. It's very boring and I start feeling short-changed and frustrated. My friend's brother is sitting next to me and we start chatting and get out a crossword to do together.

A few more minutes of political talk and I say very loudly, "Excuse me," which stops her in her tracks. In fact, the whole room hushes. "This is not what I came here to hear. I bought a ticket that said you were going to sing. You're supposed to entertain us musically."

There were a few murmurs of assent and the brother looks at me admirably.

Click out.

I'm now at home that same evening. The 'phone rings and it's my friend's brother. I say hello and wonder what he wants. He wants to meet for a date the next night at the gig at the college. I agree just to get him off the 'phone. Ideally, I wouldn't normally go into college the following day (which is a Wednesday), but now feel obliged as I've made arrangements to meet someone - someone whose name I can't even recall.

Click out.

It's the following evening and I've turned up at the gig quite reluctantly. The guy is there with my friends and I go over to meet them. He looks pleased to see me but all I can do is try to keep with the group as I honestly can't remember his name.

This was one of those boring dreams that went on far too long - 2 days to be exact!  :-o

The level of stability and consistency were prominent features - as were my actions in that I acted/reacted as I would in waking life. I can be quite a different character when I'm dreaming, but this was more like the 'real' me.

Another dream about music involving a female singer - I wonder why. I am listening to more music lately so maybe it's a simple bleedthrough. I own an ABBA CD but haven't listened to it in ages.

Another college dream too. I never went to college in waking life but I'm pretty much a permanent resident in dreamland.  :lol:

I'm on a fast train with a friend and we are on holiday in Australia. We are looking out of the window at the view. I see two kangaroos in a field - they are probably twice the size in both height and width as real-life kangaroos - and I point them out to my friend. I hear another passenger say, 'yeah, that's right' or something equally non-descript. The passenger is Australian.

Then in another field a giant ostrich hops past. This is even more exaggerated than a real-life version. It is at least 10ft tall and has two large stumpy legs like an elephant, but they are fluffy and its whole body is covered in fur like a humongous rabbit. It looks quite daft...but I recognise it as an ostrich.

In the next scene a gigantic snake appears. Like the others, it's grossly massive - around 60ft long and at least half the girth of the train we are travelling in. It has pretty symmetric patterns on its skin.

This may have been an attempt by the Dream Operators to get me lucid...alas it didn't work. It was earlier on in the dream cycle so they should have saved it for later. I know that Australia is known for having large fauna - but this was ridiculous!!  :lol:


Three of us live together - myself, Martyn Jacques (lead singer of The Tiger Lillies) and one other male, also a famous singer. The 'house' is a large static caravan and we are in the garden having fun.

The garden is on a steep slope downwards away from the house. We are all facing the house and doing backwards somersaults to the sound of Baggy Trousers by Madness. It's easier to lift off because of the slope. The somersaults are lazily slow, almost slow-motion.

We hear next-door talking and decide to surprise them by hiding just behind the fence and jumping up at them. As we do so, they do exactly the same to us. Both us and the neighbours are practical jokers and are always playing pranks on each other.

We make our way towards the house. The other two have gone in and next-door pops up again pretending to shoot me with a feather duster. I grab the offending 'gun' and take it indoors with me. I start to clean the top corners of the caravan, wiping away small cobwebs that I find.

Later I'm in a film/record shop. The third man I live with works there. I'm now with other friends. Dream awareness brightens. I'm trying to remember who this third man is. I know that I knew his name earlier on in the dream when we were in the garden listening to Baggy Trousers, but the dream has moved on and I've forgotten it. It now seems very important to remember his name - more so than any other aspect of the dream. I keep asking the friends I'm with to give me the name of the guy I live with, but [as is usual in my dreams] they avoid, distract and generally don't tell me without ever saying 'We're not telling' outright.

We are leaving the shop and I'm frustrated. On the way out, I notice a camera on the floor. Someone has dropped it on their way out. I stay behind, pick it up and take it to the shop owner (the guy I live with) in the hope that by doing this good deed, he'll tell me his name. I turn the camera on as I'm walking back to him. Two other people are currently with him asking about a film they want to see. He replies that he's seen a film called 'Sliding Nevada' and talks about it. The name of the film is suddenly very important for me to remember and I park it in my memory bank.

I look at the guy and he's familiar. I ask one of the people talking to him what his name is. They don't tell me. I plead with them, explaining that I've brought a camera back and it's just a name so that I can write it in my dream diary. They are not interested in any of my reasons. In desperation I turn to my housemate and say, 'What is your name? I don't fancy you or anything like that; I just want to know your name as I've forgotten. I want to make a note of it when I wake up in my dream diary.' He looks at me and then at the camera in my hand. I know he's not going to tell me.

I feel the dream start to fizzle and mentally call out, 'Please tell me'.

When I initially awoke in that still half-asleep state, I deemed this to be an Important Dream, probably becuase I got vaguely lucid towards the end. Now, writing it down, it seems bloody silly.  :-D

It's strange how fixated I can get on names/titles etc when dreaming, as if they are the key to the whole dream. Perhaps this dream (and others like it where I'm not told whatever it is that I want to know) is telling me that these things are NOT important and not to focus so much on them. 

More singers. What's with singers? Singers sing, but they are also sewing machines. Are the dream singers sewing my dreams...? I'll give that one some thought, although perhaps it's just too cryptic to be of any use.

Selski,

I am totally impressed by your dream recall, the level of detail and more importantly, you recount those extremely baffling/frustrating moments, the very subtle ones that we seem to get lost in. In my own dreams and partial LDs, I am aware of them but frequently am unable to bring them through in recall. They are slightly non-logical, sometimes almost non-sensical, yet they keep us so fixated at the time.

A few comments I will offer for your consideration:

Leland lives in Boston and therefore utilizes at least a couple forms of public transportation: bus lines, subways and trains; therefore, they show in his experiences frequently. I do not use these transport modes so they rarely show in my dreams/LDs. If they do show up in yours, my suggestion is that they may be metaphors for you moving between various areas/levels of the Astral, deeper into the Dream Zone, for starters. An idea to file away possibly. So, just maybe the fast train was speeding you into a far off land with new and unusual entities with unknown potentialities.

The slow-motion backwards somersaults reminded me strongly of your Trampoline Rundown (thank you for that btw!). Maybe that was to spark a memory?

All these singers...Sirens?

"Perhaps this dream...is telling me that these things are NOT important and not to focus so much on them."- I find this an intriguing thought as it occurred to me just last week regarding my own dreams. Is their ignoring/refusal to answer actually a kind of subtle dream signal to look elsewhere within the dream for the 'true purpose' of the dream?

I wonder that this may be a similar realization such as what soarin12 pointed out in her response to my 'Grass, Gravel and an Old Friend' experience: That when we focus in closely on an object and it shimmers or shape-shifts, that this is actually a signal to retract our focus and re-direct it elsewhere within the experience; that this is a kind of small warning that we are focused incorrectly/too fixated and risking having the experience terminated.

I think that you have touched on another aspect of how our 'explorations' can get de-railed in such subtle and confusing fashion, and what to be on the lookout for. Nice!

Thanks EV - I'm aware I owe you a PM but I'm waiting until I've finished Otherwhere - which is totally brilliant, so much so that I don't want it to end!  :-D

Love your idea of what the animals represent - I hadn't thought of that and I really should have considering my current reading material!  :-P

Oooooooooooh sirens....lovely.

Knowing that I'm focusing on the wrong thing when I'm awake is one thing, knowing during a dream is quite another. Something for me to work on in dreamland I reckon.

Now I'm off to read your dream...  :-)

A full night of learning with all dreams relating to each other and a theme running through each.

Two earlier dreams of being in a school bus on the way somewhere with my class. I wasn't a child.

In the first dream, the bus driver was losing confidence in his driving and was concerned we wouldn't make it. The road was narrow and more of a dirt track with small boulders in the way. Along the edge of the road I could see large trees wrapped in muslin laid on their sides waiting to be planted.

The bus driver sped up and was beginning a tricky ascent. There was another bus in front of us that made it over the hill safely, although it did leave ground briefly. Our bus driver knew we'd have to do the same. All of a sudden my perspective changed. I was no longer on the bus, but was now an observer watching the scene. The bus leapt up off the road and somersaulted in the air in slow motion. I heard in my head, 'It's your choice what to do next'. I understood it was our decision (the whole class) as to whether we remained in the bus or stayed where we were as observers.


When I became an observer, I wasn't aware of any other people around me. It was as if I had to make the choice on behalf of the whole of us. I don't recall the choice I made, or if I even made one.

The second dream is back on a school bus climbing a steep hill. K is one of the group and we are discussing how long we've been on the bus and that it would be a good idea for them to provide refreshments, especially as we are children [we aren't]. The bus arrives at our destination at the top of the hill and we get out. It's already 5.45pm and usually we leave work at 5.30pm, so we are already 15 minutes later than we would be if we were leaving the building! The inference is that it's been a totally wasted journey. We go into work and S is packing her things away. I normally walk home with S and K, or sometimes just one of them. S leaves the office and waves at me from the corridor outside. I look at the clock and it's just before 5pm. A few seconds later, I see K walk down the corridor outside who also waves at me. I look over at K who is sitting in the same office as me and say, 'You've just walked by outside, but that must be 5 o'clock K.' She smiles at me. At first I thought I'd be walking home on my own, but figure that the second K who is still in the office will be walking home with me.

Click out.

A group of us are sitting on a brick wall on the perimeter of an outdoor café. There are tables with umbrellas in front of us and a few people milling around. The group is the school group and K is sitting next to me, on the right. I look around and up into the sky. There are animal-shaped clouds and I point them out to everyone. They are huge and detailed next to ordinary white clouds. I see two giant sheep. I even go so far as to tell K that these clouds are not what you'd see in waking life – they are very real-looking animals rather than white blobs.

Lucidity creeps in. I keep very quiet about it and slowly look around again with fresh alert eyes. I remember my plan of finding a guide first and just as I'm about to look at the people with me, I recall that K is my guide and she's sitting right next to me.

I turn to her and say quietly, 'You're my dream guide, aren't you K?' She slowly looks back at me, watches me for a couple of seconds and then says, 'Yes'.

Inside I'm doing the loop-de-blinkin'-loop, but outside I remain calm and neutral.

Gesticulating to the dream environment in front of us I say, 'What's this all about then?'

'We've been asking you a question which you haven't answered for the last two nights' she replies.

'Well, now that I'm aware, ask me now and I'll reply immediately,' I respond. Simples!

She gets up and tells me she'll just be in a minute and walks over to the entrance to the café. This doesn't bother me, I'm happy to wait. I get up and start walking around between tables stomping my feet in big strides.

A short while later she comes back out and I explain that I've been stomping to keep me lucid. She talks but it's too quiet and I can't hear her.

'Speak up,' I say, 'I can't make out what you are saying.'

She then hunches down and becomes rabbit-like and starts nibbling on a feather.

I vaguely notice this, but I'm consumed with frustration that she won't ask me the question, whatever it is.

Angrily I say very loudly, 'Well, that's not very f***** helpful, is it?'


And am immediately kicked out of the dream. No fizzling, no dissolving, just as if a light switch has been turned off.

I lay a while angry and totally frustrated – this is what happens every stinking time I try to get anywhere with guides/dream characters. It has been happening for years. This time, this one time I thought I'd cracked it. But no, she goes and turns into a stupid rabbit and chews a stupid feather...

Calming myself down I decided to try and work out what the question was. I thought about how non-communicative others are whenever this happens. How they don't speak to me. I wondered if I'm too verbal and should be more subtle, using non-verbal communication. This felt right and seems to fit how dream communication happens. Perhaps I'm like a lumbering old dinosaur walking into a modern building shouting 'Raaar raaaar raaaar' at everyone and expecting to be understood – whilst they are sending beautiful telepathic messages to me that I'm missing because I'm too busy going 'raaar raaar raaar'.

I thought about the feather. Why a feather? Had she gone inside because she needed time to plan the next move? Perhaps I was in a simulation where lucidity was not allowed and she didn't know what to do next. Maybe her superiors were inside the café and would tell her what to do. But why a feather? A bit of brainstorming got me birds... the blue feather in Illusions by Richard Bach... flying ... wings ... was she winging it? Winging it! That popped up out of nowhere and made me smile (and feel a bit more smug about the whole thing).

As I drifted back to sleep I got a very brief image of a man about to have his tongue cut out. It wasn't too graphic and didn't jolt me back to full waking consciousness, but I got the message.

Why couldn't she have just said 'You're too verbal'? Why all this rabbit nonsense? It's ridiculously elaborate and mysteriously cryptic...but for what purpose? Sometimes it makes no sense to me at all and I think I'm on a fast track to nowhere.

Now I've written it up, the animal clouds could be my interpretation of those mastodons I read about in EV's dream. After all, clouds are high up in the sky and they sure were interesting to look at.


I'm at a party. I know some of the people, but not many so am more of an outsider. There is a Gary Numan track playing, an old one, and it was written for one of the partygoers. I'm sitting with this person, she's a friend and we are listening to the song as she reminisces via drawings/photos about her time with Gary.

All of a sudden, a woman appears in my mind. It's like she tips over from behind me and is facing me upside down in my mind. I am aware the dream is still playing beyond my mind, but I can no longer see it. I understand and become lucid. I 'get' that her name is Katy-Louise.

'I've got the message about being non-verbal. How do I do this?' I ask this woman, who looks like a gymnast in a white leotard.

'You'll see' she replies.

I'm about to ask something else then remember I'm supposed to be non-verbal so I simply watch her and look out for anything.

She starts slowly swinging left to right, like a pendulum and says, 'You'll see' again.

I remain silent and watch alertly whereupon it fizzles slowly and I awake.


Only now, now I'm writing it down, do I see the poignancy of my friend reminiscing by using pictures, rather than words.

I think I'm going to have to take some duct tape with me when I'm dreaming to keep my gob shut!!

And only now, now that I've re-read it do I see the poignancy of 'You'll see'.

Rather than an enigmatic 'You'll find out' perhaps it's literal. You'll see.

USE YOUR EYES AND NOT YOUR MOUTH DUMBASS!!  :lol:

Lots of dreams, not a lot of total recall. Snippets.

Pig Beck Farm (daytime bleedthrough)

I'm with Fitz from Cracker (Robbie Coltrane) [this is something I'm currently re-watching, hence the reference to Beck above]. We are walking along and I recognise a church just up ahead on the right. I recognise it as a dream church, a church I've seen in a previous dream. I point it out to Fitz who has now moved away from me, down towards the left. In the dream, the position we are in seems natural, as if we are walking along a normal street. However, Fitz is 30ft or so to my left and below me by about 10ft, I'm in the middle, and the church is the same distance to my right, but 10ft above me. It's not suspended in the air...it's on solid ground but I don't bother to look closely at what it's sitting on.

The church is gothic in style but as I get closer, it's not the same as I remember. Either it's a different church or it's been modernised. There are two big panels of one-piece glass across the facade. As I look at these, I notice that everyone inside the church is looking out and down with shocked faces. I get the impression that someone (a boy springs to mind) has fallen out of the church and is dead or injured below on the ground. I'm reluctant to go over as I don't want to see the carnage.


I knew the church was a dream memory and not something from waking life. Even though I knew this at the time, it didn't make me lucid.

Dream memories are fascinating. I get them quite often, especially these last 10 years or so. I also revisit places more than once. There is a shoe shop I'm very familiar with; a holiday destination; numerous restaurants; a book shop and others.

It's my birthday and I'm having a pool party. Lots of people are there. In the distance I see cloud-shapes that turn into green dinosaurs - huge T-rex types but small as they are so far away. They get closer and I invite them to join the party, which they willingly agree to. It will take them some time to actually get to the pool and two of us have to go and open the gate, which will take about an hour to walk to. A friend and I decide to go. Some friends have brought a big box of new swimwear and, because it's my birthday, I get first choice. I get changed into a floral swimsuit with lacy neckline - which it seems would be everyone's first choice as it's so lovely.

Dinosaurs must be related to the cloud animals from my previous dream and linking them with mastodons. It's not my birthday anytime soon, but there is a key birthday next week for an ex-friend - not that I'm invited or anything. Probably just a load of dream silliness.

At one point during the morning I awoke with When It's Cold I'd Like To Die by Moby in my mind. Perhaps the water in the pool wasn't warm enough...  :-P

I remember that song, hehe... one of his better ones... it kind of grabs your attention and holds it... very captivating.

The scene from the dream church actually reminds me of another dream I had about 20 days ago, that I crystalized in my memory, but didn't write down. I should do that now.

I get the recurring places as well... I feel like it has something to do with "dream memory"; we tend to remember things that happened in the state of mind we were in at the time. We remember waking memories while awake, tipsy memories while tipsy, etc. Something about being in the same circumstance connects them in our heads...

Morning Stillwater  :-)

Yes, it's a great Moby track. I did wonder whether the fan in the bedroom was blowing across my face at the time...

I've been enjoying reading your dream journal and think the images you add are really neat!

There's something quite satisfying about dream memories. I love thinking to myself 'I've been here before and I know that just around that corner is an Italian restaurant that makes the best pizza' - it sometimes jolts me to lucidity. Whilst buildings and environments are familiar, I rarely get the same dream characters twice (apart from those I know in waking life such as friends/family who pop up time & time again). I often wonder about that - whether I'm not able to hold an unfamiliar dream face in mind from one dream to the next (based on dreams being completely self-generated) or whether dream people (i.e. not self-generated) love to wear disguises.  :-D

Dream recall is a funny thing too. I've just remembered the last part of the church dream. It has only now come back to me, even though when I awoke I had it in mind as it was the bit that caused me to awake.

I call out to Fitz to meet me further ahead and we leave the scene of the church. There is a gate to go through and as I do so, I get the impression that I'm being followed by lots of children who are drawing pictures made out of paper clips. To stop them catching me, I close the gate behind me. As I turn around to leave the scene, another solid brick-walled gate comes down a few feet ahead of me and I'm now trapped in a small space, maybe 10ft by 10ft. This immediately causes me to wake up.

Typing it up now, I wonder if I'd managed to leave one dream scenario without fulfilling the lesson (going to see if the boy was OK) and was stopped by those pesky Dream Operators from entering another environment because I'd failed in my duty.

Yeah I think it helps bring others into the moment with you, gives them something they can connect to. It is really hard to conjure up a complete scene in someone's head nearly as well as finding or making an image can!

I can definitely relate to unfolding the events of dreams much later as well. It is like we need to suss them out, by getting into the same mindset, and recalling the other events and scenes to memory.

I usually have a pretty positive feeling about returning to a dream locale as well... like this feeling of..."Oh, this is a place... and a place that was here the whole time, while I was gone, waiting for me, and will be here awaiting my next return"; I almost feel the fondness for such a place I might for a person I hadn't seen in a while.

I'm with hubby and a group of friends and we've gone horse-racing. One loud-mouthed punter confidently tells us to back number 2. This ensures that I'm going to back any horse as long as it's not number 2. I back number 5.

Click out.

In London on the top deck of a bus, I'm travelling home with a group of friends. They are coming back to our house. We've been horse-racing. Hubby has already got off the bus with some of the group and I'm left with Charlie. It's dusk and we pass a brightly-lit Harrods. I wonder out loud why the others have already got off, seeing as we're nowhere near home yet. As we look out of the window, another shop display is showing a version of The Nutcracker and has full-size gold figurines in various poses. Delighted and child-like, I point these out to Charlie.

The bus comes to its terminal and we all have to get off. I thought it would take us back to Putney, but it must be the wrong bus. We get on another bus whose destination on the front is 'Ham' and I assume it will go to Ham via Putney. The bus fare is £1.16 and I look in my purse and take out a 20p piece, then rummage around for a pound coin. The bus conductor, a short happy chap, points to the small loose change (5ps and 1ps) and asks for them instead of the 20p. I hand over more than enough to cover 16p and he takes the lot. I begin to tell him there's too much there, then say, 'oh never mind, you can have it all' when I realise I don't really want to keep all those little bitty coins.

This was an earlier-night dream and seems to be fairly random. Two bleedthroughs are the nutcracker which popped up (as a kitchen item) in a game I was playing yesterday and I had ham sandwiches for lunch. I also typed a post here yesterday about always finding enough money in my pockets, so maybe that triggered the money exchange.


There are three long-stemmed flowers in a slim vase. The actual flower parts are delicate, two with four petals and one with three. The petals are shaped like elongated teardrops. Their colour is very faded pink. The flowers are responsive to movement. If I come close to them, they 'reach' out to touch me. I never let them touch me as I don't really know what they are.

I turn to my friend and tell her this kind of thing only happens in dreams. Then my lucidity brightens a little and I repeat that this is a dream.

It's interesting that I don't remember much else about this particular dream, even though it was later on in my dream cycle. I do know there was more - but I can't quite pull it all back here. Perhaps something will jog my memory during the day.

The flowers remind me of another dream I had years & years ago. This involved a futuristic contraption with 'antennas' that were responsive to movement. IIRC, it was as if the antennas were monitoring any vibrations/energy that came close to them. I didn't remember this during the flower dream - it's only come back to me now as I'm writing it down.

I know why the gold figurines. I was reading a chapter in Otherwhere yesterday about souls being ingots of gold.

It never ceases to amaze me how much in a dream can be traced back to waking life. The gold figurines still could mean something to me and bleedthrough imagery shouldn't be dismissed just because they're bleedthroughs ... but the book is their origin. How anyone can interpret someone else's dream beats me. They are so personal.

QuoteI begin to tell him there's too much there, then say, 'oh never mind, you can have it all' when I realise I don't really want to keep all those little bitty coins.

This is how the governments and beauacracies slowly take over our lives, through quiet acts of acquiescence, lol.

QuoteIt never ceases to amaze me how much in a dream can be traced back to waking life. The gold figurines still could mean something to me and bleedthrough imagery shouldn't be dismissed just because they're bleedthroughs ... but the book is their origin. How anyone can interpret someone else's dream beats me. They are so personal.

Yeah, I find this very true. There are some archetypes, like the dreams involving school so many people seem to have (myself included). But on the whole, the imagery and situations are very much connected to what our life experiences and view points are.

Like I might tell you having trouble with the bus system may have something to do with a general feeling of being unable to do basic tasks adequately to society's standards. But then you could easily respond that it has more to do with being absentminded due to recent worries, and you would know far more about your own mind.

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This is how the governments and beauacracies slowly take over our lives, through quiet acts of acquiescence, lol.

You may very well be correct!  :lol:

After reading your reply I went off to do some household chores. Thinking some more about the coins, I suddenly 'got it' and burst out laughing.

A couple of weeks ago I took the plunge and ordered the rest of the Gateway Experience CDs from The Monroe Institute (so in a roundabout sort of way, the dream is projection-related). This was quite a commitment financially, but I had the money spare and so thought I'd treat myself. I live in the UK and the CDs are coming from America so there was extra P&P to pay, which was part of the total amount.

Anyway, on Friday I received a letter from Parcel Force who are charging me VAT and custom duty because it's coming from abroad. And it's not cheap. So I now have to pay extra which I thought had already been dealt with when I ordered the goods. I was a bit miffed to say the least.

Luckily it won't break the bank and I'll probably shoot an e-mail off to TMI to inform them to recalculate their P&P so others won't get stung.

The bus could very well be the journey of the CDs. It gets so far (this country) and then stops. To continue to get home (to me), I have to pay another bus fare.

You've got to love the way our dream minds work.  :-P

Selski,

I see you bought the Gateway set from TMI.  I know it is too late for you but others may benefit.  I bought the complete set from the following website:

https://www.hemi-sync.com

I have spent a lot of money there!  You can buy the digital downloads which are cheaper than the CD set which is great because you can throw them onto your mobile device.  I waited for awhile before I bought the set because it was fairly expensive but than in late fall before Christmas the entire website was 20% off so I jumped at the opportunity to buy the complete Gateway set.  I would assume that they would do this type of sale on an annual basis.

They also have various other titles at 20% off on a monthly basis. 

Thanks T-Man

As you say, too late for me...but having had a quick peek (wish I hadn't!), they do look a bit cheaper than TMI. I actually chose to go direct because I wanted TMI to have the full benefit of the cost. Also, I wanted the 'real deal' and was a bit wary of buying elsewhere, especially because of the outlay.

I'm sure they'll reap rewards over the coming years - I just have to get them to me first.  :-D

BTW, I've been wondering...what does the T stand for in your username?  :lol:

T-Man - how do you use the tracks? I'm curious, as I bought Wave I years ago and mostly listened to just track 2.

I'm concerned I'm going to be inundated with dozens of tracks to choose from and not know where to start or how long to give each one and so on.

What was/is your method of listening to them - and how often?

(Sorry for all the questions!)  :-D

Selski,

I assumed the two websites were related.  I think I got to the Hemi-Sync website from TMI but I can't be 100% sure about that.  If you go to the 'About Us' link it is all about Robert A. Monroe.

The digital downloads are well organized into each Gateway Wave disc.  I am attempting to attach a photo (Sorry if it doesn't work).  I posted this message once already and got an error and lost my entire post to 'Otherwhere!'.  Maybe in some future projection I may catch up with it!

(https://www.dropbox.com/s/ewgg2yu4c7k9nx6/Gateway.jpg?dl=0)

I have all the downloads on my iPad and listen to them via Blu tooth head phones as I lay on my sofa.  I try to listen to a couple lessons at a time usually only on weekends.  I find that many times I would fall asleep or would click out and not remember anything so I would listen to that session over again.  My goal was to listen to them all once and than I would go back and start over from the beginning and keep repeating the same lesson until I was comfortable with it.  So far I have only made it thru Gateway Wave 3 and haven't listened to any in awhile because of that thing we all experience called LIFE!  There have been too many distractions lately and I will likely start over again when the time is right.  So far I have enjoyed them greatly!

Sorry if I have derailed your Dream Journal!

I have enjoyed reading yours and Stillwater's journals and your interpretations of the dreams.  I find it helps me think in new ways when I am attempting to interpret my own.

By the way, the T is just my initial of my name.  How original!

 :-D Thanks T-Man

Next time I'm in Otherwhere, I'll look for your post!  :-P

I'm sure I'll get used to the discs - but I feel like I'm going be like a kid in a toy store not knowing what to choose first. I love the sound of Bob's voice in my head and I hope he talks in them all - I call him 'Uncle Bob'.

Feel free to derail the thread any time - it's nice to have a change from school buses, travelling to nowhere and frustrating dream people.  :lol:

Lol the schoolbuses cut lines across my dreams too...It's like I am 10 and 30 at the same time. I don't feel like it was that long ago I was that old, maybe that is part of it.

The funny thing is, I've never been on a school bus in waking life...and I'm pushing 50 years old! Like you, I'm always my current age and the 'children' I'm with are also grown-ups. I guess it's all about lessons/learning/passing tests ... will it never end?!  :lol:

During lunch break at work and I'm on my way back to the office through a shopping centre. A fashion store is having a sale and showcasing a number of outfits in a first-come-first-served way. Numerous models are walking throughout the store wearing the outfits. One particular outfit grabs my attention. It's a long grey dress, really rather drab, almost the kind of thing you'd see a factory worker wearing. It appeals to me and I go inside to see if there are any left. I have my walking stick with me.

No such luck, they've all gone. However, there is another round of modelling with new outfits. I work out where the queue will be and make my way there without bothering to check out the outfits on offer. I'm first and the shop attendant asks me to wait. I joke that I had to start making my way early because I can't walk too well and gesticulate to the walking stick.

I have no idea of the outfit I've 'won' and only hope it's like the other one I liked so much. The models eventually make their way to the area where I am and I see the dress I've 'chosen'. It's floral, lacy, pretty and comes in a variety of colours. It's so not me, but I'm resigned to buying one. I think it might be nice on summer days and OH will probably like it.

Those who've got there first are sitting around and we are handed strawberries to eat. The one I'm given is still greenish and has a big black bit on it which I surreptitiously remove.

This 'shopping for clothes' dream is a regular. The actual shop itself is familiar to my dream mind. The dress I liked probably represents current thoughts about myself - somewhat drab, past my best and utilitarian. That's the outfit I wanted to wear, however I ended up with something pretty, bright and feminine instead.

I use a walking stick in waking life. This doesn't often come with me in dreams, but occasionally makes an appearance. When it does, I tend to use it as an excuse for something-or-other. Interestingly, it was the stick that stopped me getting the drab outfit and caused me to get the pretty one.

Having typed it out, I suspect the dream is about aging. I'm 50 next year and, whilst I'm not that bothered by getting older, it obviously is playing on my mind a little. The strawberry is a good example. Both underripe (youth) and going off (black).

This dream was a couple of days ago and I wasn't going to bother writing it out ... but it's still with me. And it's good discipline to keep my dream journal going.

There are a series of rides I'm on with a group of people. It's the penultimate ride and I recognise it as a dream memory.

This particular ride is a space ride. The capsule comfortably seats about 10 people and we are taken on a voyage through outer space. At first, there is a voice over a loudspeaker explaining where we are and so on. I understand this is an alien voice - it reminds me of Yoda.

I have my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of very fast speed - it's making my tummy turn. I speak quietly to my companion about how exciting it is. There are a group of four lads sitting near us who point to me and say something about 'woofage' [it sounds something like that]. We ask what they mean. They are teasing me for being childlike and they themselves act as if they've done this ride a thousand times and it's old hat. They point to the windows and I now look out.

It's breathtaking. It's outer space. It's beautiful. Even though I've done this ride before, I never looked out of the window. There's a lot of rich, velvety blackness with gentle hues of purple and blue, along with the tiniest hint of white stars everywhere.

With some dreams where I remember I've been there before, I can bring the memory back to waking life and recall the previous dream(s). This one I can't. But at the time of listening to Yoda, a big flood of memory returned. I knew there were about 10 rides in a row, this one was the second-to-last and it was my favourite of the lot.

Not sure about the interpretation, or if there even is one. It could simply be how I perceive moving around in dreamworld.


On holiday with family. It's our last day and we've decided to go the park to play cricket. I can't play due to my disability but have gone along to watch. I sit on the grass next to two others and have a book with me in case I get bored. The cricket players are quite some distance.

One of them whacks the ball into a river behind the park and it can't be retrieved. However, there is a 'finger mouse' on the ball which is a pet belonging to someone so it must be saved.

A younger member fetches the ball and all is well. They continue playing cricket. There is an insect behind me on the ground and I'm concerned it will jump inside my clothes so I decide to go back to our room, to go to bed.

Scene break.

I wake up having slept soundly for the whole night. There is even a large dent where my body has sunk into the bed. My sister is already getting dressed and I asked her what time she got in, realising that I didn't hear her at all. I want to use the bathroom before going for breakfast, but I can't find it. There is no en-suite and we decide to go outside to see if there is a communal bathroom. We hear our brother making a noise outside and go to investigate. He's peeing up against the car. I comment that if it rusts, he'll have to pay for the repair. We ask him where the bathroom is and he points some way away. Our room is one of a group of three. Further away is a larger complex with restaurants, shops and so on. It seems the bathroom for the three rooms is the public toilets in the complex. This doesn't seem right.

I make my way to the complex and enter a restaurant. On the blackboard at the door is written 'croque-monsieurs' and I think yum, I haven't had one of those for years. Perhaps we can come to this restaurant for our breakfast. I'm sitting at a table watching other holiday-makers have their breakfast and I wonder to myself whether any of them are having the best breakfast they've ever had.

Seeing as it was our last night on holiday, you'd have thought I'd have wondered where I'd been going all the previous days when I wanted the bathroom. But no, that never crossed my mind.  :roll:

Going to sleep within a dream is a curious thing. I wonder if it's an interpretation of a deeper level of sleep. Perhaps a mindstate where we need to be completely 'out of it' in order for some sensitive work/healing to take place. It's only in the last few years that I've noticed this phenomena of sleeping within a dream. It doesn't happen often, but when it does I tend to wake up (in the dream) rather sluggish, as if I've been out for a long time.

I haven't thought about croque-monsieurs for the longest time - nor do I recall them cropping up in waking life recently. Thinking about it, I was eating a ham sandwich the other day (which turned into a destination on a dream bus) and, given I was on holiday in this dream, perhaps I turned that ham sandwich into something foreign - a French ham sandwich which is a croque-monsieur.

I'm disappointed I took my disability to dreamland with me. It doesn't need to be there. That's twice now recently. Perhaps it's weighing on my mind more so than I'd like.

I'm in a building with another person. The building is modern, open-plan and predominantly white. Our aim is to find clues and move onto the next area/clue. Clues are hidden in books, in the placing of ornaments and so on. It's been well thought-out and cleverly designed. There are others looking for clues too – it seems we are in pairs.

We find a clue inside a book which states that we must be careful when going a certain way. As we move that way, four balls of various sizes, from a tennis-sized ball to a basketball-sized ball appear from the ceiling and land in a recess (which strangely enough is in the middle of a room). They don't bounce, but are obviously not heavy. It was those that we had to be careful of. And they are our next clue.

I'm suddenly preoccupied with something in my mouth. It's a piece of cotton and as I try to pull it out, it catches on a jagged tooth. I'm now worried about pulling too hard in case my tooth comes out as well. As if by magic, I'm now looking in a mirror at my open mouth to try and carefully unwind the cotton from the tooth. The rest of my mouth is large and has a number of open flaps in the gums. I know it looks wrong, but there isn't any pain or blood so I accept it as normal. I manage to remove the cotton from the tooth, but it's now lodged firmly in my gum. I'm holding one end and the other goes right inside, so much so that I can't see it. I pull gently and it comes out slowly. I can feel it moving, but as it doesn't hurt or bleed, I continue pulling. It's an odd sensation, unpleasant but I really don't want it in my mouth any more. Eventually it comes completely out and I awake.

It's amazing how much more has come back to me as I'm writing it down. I'd forgotten a lot about the first part in the building until I started typing. What strikes me now is it sounds just like a simulation. I imagine me & my partner (who I didn't recognise as anyone I knew) were doing quite well – and then I got distracted with the cotton.

What is amusing is that for dinner the same day we had string beans, which were rather stringy. So stringy, they were getting caught in my teeth and I didn't finish them. I suspect that memory popped up in the middle of my dream test and completely consumed me. Ha ha ha.

There are only snippets from the last few days.

I was in a building and the man who owned it had put some kind of force field right through it. This was in order to stop people coming through to the rooms we were in. I remember thinking 'bullet-proof glass' but understood that what he could do was much much more than that.

A later dream saw me and ex staying in a hotel. We were in our room which was actually the whole upper level of the hotel. We'd arrived in the morning - if we'd come in the evening we'd have been given a complimentary selection of drinks which comprised a dream character looking suspiciously like Kurt Leland serving us 29 different spirits. I was glad we'd missed out.

And then later on in a third dream, the usual sex shenanigans.  :-P

I'm with a family, although I'm not a member of it. The family is unfamiliar to me. I'm not sure in what capacity I'm there. The daughter, who is around 10 years old, is troublesome in that she must get her own way. There is also another younger child.

She is now demanding that she is allowed to cut herself with a scalpel. I'm a little horrified at this, but her parents (or perhaps guardians, as they are two women, one much older than the other) have heard it all before and know they must comply. They do so.

The scene changes and we are all walking down a street. I've got a big wad of paper towels wrapped around my left index finger. This is where I've been cut. The understanding is that when the girl cut herself, it happened to me also. We are on our way to find the shop where they can mend the cut(s).

I'm too curious to leave the finger alone. I gently pull off the wadding. The cut is about 1cm down from the top and all the way round. Even though there is no blood, I notice that it's quite deep and am grateful it didn't go all the way through. As I have this thought, the top part of my finger comes off into the wadding. I put it back on and rewrap the wadding, hoping that they will be able to perfectly mend it.

This was early on in the night. I was quite a passive character and don't recall any dialogue from me. Perhaps I'm the girl. It was an unusual dream in that now, even though I've remembered some of it (maybe all of it), I don't feel any connection with/to it.


A clothes store dream. Different store to the recent one. K is there and she is trying on a pair of dungarees. I tell her how much I like dungarees. Our boss is also there and informs us that he's leaving for the day, whereupon he walks out of the shop window (going right through it) and floats gently down.

There was more to this one but it's lost. How could I miss the LD trigger of K? It's the first time she's appeared since the recent dream where I asked her if she was a dream guide. The Dream Operators even gave me another LD trigger pretty much immediately after K - our boss floating through a window. And I missed that one too. Doh.


I'm with Mum and two of her friends, unfamiliar to me. She is at the top of the stairs, her friends are on the stairs and I'm at the bottom. She is recounting an experience from the night before where a neighbour - known to her and called Daniel - appeared on the stairs as she was going to the bathroom. She assumed he was real and started talking to him whereupon he faded away.

The friends start mulling over what could have happened. After a few minutes I come in with, "There is another explanation; but I don't think you'll like it."

They all look over at me expectantly.

"Daniel might have been astral projecting."

I can see they are not going to give this the time of day.

I'm re-reading A Record of Out-of-the-Body Experiences by Oliver Fox and I reckon the dream has come directly from that. What is frustrating is that I didn't even realise I was dreaming, despite talking about astral projecting.

Jeepers, how many LD triggers do I need before I wake up in the dream?  :|

Selski-

Recently I have had a re-think about Dream Triggers/Signals. It hit me about a year ago, and the fact is that I almost never respond to a DT by becoming more lucid. I did at one point early on in my practice, and it seemed like a logical skill that would naturally improve over time; but in fact, the opposite seems to have happened.

(I was all set to speculate on there being more than one type of DT, that there are at least 2: one to trigger Lucid consciousness and another to act as a DT for our NP Personality, a kind of 'internal pivot-point'. And maybe there are more subtle aspects of the DT to explore? Both the exterior type and the interior type.)

And just as I went to type, it occurred to me -What has changed more for me over the last ten years? The nature and quality of my Dream Triggers or the nature and quality of my PR Personality and especially my NPR Personality?

My Dream Trigger has not essentially changed. Maybe there are some newer and more subtle qualities within it. But my DT is still what it has always essentially been: A Dream anomaly, an anachronism, an illogical inconsistency within the Dream storyline.

Selski -Okay, so how about this idea? The fact that you are not becoming lucid from your Dream Triggers/Signals is not because you are missing them, it is because your NP Personality has become developed enough to handle the situation by itself, without resorting to activating the conscious mind!

For me, the genesis of this idea began 3 years ago when I posed the question in my 'How to Avoid a Lucid Dream Despite Nine Easy Dream Triggers' thread in this same forum. Both Lion and Szaxx led me to the answer, and I thought I understood it at the time, but it is only now that the gestation is complete and I have now, a wider perspective. This is an example of a subject Lion, Szaxx and I have promoted discussion on that involves (for lack of a better expression) the education of the NP Personality and its importance to our overall spiritual development.

I will end with a few Szaxx quotes and paraphrases that will hopefully provoke some thinking along this specific line:

"Not taking the DT's is showing you that you do have control, this will be limited but it will be part of your NP personality showing itself instinctively."

"Progress showing itself in your subconscious mind overlapping into a conscious reality performing a necessary change."

Brackets mine-[When the NP personality can't handle the DT], 'the subconscious passes the inconsistency over to the conscious mind to deal with it' [either by becoming lucid, ending the dream altogether or waking up.]

So, maybe we don't get the same opportunities to become lucid that we once did; but this is not a reason for disappointment. This actually is a sign of how our NP Personality has developed to a point where it can better handle itself; the DT's we remember upon waking are still there, but now are signposts of a new territory we are moving into.

Gotta love this stuff!

EV

Thank you so much for responding EV - it really can be a minefield trying to work through 'All This' on your own.

Your words make a lot of sense and I'm going to spend a day or two (or three!) letting them seep into my mind.

I've been reading some older threads with very interesting discussions between yourself, Szaxx and Lionheart, amongst others. I particularly loved your 'Fieldtrip' thread.

No doubt I'll have questions once I've absorbed your post - I'll let you know.  :-D

Last night was a hotchpotch of dreams, mostly forgotten. The theme seemed to be miscommunication, or misinterpretation of events.

I woke up around midnight having vague memories of 'something missing' - like I'd not completed a whole test. It was a memory that I couldn't quite pull to me, but my waking thoughts were doing a quiz with 10 questions and forgetting to answer one of them, rendering the quiz incomplete and therefore failing. My waking thoughts parallel the job I do (proof-reading quizzes for school-children) and so I may have missed the mark on this dream.

Another dream saw me watching an older man and woman who always took the same train to and from work together. They were walking home and the man suggested that when they both retire, in 10 years or so, they could spend their days here together. I understood that he was making his move...but she missed it altogether. At times I was the Observer, at times I was her.

A further dream and I was back in my childhood bedroom. I'd had a sneaky cigarette and opened the window to let the smell out. I could see my fluffy toys lined up along the window sill and smiled in nostalgic memory of them. In the back garden, there was some kind of construct in the middle of the garden, a kind of huge den or bonfire pre-lit. It could house a person, it was that large. Two men came running into the garden and one shouted to the other, 'You go towards the house, I'll search here!' As this was said, I saw the movement of a lower leg in the den and understood that the two men were police looking for the criminal who was hiding in the construct. I called out, 'He's hiding in the big pile!' whereupon the first man who'd shouted rushed in to get him.

Later in the same dream, I realised I'd let them all down. Whatever it was (a drama/film, a test for those three), it was the other guy who should have caught the criminal. I'd got involved and spoiled it for everyone.

The nostalgia I felt for the old toys was dream-nostalgia. I've never seen those toys in waking life. Which ties in with EV's post about the difference between PR personality and NPR personality.

Going back to the recent dream where my finger came off, I watched a film last night where the main character cut off his finger...  :-o

I'm with mum and dad and we are driving somewhere - dad is the driver. We are in town and turn a corner slowly. There is a clothes shop on the right-hand side that draws my attention. It's large, sells cheap & cheerful clothing, everyday stuff such as T-shirts, scarfs and jeans. I mention this and dad agrees to stop for 20 minutes or so. He goes to a stall up ahead and asks us to return to the car soon which we agree to do.

We go into the shop and I spot dungarees hanging on a rail. I go over and am disappointed that they are not full trouser dungarees, but are shorts. I look through them for my size, but they are all way too small. However, there is something on the rail that looks like it will fit - a non-descript dark-blue dress. I like it and decide to buy it. It's cheap enough that even if it doesn't fit, I can chuck it away.

I'm told I have to try it on before purchase, which is going to take time and I'd really rather not. But it's a must. As I'm making my way to the changing rooms, I have to pass the tills. I hear the female staff (who are all young girls) muttering that there's something wrong with the main machine in the basement and the tills won't take cheques or cards.

I haven't got any money on me and so know that I'll be held up yet again once we get to the checkouts. I decide to ditch the dress and go and meet dad instead. I now hear the manager (a male) telling the girls that one of them will have to go down to the basement and fix the machine.

Loudly I say, "Don't any of you girls agree to that. It's not part of your job. You get peanuts anyway and fixing machines is beyond your requirements. It's a crap job; he's a crap manager - if you don't need the money, why not just walk out now?"

As I'm saying this, I recognise one of the girls. She's an actress, around my age, but in the dream is a teenager. I can't remember her name, and as is my wont in dreams, it's important that I do remember it. She tells me her first name and I interpret this as Annabelle whereupon I realise her name is Annabelle Gish. I also recall she was Eddie's daughter (Saffron) in Absolutely Fabulous. I turn to her and say she definitely has no need to stay working here as she is going to be a famous actress.

My awareness slightly brightens at this point and I feel it's necessary to write details down in order to remember them. I have a pen...but nothing to write on. I use the back of my hand and jot down her name and a few other keywords. The writing doesn't morph and stays 'true'. I've used up the back and so turn my hand over to write on the palm. My mum comes over and I tell her what I'm doing and show her the back of my hand - which is now empty. I look at the palm and all the writing has also been erased. I awake.

When I awoke, I ran through the dream noting the keywords in my mind. I knew I'd forgotten the early part but was pleased with what I did remember. The actress is actually called Julia Sawalha - Annabeth Gish (not Annabelle) is another actress who played Agent Reyes in The X-Files. So I'd got that completely muddled up. In addition, Julia looked like a younger version of her older self, rather than what she really looked like when she was younger. Furthermore, she was already a child actor and so wouldn't be working in a two-penny clothes store.

I think that whole scenario with her appearing was a mighty distraction which I happily went with. The fact that my dream notes were removed also points that I failed the test. I suspect the test was as simple as getting back to dad in a timely fashion without 'getting lost' along the way.

It was only 1am when I awoke from this dream. I contemplated going straight back to sleep without writing anything down...but knew that this was a bad idea and so quickly jotted a few keywords down in my waking life dream notebook by my bedside.


A second dream which has all been forgotten. The only thing remembered is that I took no part in it - I was an Observer.

A third dream with some recall, mainly sexual, where I was mostly the Observer, occasionally one of the female characters - but I wasn't 'me'.

Observer dreams are becoming more frequent. Initial thoughts are that they are mimicking my waking life, where I'm much less active (and therefore taking less part) in life than I used to be. Or perhaps there's more to it - perhaps the Dream Operators are giving me Observer dreams for a reason. I'll have to ponder it more.

3rd-Person observer dreams are pretty common dreams for everyone to have in general. I have them all of the time too. About 20-30% of my dreams are observer-type dreams, and it has been that way more or less for my entire life.

You may well be right though, about viewing yourself less as an active participant in your waking life.

Quote from: Stillwater3rd-Person observer dreams are pretty common dreams for everyone to have in general.

I must be an exception then - for me they are very rare, or were until recently. I thought they might be 'special' dreams as they are so unusual (like black & white dreams for me), but so far they seem to be about run-of-the-mill normal stuff.

Another thought is that I've recently been heavily immersed in All Things Dream-Related and perhaps I'm being advised to slow it down, be more relaxed about my nightly experiences and not push it so much. An Observer dream is, to me, about as "un-immersed" as you can get!  :-D

This second thought came through gently yesterday as I was watching a film. It was a fairly ordinary film (called The Way) but it really touched me for some reason.  It made me realise that I can be moved/uplifted/whatnot by physical stuff just as much as non-physical. I can expand my awareness via physical 'adventures' (through other actors/directors) just the same as my own 'dream-films'.

Perhaps I need to step back a bit.  :|

Quote from: Stillwater on August 18, 2017, 07:23:01
3rd-Person observer dreams are pretty common dreams for everyone to have in general.

I'm with Selski on this - My dreams are all in the first person, and in colour - just like "real life".

According to a quick internet search (!) 1st person perspective is common and 3rd person perspective (or "observer perspective") is less common.

A few years ago, whilst describing lucid dreams to a work colleague, my colleague got all annoyed and agitated by my 1st person description and said something like "That's impossible! We don't dream like that, we dream as if we're watching ourselves from behind".

In that moment it was clear to me that my colleague had always dreamt in observer perspective and believed therefore that everyone does. He was clearly wrong.

Selski, you might find the following link interesting. I don't know how authoritative their information is, but it goes along the lines:

"When you experience a dream as an Observer, it may be that the unconscious is protecting you from experiencing the dream first hand because it is too emotional or painful. It gives you the opportunity to see the truth without feeling the pain. ..."

https://www.dreamscloud.com/en/dream-dictionary/symbol/perspective-viewpoint (https://www.dreamscloud.com/en/dream-dictionary/symbol/perspective-viewpoint)

PS - your dream recall is exceptional!

By pretty common, I mean merely a number above 5%.

First person dreams are more common overall, and the majority of mine are that way too, but I have had both perspectives quite frequently, or dreams which switch perspective midway. It is pretty common as well (again, a number over 5%) to dream in black and white, although this isn't something I really experience myself.

I do ocassionally get monocrhome-filter dreams though, especially sepia... probably this has something to do with all the painting I do, lol....

I'm with Stillwater on this one.  I frequently dream in both 1st person and 3rd person perspective.  I will be observing a dream and than in the middle of the dream I become one of the characters that I was observing.  I guess we all experience dreams differently probably based on what we each as individuals need to learn.  So far, I do not recall any dreams in black and white but I really haven't paid attention to my dreams until this past year.

catmeow - thanks for the link, I found it interesting. Not sure mine are to do with being emotionally removed from the dream as, generally speaking, my recent Observer dreams have been rather mundane and inconsequential.

I think it's an easy assumption to make - that we all dream alike - until we actually make enquiries. I didn't realise that my dream recall was so good - I thought everyone else had that much recall, but they just weren't as interested in dreaming as me!  :lol:

I've never dreamt in sepia, or at least not that I can remember. B&W dreams are extremely rare for me. Thinking back, I can remember one (which was also an Observer dream - possibly why I remember it as it was doubly unusual).

With regards to second-person perspective dreaming, can anyone clarify what this is? Does it mean you are your own consciousness in someone else's body, or does it mean you have someone else's consciousness and are acting 'autonomously' despite a sense of knowing you are you, if that makes sense?

My perspective is predominantly first-person, but I have experienced others and occasionally (as T-Man points out) flit between one & the other.

I'm moving fast down a road – at least I think it's a road. It has walls either side which look man-made, rather like modern white stone-walls with patterns in a natural look. The walls are slightly too high for me to look beyond. I'm not actually on/in a vehicle, but nor am I flying. I'm not really sure how I'm moving but that isn't my primary focus. My desire is to slow down or stop and 'get off' so I can take a more leisurely pace, look at the walls in more detail and see what's on the other side of them.

Then I think a bit and decide to stay with the movement. Eventually it slows down and I get off a bus in a small town. It's winter time, there are a few inches of snow on the ground but it's a beautiful sunny day. Everything is clear, crisp and colours are vibrant, shining. I feel extremely well, happy and ready for an adventure.

A few of us get off the bus (not many, perhaps 4 or 5) and we understand that it will pick us up at some later time to take us back. We have a couple of hours or more to have a look round. I suppose it's a day trip.

There is a little shop on the corner. I decide to go in. It sells clothes and cheap knick-knacks – I get the impression of a beach shop. There is a big baggy t-shirt hanging up by the door gently blowing in the breeze. Inside there's not much room, the shop can probably hold half a dozen people. There are some pretty-patterned bras in a dark purple colour. They look too large for me, but I contemplate buying one, making my boobs bigger (I do this regularly in dreams!) and flaunting about the place. Then I think a bit and turn away.

I then go to another shop and, feeling mischievous, make a loud stupid sound. Before I finish this sound, I stop myself and become quiet. I leave the shop and have a brief conversation with someone who was on the same ride as me. We discuss where the bus will be to collect us and figure it will turn up at the same spot it dropped us off. I decide to wait for it.

The scene fades.

When I awake, I see a design behind my closed eyes. It's like the patterns you see in a kaleidoscope, but much softer. The background is a dirty green and the geometric swirls are off-white/dull cream. It's like a 'natural' kaleidoscope. I'm fully awake now, aware of my body against the bed and knowing exactly who I am/where I am, but am able to watch this scene for a good 7 seconds (I'm counting) before it fades.


I think this was a successful test. The two times where I 'think for a bit' and when I become quiet were the three areas where I believe I did well. My reward? The kaleidoscope. I certainly feel more buoyant this morning and less despondent about my nightly adventures.

Those three decisions were made by my NP self; they had nothing to do with being lucid (which I wasn't) nor my conscious self. But, on some level, I remembered what I wanted to do (remain quiet, go with the experience and not be distracted). I managed all three – just about.  :-P

EV – in response to your post the other day.  :-)

I fully agree with your first paragraph – this has been my experience over the years to a T. In fact, looking at my NP progression from 15-odd years ago when I began having classic OBEs, the 'scope' (for want of a better word) has got smaller and smaller, until I'm left with mostly ordinary dreams with the occasional lucid one or part-separation of the physical.

The bulk of my 'most interesting' experiences (to me, at least) are between 3-7 years ago and these comprise, for the most part, lucid dreams. Once I began having 'big adventures' via lucid dreaming, I was no longer bothered about OBEs and all the 'faff' that goes with it. Even phasing phased out (lol) when I began to simply 'wake up' in a dream, seemingly without needing a trigger.

Something did happen during this time which was very curious to me. I found it hard to put into words, but my lucidity changed. It wasn't less and it wasn't dull – but it was more subtle. I remember trying to put into words what I meant in a post over at EIC and got a fantastic response from CF Traveler who explained it so much more succinctly than I ever could. I can't remember what she said now, but it was spot on. She'd obviously been through a similar process.

I still became lucid...but I also didn't. I gently knew I could do things in the environment that I knew I couldn't do in other environments (without fully realising that this was a dream vs waking life). Having read a number of posts over the past month here at the Pulse regarding the NP personality, I now suspect that was the beginning of mine taking shape.

Quote from: EVThe fact that you are not becoming lucid from your Dream Triggers/Signals is not because you are missing them, it is because your NP Personality has become developed enough to handle the situation by itself, without resorting to activating the conscious mind!

Yes, and I think my most recent experience bears this out rather nicely.

Quote from: EVSo, maybe we don't get the same opportunities to become lucid that we once did; but this is not a reason for disappointment. This actually is a sign of how our NP Personality has developed to a point where it can better handle itself; the DT's we remember upon waking are still there, but now are signposts of a new territory we are moving into.

That's a great way of looking at it. I'm rather fond of becoming lucid though and will miss it. Perhaps the Dream Operators will look kindly on me and throw one my way every so often!

What's going to be difficult going forward is building on the NP personality, especially as I'm not lucid. It happened last night, but it felt more pot luck than anything – any hints or tips on that one?

Thanks EV – your input is greatly appreciated.

Quote from: SelskiI remember trying to put into words what I meant in a post over at EIC and got a fantastic response from CF Traveler who explained it so much more succinctly than I ever could. I can't remember what she said now, but it was spot on. She'd obviously been through a similar process.

Found it! Aren't search functions fab?  :-D

http://www.explorations-in-consciousness.com/forums/index.php?threads/dreams-with-dreams-within-dreams.2730/#post-17154 (http://www.explorations-in-consciousness.com/forums/index.php?threads/dreams-with-dreams-within-dreams.2730/#post-17154)

Seems I was having a very similar conversation 3 years ago.  :-P

QuoteWith regards to second-person perspective dreaming, can anyone clarify what this is?

I have never heard of an instance of this... but, in terms of perspectives and camera work in film and other media,

1st person is, you are the character, seeing things from the character's perspective

3rd person is, you are a floating camera, watching things from a perspective no one has

2ng person is, you are yourself, but you are watching yourself from the perspective of another person. This is very rare.

In film, a second person camera would never happen most of the time, because the viewer doesn't already identify themselves as being one of the characters. Most of the examples are from video games. An example is Battletoads, where you are a frog character that you normally watch from 3rd person perspective, but at some point, you watch your character from the perspective of an enemy boss, as you flee that boss.

So that is cameras, then there is identity in perspective.

1st person identity is, you watch the events from the perspective of someone

3rd person identity is, you watch the events from the perspective outside what a person has

2nd person identity is, you watch the events from the perspective of someone, and you ARE that someone. Pretty much this can only reasonably be used in books, and even then, super rare. The only real exception I can think of is Virtual reality, where you are often playing as yourself.

Thanks Stillwater - I think I've got it. I'm not the brightest button on the shirt!  :lol:

It's strange how forgetful I can be. Yesterday afternoon I was looking through a colouring book saw a picture of silver birch trees. BOOM! This brought back some of the winter dream I had. Rather than 'get off a bus', the movement did eventually slow down and I was able to stop myself by grabbing a silver birch and hugging it. It was a lovely sensation and quite memorable - even though I forgot it. In fact, I even remembered it when I awoke from the dream and when I awoke from the night...but by the time I came to write it down, it had gone.

Memory is a funny old thing - I often get muddled. Even between whether it's a dream memory or a waking life memory. I suppose that's a side-effect of being so dream-focused.

Quote from: T-ManSo far, I do not recall any dreams in black and white but I really haven't paid attention to my dreams until this past year.

I meant to mention this yesterday. I'd love to read what started your journey into dreams a year ago (if it's not too personal). If you have a specific thread, let me know. I'm nosey curious.  :-D

I'm at a sporting event with two friends, one of whom is taking part in the event. I realise I'm only wearing a t-shirt and knickers – although no-one else seems to notice this. I ask my friend to show me the way to the shops so I can buy something appropriate to wear. She takes me down the road and points in the distance, but then must return as she is appearing in the event shortly.

I go into a clothes shop and quickly choose a pair of trousers - pretty much the nearest to hand. They are £81 which is quite pricey, but I don't really care, I just need something to wear so that I can get back to my friends. The reason they are expensive is that they are waterproof. I put them on – they fit lovely – and go to pay.

On the way back I forget which direction we came in. I have a choice of going left or right. I choose right and, as the environment opens out, I realise I've gone the wrong way. However, my dream self is happy and not stressed or concerned, and I go on my merry way to explore the new landscape.

I come across a large field with a few trees in it. There is a stunning old tree ahead of me – and I look at the leaves to see what it is – it's an oak. It looks very old with a sturdy trunk and lots of low thick branches twisted out. It's beautiful and as I look at it, I say to myself, 'You are real. You cannot be unreal. This is real.' I go over and gently touch the bark which is dry and very rough – it feels just like it would in waking life.

A while later I come out of my reverie and decide I'd better go back to the left/right road and take a left. This I do and I soon see in the distance lots of vehicles parked so I know I'm heading for the sports stadium. As I reach the front gates, there are my two friends waiting for me. They've been worried as I've been a while and I'm prone to getting lost, so they figured the best place to wait for me was at the entrance.


Another clothes shop dream. Are the items I'm choosing disguises? No, that doesn't feel right. Maybe they represent beliefs and I'm currently shopping around until I find something that totally suits me. Hmmmm. Waterproof beliefs - ha ha ha.  :-D

My sense of direction is appalling in waking life - it's very likely that I would go the wrong way on the return journey - my brain just cannot compute reverse directions.  :-P

A group of us are making lemon flapjacks. There are a number of recipes to choose from. Me & a friend realise we haven't got all the ingredients we need for our recipe and consider going to the shop. But then we haven't got enough time, so we decide to use pasta instead. She asks what pasta I've got and says that lasagne pasta sheets would be the best. I look in my cupboard and find a box with 2 and a half sheets inside, which is nowhere near enough.

I tell her I'm going to use spaghetti and she asks what other pasta I have. I think I've got penne, but bring her the jar which is actually full of macaroni. She decides to use that, even though it will mean her flapjacks are rather 'slushy'.

We've made the first batch pre-oven and I take a mouthful. It's lemony-taste is just right with the texture somewhere between froth and mousse.


A silly one. Added because of the use of taste in a dream. Not that unusual for me, but worth noting.

Quote from: Stillwater on August 19, 2017, 11:12:22
2nd person identity is, you watch the events from the perspective of someone, and you ARE that someone. Pretty much this can only reasonably be used in books, and even then, super rare. The only real exception I can think of is Virtual reality, where you are often playing as yourself.

Stillwater,

So, just to clarify, in this case, you not only shift your viewpoint (camera perspective) to that of another person (the "second person"), you also assume his identity?

Is that what you're saying?

Yeah that is correct. When you write in the second person, you use the pronoun "you". A person writing in the second person is literally telling you something about yourself.

If you want to talk about second person experiences, it is something like the reality we are experiencing now. Not only do we see things from the perspective of our body (which would be sufficient for a 1st person pesrpective), but we also consider ourselves to be that body.

It gets a bit confusing.

Quote from: Selski on August 20, 2017, 04:37:23
I meant to mention this yesterday. I'd love to read what started your journey into dreams a year ago (if it's not too personal). If you have a specific thread, let me know. I'm nosey curious.  :-D

Selski,

I've had a couple OBE experiences that first started in the early 90's.  I listen to Audio books that I buy from (Audible.com).  I came across Robert Monroe's first book last year and thought I would give it a listen.  I was hooked because it helped explain the experiences I had and I have not looked back.  I buy every audio book I can get my digital fingers on and books that aren't available on Audible.com, I buy paperback.  I have quite the collection now.  I than started my Dream Journal last year as well since that is what everyone recommends so you can get used to remembering your experiences. 

You can read my intro which is still available on the first page of the Members Introductions.  I have a paragraph there about how I started.
Nothing too exiting!  :-)

Quote from: StillwaterIt gets a bit confusing.

You're telling me!  :-P

Quote from: T-ManYou can read my intro which is still available on the first page of the Members Introductions.  I have a paragraph there about how I started.

Thanks T-Man.  :-)

I'm in a hospital ward with two others, one of whom was in the same car crash as me. The third person was also in a car crash, but her injuries are more severe than ours. We spend time talking, reading, doing crosswords. I receive some mail. There is a cheque for over £600 addressed to me. I ring the company who sent the cheque and they tell me they've been trying to contact me via e-mail. I explain my predicament and situation, and that I haven't got access to my e-mail account.

My friend and I are both reading the same book. It's by Stephen King. We discuss it and find we're up to pretty much the same page. I ask if the other lady is reading anything and my friend replies, 'the glass woman isn't well enough to read'.

I have a discussion with the glass woman who shows me two large blisters, one on the inside of her index finger and one on the inside of her middle finger. These keep rubbing together and it's these blisters, more than anything else, that are hurting her the most. She tells me that she's married and her husband is very busy and currently away on business. I explain that mine is also.

A week has passed by and another day of reading/talking. I ask glass woman if she's had a visit from her husband yet - no. I ask if she's had a phone call from him - no. I then say to myself out loud, 'I haven't had a visit or a phone call from mine either ... [then a bit louder] that's really weird, not even a phone call'.

Then it dawns on me.

I already know the answer, but ask in all seriousness to my friends, 'Are we dead?'


I'm currently reading Illusions II by Richard Bach. This is an account of his plane accident where he spends a week in a coma and quite some time in hospital. (It sounds morbid, but is a really lovely book!)

I'm a tad disappointed it took me a whole week to work out I was dead - I hope it's not that long when I finally do kick the bucket. I suppose on the other hand, it's not too long at all. I wasn't at all bothered about being dead...and I was careful with my words so as not to upset/shock the others.

It was a slightly muddled dream as my 'friend' wasn't consistently one person - at first they were my ex, then later a friend from work.

Another thing to note. In a much later dream, not related to this one, I am telling my boss about this dream and the fact that I'd worked out what had happened - that we had all died.

It took me all day yesterday before I realised that the above dream was more than likely a retrieval. When I went to bed last night, I was thinking about my question, 'Are we dead?' and - WHAM! - retrieval jumped into my mind.

My initial friend who changed forms was perhaps an NP Helper (my filters kept seeing people I knew) with Glass Woman being the dead person. The fact that the Helper and I were both 'on the same page' is a clue.

Maybe the Helpers needed a physical presence to help with the process as Glass Woman was refusing to even entertain the idea she was dead, and as a side effect couldn't see any Helpers.

A scenario was planned by the Dream Operators and they got me involved, hoping I'd bring up the subject in an appropriate & caring manner.

The scene was set, I played my part (without realising I had a part to play, lol) and I didn't botch it! As soon as I'd asked the question - Are we dead? - I awoke. I guess they didn't need me anymore after that. My question probably got Glass Woman thinking and that was enough to bring the Helpers into focus. Thank goodness I didn't get lucid otherwise I'd have been off prancing around looking for male doctors...  :lol:

I went to sleep wondering why she was so reluctant to entertain the idea of death. A short dream followed whereby I had to go down a dark passage to fetch something and was full of fear. No - I was terrified. I think that was my answer, as I am rarely, if ever, that scared in dreams.

A question for anyone reading.

I've been mulling over why she is called Glass Woman. I wondered if her surname is Glass. In our discussions in the hospital, she told me her husband's first name. On a whim, I googled his first name with a surname of Glass - and found a website of that exact name, with a photo, bio etc. It doesn't mention anything about him being married, but then again the focus is on his work.

Would you, having had my experience, contact him? If so, what the dickens would you say?

I think I've already got my answer, but wondered what you would do. I think it's all a bit tenuous to be bothering a complete stranger. At best I'd come across a complete loon, at worst it might be really upsetting for him.

Quote from: Stillwater on August 20, 2017, 20:40:47
Yeah that is correct. When you write in the second person, you use the pronoun "you". A person writing in the second person is literally telling you something about yourself.

Thanks Stillwater

Quote from: Selski on August 22, 2017, 03:48:38
It took me all day yesterday before I realised that the above dream was more than likely a retrieval. When I went to bed last night, I was thinking about my question, 'Are we dead?' and - WHAM! - retrieval jumped into my mind.

That was certainly an interesting dream.  It would have never occurred to me that could have been a retrieval but after you mention it the circumstances sure seem to fit that scenario.  I don't know much about retrievals but I have read many on the forum as well as on TMI.  I always assumed that the one helping out always had a high level of awareness or lucidity but I guess you still have degrees of awareness in non-lucid dreams.  I, myself had a dream a couple nights ago that was some sort of test/simulation and even though I was not lucid, my awareness level was higher than usual and I remembered a lot of detail in that dream. 

Great job on the conclusion of that dream/retrieval!

P.S.  You made me chuckle about the lucidity and chasing after the doctors!  :-)

Wow! Great retrieval interpretation Selski! You have just confirmed that it can occur on a purely instinctive NP level! Nicely done!

There is so much to un-wrap here, I wish I was better at pulling quotes...

I love the 'nudging process'!...I give a nudge, you give a nudge, then Stillwater, catmeow and then T-Man...before you know it, we have all instinctively moved forward somehow and maybe learned something...

'Dream nostalgia'...that was a good call! Think about the various PR emotions we are re-introduced to within our NPR experiences...fear, anger, sexual desire...those are the biggies...then we get introduced to more subtle energies like various forms of nostalgia, fondness, regret, disappointment, hope!...

Selski, your dream recall is amazing and I think the sheer number is indicative that you are learning and advancing on such subtle levels that you may have previously been unaware. My only advice can be to just encourage it and let it unfold as it naturally seems to be happening.

What you are learning and thereby teaching us is just how 'natural' and 'organic' learning is at this point. We don't and won't always understand the dream symbology...maybe the next day, maybe a week later...the key may be to just simply 'trust' that the learning is happening at a very 'instinctive, internal level'...just let it complete itself in it's own way.

"WHAM! -Retrieval jumped into my mind"...yeah, that's how the revelations hit you at this point...it is frustrating, then BAM, the realization hits...

The Glass woman...could be her name, but the first read I had was maybe that describes her 'fragility'...?

If you choose to contact him, you might defer by saying that you 'thought' you were an old school friend and could be mistaken...that may buy you a convenient exit.

Finally, I hope that you suspect to a certain degree that these experiences are showing wonderful progress in the development of your NP personality, a subject that I expect may be of increasing interest to you.

More to come, I'm sure...

A group of us are in a pub. We've gone to watch greyhound racing on the big screen. The dogs start off in a cave. As we watch the men getting everything ready as the dogs have already been put in the traps, there is a small explosion inside the cave. Everyone in the pub is shocked and worried and before we can say anything, there is a further explosion – this one much larger and it's obvious that everyone – trainers, track workers and the dogs themselves – are dead.

No idea where this came from. I used to go greyhound racing regularly but haven't been for years. My sadness in the dream was over the death of the dogs... I didn't particularly feel any concern for the people.


I'm with Bill. The last scene is beautiful. He looks younger and really well. We are in a park, I'm lying on the grass and he's dancing around me. In the distance is a mountain – its shape is that of sugar loaf mountain and everywhere around us are cherry blossom trees in full bloom against a sky blue background. Really pretty. The atmosphere is loving and sexy. We wonder where we are – we know it's not heaven but it's somewhere simply wonderful.

A real feel-good dream. I woke up happy and with lovely thoughts about Bill. I also had Under the Tree by Jim Noir in my mind.

Quote from: T-ManIt would have never occurred to me that could have been a retrieval but after you mention it the circumstances sure seem to fit that scenario.

It's a tricky one as I'm not really sure whether I've simply misinterpreted (or read too much into) an ordinary dream (with plenty of bleedthroughs from the book I was reading that day). Quite a bit of 'this stuff' is a leap of faith...and oftentimes I refuse to jump!

When I looked at it from a retrieval point of view, there were quite a few signs that stood out. One big one was when the dream ended. I now suspect that I was beginning to become lucid at that point and was probably booted out before I made a mess of it. The good thing is, if it was a retrieval, I wasn't thrown in at the deep end. If I had fluffed it, I'm sure they had a contingency plan in place. I could have simply been another patient who was in too much pain, or lost my mind, or something. I think it was a little test to see if I was ready in a non-physical AND non-lucid sense.

The other clue is how I felt upon the realisation that it was a retrieval. I'd just gone to bed tired and ready for a good sleep. After the realisation, I was wide awake, hyper and could have happily done a day's work! It was a struggle to actually stay in bed and try to sleep.

I'm still not sure...but I've been sitting on the fence for most of my life so for now I'm going with it.

Down the rabbit hole goes Selski...  :-D

Quote from: EscapeVelocity on August 23, 2017, 01:34:50
The Glass woman...could be her name, but the first read I had was maybe that describes her 'fragility'...?

This was my exact thought as well when I read the thru the dream.

Selski,

Maybe Glass was her name but maybe you referred to her as the glass woman because you knew that she was in a fragile state.  Maybe you took the week to be with her and gradually bring to her attention that she may be dead.

BTW, which Stephen King novel were you reading?  :wink:

Quote from: EscapeVelocity
Wow! Great retrieval interpretation Selski! You have just confirmed that it can occur on a purely instinctive NP level! Nicely done!

Thank you EV. It hasn't quite got the wow factor of a lucid experience, but perhaps this is the way it will be for me from now on. I just hope that my NP personality continues to evolve in a way that is beneficial for all concerned.  :-)

I think (hope) you are correct that I'm still learning in a more subtle way. I guess the best way to continue down this path is to keep on recording and deciphering my dreams - and, most importantly, to not get frustrated when I feel that 'nothing' is happening. Looking back, I suspect a lot of the dreams I've had since I rejoined the Pulse have been building up to this hospital retrieval experience. The night I realised it was a retrieval I was sending out NP gratitude to anyone who would listen!  :-D

Quote from: EVThe Glass woman...could be her name, but the first read I had was maybe that describes her 'fragility'...?

Yeah, I also thought it might be her bodily state - full of glass from the car crash. I'm definitely not contacting anyone - as I was looking at the link on his website saying 'email me', it made me realise just how far removed all this stuff is to the 'real' world. Heck, I doubt I'll even relay the hospital experience to my other half - I know he'd listen kindly, but... well, you probably know what I mean. These experiences are difficult for us to accept - and we're the ones having them. I know if the boot was on the other foot, I'd have a hard time believing him too.

Quote from: EVMore to come, I'm sure...

Ha ha, yep indeedy!  8-)

Quote from: T-Man
Maybe Glass was her name but maybe you referred to her as the glass woman because you knew that she was in a fragile state.

I reckon you're right. After all, names are of no concern 'over there' (as I keep being reminded by those lovely Dream Operators).  :-D

Quote from: T-ManBTW, which Stephen King novel were you reading?

Ha! I don't know. What I remember of the book is that it was slim and had a colourful cover - perhaps blues/purples. (In waking life, I've read quite a few of his books, but not for many years.)

Quote from: Selski on August 21, 2017, 09:10:07
Then it dawns on me.

I already know the answer, but ask in all seriousness to my friends, 'Are we dead?'

Oh, beautifully delivered. That was a real "The Sixth Sense" moment! Ever thought of a career as an author?

Regarding Glass Woman, I'm with EscapeVelocity and T-Man on this, it seems like a reference to her fragility more than anything else.

I also liked "we're upto pretty much the same page" (ie "on the same page"). When I read that I did wonder what the significance was. As EscapeVelocity said, so much to un-wrap here.

Thanks catmeow.  :-)

Quote from: catmeowI also liked "we're upto pretty much the same page" (ie "on the same page"). When I read that I did wonder what the significance was. As EscapeVelocity said, so much to un-wrap here.

Last night I wondered whether the book represented the script of the act we carried out. A fatal car crash isn't quite in the realms of Stephen King's horror though!  :lol:

I still can't work out what the blisters were about - it's the one other significant part of the experience that has me stumped. The only thing it brings to mind is they were positioned where a cigarette would be held. Perhaps it has no real bearing given it came from Glass Woman who wasn't party to what was really going on.

I changed it from a dream journal to a journal because I wanted it to be about me. Somewhere I could splurge. You know. Music and stuff. And dreams.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHVJVQzHv5Q

According to my OH, it's never supposed to be about me. I tried. I tried for it to be about not me.

It wasn't about me. I get sick of hearing it's 'all me'. The whole night has been about him and his book.

Suddenly it's all me.

I wanted to tell him about my hospital experience.

i guess it's not about anyone.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65EfTFUFDwI

:-)

Haha. Non-verbal speech, here we come.

One of my favourites...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhSB8EEnCAM#t=5.867833 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bhSB8EEnCAM#t=5.867833)


:lol:

A bitty night - plenty of which has been forgotten. I do recall purchasing salad ingredients and the greengrocer was taking an age to weigh everything. The whole lot came to 79p. I tend to dream about numbers (especially amounts) regularly...and have an easy time remembering them. In waking life, I'm not a fan of maths (that's an understatement) so it's curious that numbers pop up so much.

My dreams of late have been either disturbing, graphic or abstract. Nothing really to note. This week has been more about the 'waking life' side of things and so dreams are not as clearly remembered. No doubt it will pick up again as I slide back into that lovely juicy all-day-long dreamworld.  :-D

I'm out & about at some kind of festival or country fair. Some way away is the entrance to a ride/stall/event – it's somewhat of a mystery as it's set in a cavern underground. It's proving popular and I wander over the join the fun.

The cave is very dark and the 'stallholders' are dressed in black to suit the mood. The idea of the game is to write the word 'are' and if you spell it correctly, you can choose a prize. The word 'are' isn't written anywhere – it's said. I somehow know that the word won't be A-R-E but A-R which is an allowable word in Scrabble.

I write AR and can choose my prize. These consist of small figurines on top of little wooden cabinets. There aren't many left – it seems lots of people have already won prizes and taken the best ones.

A couple of other winners are opening the cabinets to find bigger prizes – I hadn't thought of doing that. There is a large silver snake ornament in one of the drawers and my thought is that it would be a pain to dust. Instead I choose a small figurine that is on top of one of the wooden cabinets.

As I hand it over to one of the staff to be wrapped, it takes off and flies around the cavern. This seems to be what the figurines do and is quite magical! I put out my hand and it eventually gently lands on it. I think to myself that this one was meant for me.

I'm on my way out with a few others and one of them says quietly to anyone listening that these darkly-garbed people are tricksters who shouldn't be trusted. It is suggested that the prizes we have won have been charmed and are evil. The figurines' powers are strongest in the cavern – by the time we leave the cave, they won't be able to fly or move by themselves, but will hold other powers. Whilst I'm not frightened by this suggestion, nor scared of the people, I have the idea that as soon as I'm home, I'll bin the figurine. It was only ever a knick-knack won at a fair – it didn't hold any value to me.

The way out is complicated – coming up from underground, we find ourselves in a circular white building, which gently spirals upwards. There are a few slit windows and no-one can see any doors. I have the idea of shouting out of one of the windows, but we are a long way from the main fairground and there is music blaring out. No-one would hear me. Looking down below, I can see that we are about four floors up and need to backtrack to the ground floor. There is a moat around the building and a small boat is ferrying earlier winners across back to the main attractions.

As we retrace our steps, the people in front warn us that we have to wade through a patch of water which will totally engulf us. I can hear them say that they had to hold their breath for as long as they could to get through it. I'm about to enter the 'water-field' and remember that I am able to breathe underwater, so continue breathing as I walk into it. I also recall that when I get to the bottom, I can simply float over the moat and don't need to get the boat. In addition, I contemplate telling everyone else they can also do this – but suspect they won't believe me. As we leave the water-field, one woman is so drenched she wants a change of clothing and puts on a plastic carrier bag. This I notice, but pay no heed.


A possible simulation. Hopefully I did well as my dream-self recalled being able to breathe underwater and float across it. And this was recalled without realising I was dreaming.

The comment about the untrustworthy dark people was interesting. I wonder whether that was to test my reaction or something else. I showed no fear, but 'to be on the safe side' I was going to get rid of the item. Perhaps it was a test to see how much trust I put in others. I didn't really give the comment that much thought. I wasn't enchanted by the figurine so much that I wanted to keep it, and I didn't follow through the idea that the dark-folk were scary - if I had, the dream could have taken a very nasty turn. I like the idea of them acting the role of tricksters - especially as the test was a "spelling" test.  :-D

Having typed it up and re-reading it, it looks like I did do well. I didn't get involved in any distractions, didn't say a word (at least that I can remember) and remained calm, unafraid and fairly neutral.

That is a pretty involved narrative... tells a long and coherent story! What do you think the meaning of the figurine was, if anything? Did you perceive it as a being itself, or just as something acting under the power of something else?

A good experience and well-handled from an instinctive level. Nicely done Selski!

I think that any time the plot is that involved and somewhat seamlessly shifting through various settings and a variety of even seemingly minor challenges, that it is likely a simulation. Going with the flow appears to be the rule and you did that well, especially not even batting an eyelash at the underwater challenge, lol. Hat tip.

My own dreams/adventures have over the last year or more taken a similar form, a noticeable increase in the low awareness/instinctive type. I have noticed two forms so far: The long, continuous narrative through various but related settings; and the other type involving a series of fade-outs and fade-ins between related scenes, each with its' particular challenge.

A few other consistencies I will offer for the NP mind to look for-

Clear, bright sunshine and blue sky likely indicates peak lucidity for a given environment. Dark skies, not so much.

Any time and in any manner that you are ascending or descending (stairs, hills, elevators, caverns) is [often] an indication of change in lucidity/awareness (either by your own doing or the simulation allowing/forcing the condition upon you as part of the test).

Any time you are on a bus, train, subway and often even in a car, is an indication that you are 'moving' in consciousness to another area of the NPR, likely somewhere in the Dream or Simulation Zones. This often appears to be the case.

What 'they' tell you can be misleading, in order to test for a reaction, or it could be subtle advice. Indeed, they are tricksters!

Little figurines occur with a certain frequency that is interesting; they almost always seem to be sneaky little devices to distract us!

Dreams where you utilize the senses of taste or smell are specific little tests of our ability to engage other levels of Dream Awareness (eg. Level 5 in Leland's Otherwhere, IIRC). 2nd and 3rd person perspective, higher cognitive functioning, making a change in the environment are other examples. You likely did a number of these...

I wonder that the festival, country fair, fairgrounds, big tent, big building is our representation of the energy structure that Leland calls the Dream Zone or a sub-zone such as the Simulation Zone, another subtle indicator to let us know where we are. My sense of 'navigation' within the NP is starting to confirm this concept for me.
                                                     ______________________

Just last week, I had a low-awareness dream involving several of these- First, a bus dropped us off at an outdoor auction; then we were trying to find a path back to the parking lot, either dark tunnels or a staircase that disappeared into a crisp blue sky, or through the doors into the main building; then a lunch scene where I was deciding between menu item #5 or #6 (Dream Levels), (with the waitress interrupting saying, "Looks like you're having a 6."); then the #6 Dream itself which may have involved a retrieval and a little kid (trickster) muttering advice only Confucious would understand, lol.

It keeps the nights entertaining!

The setting is an office. There are around 10 people working in the office and it's open-plan. Everyone else seems to know each other and have worked together for quite some time – I must be new although I feel comfortable in the situation.

I'm listening to the office banter – no-one (including me) is doing any work. The conversation is all about themselves or their friends and is incredibly boring. Who said what; why they said it; who replied; where they went at the weekend; which restaurants they plan to visit; blah blah blah. It drones on and it feels like I've been listening to the same rubbish for the past hour or two.

A phone rings and it's for one of the guys. It's his wife (who is called Wallow) and we then proceed to hear a one-sided conversation about another equally boring subject. He's loud and, apart from me, everyone appears to be enjoying his amusing speech.

Eventually, I've had enough.

"Do we have to talk about this? Can't we talk about something else for a change?"

"Like what?" says the phone guy, putting the phone down.

"Something interesting," I reply, "Something exciting."

"Such as...?"

"Well. This is a dream, so how about levitation," I offer.

He looks at me slightly bemused. Then begins levitating.

"Levitation is for beginners," he remarks. "We've all moved beyond that – levitation is boring to us!"

He's smiling now and so are the others. They are going to turn my comment into a joke – but they do it in a nice way. Three of four are now floating around the office. I start to smile along with them.

"Can you do it, then?" one of them asks.

"Of course I can," I reply and hover in a sitting position just above the floor. "I can go higher too," I add and will myself higher.

"Well, bully for you," they say laughing.

"OK then," I state, more seriously now. "What is the lesson I need to learn from listening to you lot? Because it was as boring as hell."

I'm thinking quickly. "Is it patience again? Is it just to listen? That must be it – to have patience and not interrupt. To not make it all about me. I get it."

A few of us are still floating around and phone guy rings his wife and starts a boring conversation about how there'll be a new person (me) joining them this weekend. He is telling her about me and as he does so, I decide to float right through the window to outside. I can hear him as I go through the glass talking about who I am and exactly what I'm doing right now.


This smacks of a test. When I first awoke, I thought I'd passed it by managing to work out what I was supposed to do instead of butting in. But having thought about it as I was rousing, I think it was a fail. Learning to read others while they were busy came to mind (that old non-verbal test) and I failed spectacularly on that front. I was too preoccupied with their actual verbal communication to remember being subtle. And then showing off with my levitation abilities - which backfired big-time, LOL.

Time to grow up methinks and get out of the playpen.  :-D

Quote from: Stillwater on September 03, 2017, 18:05:23
That is a pretty involved narrative... tells a long and coherent story! What do you think the meaning of the figurine was, if anything? Did you perceive it as a being itself, or just as something acting under the power of something else?

I'm glad you asked.  :-D

The figurine is a curious part of the dream. At the time, I knew what it was - I can even describe some of it now, but it won't make much sense as it's only one small part and I'd probably begin making stuff up which I dislike doing when retelling my experiences.

What I can recall correctly is that it was a dull silver colour, made of metal such as pewter and solid. It wasn't animated when it was standing on the cabinet.

When it started flying around I didn't really think that much about why it was doing that...or how. The whole dream had parts where I seemed to be more accepting of what was going on than others (perhaps I was less lucid during those times).

Fully awake, I thought it could have been a dragon figurine - but I knew in my heart of hearts that I was guessing, mainly because it could fly and was in a magical/mystical environment. It would have been an embellishment - perhaps an easy one to make (and maybe some OBE/AP authors use this kind of poetic licence in their books), but I couldn't be sure so left that part of the recount vague.

EV - I will come back to your wonderful post soon. Must get on with that pesky 'waking life' stuff now!  :-D

There is a wide alley, wide enough for two small cars to squeeze past. It's cobbled. I'm nearing the end of the alley where it veers to the right at 90 degrees. I hear something behind me and turn to see a motorbike rider has come off his bike. He, and the bike, are careering down the alleyway directly for me. They are quite some distance and I take this in my stride.

On some level (my NP personality, no doubt) I'm aware that this is different to the usual scenario/environment of life and I consider my options. I can easily continue off to the right, away from the oncoming accident and 'pretend' it never happened or had anything to do with me. Without giving it too much thought, I decide to stay and help. I look back and the bike/man are nearing me, seemingly in slow motion. The bike is the first to hit the wall and smashes into two large pieces, bouncing off in different directions. The man comes next and I have time to lunge at him, hoping to slow him down or at least semi-cushion the impact.

After impact, he is lying on his back but is miraculously still alive. There is blood under his helmet and I'm asking gently if he's OK. There is a sense of urgency, but something else too. I'm ultra-calm and very much in charge. We need to ring for an ambulance and I ask if he has a phone. He points to where his phone is and I get it out of his jacket. I'm aware that this phone might not work like the phones I'm used to (NP personality again at play) and am relieved to see that it has at least got a red phone icon and a green phone icon, so I know how to work the basics. I'm talking to him as I press the green button and tell him I'm dialling 999. He responds that's not the correct emergency number and tells me it's 222-33222-222 or some such nonsense. There's no way I'll remember this, but luckily another person has arrived and I order her firmly, but calmly, to ring for an ambulance.

He asks how he is. I tell him he's got a head wound and he must try and keep still. We continue talking until the ambulance arrives, a matter of minutes. The ambulance has to back down the alley and takes its time.


There was more to this dream but it's forgotten. I vaguely recall him being in a car before he got into the ambulance and trying to stop him from moving around, especially moving his head where it was bloody.

I may not normally have posted this dream, except for one big difference. I stayed and helped. That is rare - and thinking back, it may well be the first time I've ever done so. I also didn't panic (something I would surely do in waking life) and I suspect my NP personality took over from the moment I made the decision to turn around and face the fear.

Given the next dream, I think this one was a test that I passed.  :-)

My NP self awakens and I look around. I'm with lots of people, none of whom I know. I'm very alert, bright but not fully lucid. For the time being, I'm content with being there and enjoying the moment. I slowly walk around from table to table. At one table, I feel a hand over my boob. I look down and slowly smile, knowing what this represents. I continue walking away from the hand, slowly but surely. There is a heightened sense of clarity, of patience, of emotionless but also of utter determination to get this right. This determination is subtle and doesn't feel forced or panicky. It's a nice feeling.

Two men have spotted me and are smiling, gesturing for me to come over. I smile back and ignore them. Another man looks familiar, reminds me of an uncle but he doesn't look my way so I continue patiently looking around.

After some time, I clap eyes on a young man who is directly looking at me full on in an obvious way. I know it's him.

'Are you the one? Someone's got to be the one!' I ask, grinning at him.

'Yep,' he says and he beckons me over. We leave the place together.

He takes us to a section which is filled with shallow water. We have to get a vehicle across this water. It's an invisible vehicle. He tells me there is a charge and I respond that I have no money. We start walking through the water but he explains we haven't got on the ferry and must go back. Lucidity brightens a little and I tell him I've not really any need to get on a ferry – I know that I'm able to simply float over the water if I want to. I deliberately avoid using the words dream or dreaming. I also know that I won't start floating – I want to go along with whatever this experience is going to give me.

Just as I'm wondering how the ferry works, we start to move forward without having to walk. It's just like floating and I grin at him as he tells me we are now on the ferry. We get to the other side and as we are getting off, there is a woman's face in the wall. We both look at her and he's worried she's not OK as she looks upset. Then she laughs and I point this out.

"Can both types of people see her then?" I ask.

"Yes, both can," he responds.

"Alive people, like me," I add, "and dead people like you?"

"I'm not dead," he replies.

"Oh, where are you from then?" I ask.

".....," he replies and I can't hear him very well. It sounds like 'Ken'. I ask him again to face me full on and speak clearly. This he does (bless him!).

"Enn," he says. "I'm from Enn."

I begin to lose the dream and manage to let him know and that I'll try to return.

Wake slowly, but hold the dream in mind and voila – it unfolds in front of me.

He's now at a corner. To his right there is a pathway with off-white patterned walls. He seems to be undecided about something.

I appear right next to him.

"I'm back," I say, and take his hand.

"Oh, there you are," he says.

"What are you puzzling about?" I ask.

"I'm unsure which way to go. To the right is a short-cut but straight on is the other route. I was going to take the short-cut, but it might be too distracting or boring for you. The other way might be better."

"I'll be OK, let's take the short-cut," I say. "Where are we going?" I add.

He turns to reply and I notice he has what looks like dark brown cooked spaghetti coming out of his nostrils, three in total. They move around of their own accord.

"We're on our way to the Future Zone," he says, smiling at me.

"Oh wow," I respond. "Are we still in the Dream Zone now, or have we already left it?" I query.

He too has noticed his nostrils and turns away from me.

"Are you OK?" I ask concerned.

And the scene fizzles out.


:-o

That was a corker.  8-)

Last night was a busy night - there were more dreams before these last two, but I've forgotten them. It's a shame I couldn't hold it any longer but I'd been aware a couple of times that I was fortunate to still be in the dream.

Again, like the previous dream, my emotional state was incredible. So calm, so comfortable, so unlike my lucid self. Possibly still a little too verbal and too keen to know where he was from but nonetheless a great experience.

If only I'd have hung on to see the Future place, whatever that entailed. The word Zone wasn't what he used either, but it's the closest I can think to fit. He definitely said Future something.

The place he was from was not quite Enn. It had another sound at the beginning, almost Yen, but not right. I couldn't interpret it correctly and had to satisfy myself with Enn.

The daft bit at the end with the spaghetti nostrils - this I think has to do with me deeming him to be non-human. I am currently reading War of the Worlds and have just met the first Martians - who have long dark tentacles.  :lol:

EV - if you are still reading, I haven't forgotten you! As you can imagine these last two experiences have taken up most of the morning writing up! I will respond soon.  :-)

No problem, you have plenty of experiences to keep you busy...great stuff!

Quote from: EscapeVelocityI think that any time the plot is that involved and somewhat seamlessly shifting through various settings and a variety of even seemingly minor challenges, that it is likely a simulation. Going with the flow appears to be the rule and you did that well, especially not even batting an eyelash at the underwater challenge, lol. Hat tip.

Thanks EV.  :-D

Quote from: EscapeVelocityMy own dreams/adventures have over the last year or more taken a similar form, a noticeable increase in the low awareness/instinctive type. I have noticed two forms so far: The long, continuous narrative through various but related settings; and the other type involving a series of fade-outs and fade-ins between related scenes, each with its' particular challenge.

Yes, I get both too. This experience, the Enchanted Cave, was somewhat of a mix of both. Mainly the first type, although it could have been more of the second type, and I simply related fade-ins/outs together as I remembered them. Dreams sure can be quite 'bitty' and it wouldn't surprise me if we (meaning us in general terms) fill in gaps to make the story flow.

Quote from: EscapeVelocityA few other consistencies I will offer for the NP mind to look for-

Clear, bright sunshine and blue sky likely indicates peak lucidity for a given environment. Dark skies, not so much.

One of my sticking points in NP is that I'm not very observant. I tend to focus on right what is in front of me, or other dream characters rather than the immediate or surrounding environment. I'm getting better at this - for instance noticing the patterned wall in a couple of recent escapades - but generally-speaking, I'm quite self-focused.

Quote from: EscapeVelocityAny time and in any manner that you are ascending or descending (stairs, hills, elevators, caverns) is [often] an indication of change in lucidity/awareness (either by your own doing or the simulation allowing/forcing the condition upon you as part of the test).

This is something that I'd like to take more notice of. I used to have many dreams where I'd get in a lift (elevator) and would want to go to the 10th floor. The lift would start rising, but would continue up and up and up until it made me feel dizzy and I'd wake up. Perhaps the Dream Operators were testing my ability for heightened awareness - and I didn't like it!  :-P

Quote from: EscapeVelocityAny time you are on a bus, train, subway and often even in a car, is an indication that you are 'moving' in consciousness to another area of the NPR, likely somewhere in the Dream or Simulation Zones. This often appears to be the case.

Yep. In my most recent experience, when we 'glided' across the watery section, my NP self vaguely understood what it meant. It was actually just a piece of the road that had an inch or so of water everywhere. But I went with the invisible ferry story that I was told, probably because on an instinctual level I knew it meant we were travelling from one area of the Dream Zone to another.

Quote from: EscapeVelocityWhat 'they' tell you can be misleading, in order to test for a reaction, or it could be subtle advice. Indeed, they are tricksters!

Little figurines occur with a certain frequency that is interesting; they almost always seem to be sneaky little devices to distract us!

Ha! This one certainly seemed to be. At first I was quite delighted when it started flying around, but I think I wasn't lucid enough to get too excited. Perhaps entering the cavern represented a lowering of my lucidity in order to see if I 'behaved' better.  :lol:

Quote from: EscapeVelocityDreams where you utilize the senses of taste or smell are specific little tests of our ability to engage other levels of Dream Awareness (eg. Level 5 in Leland's Otherwhere, IIRC). 2nd and 3rd person perspective, higher cognitive functioning, making a change in the environment are other examples. You likely did a number of these...

I wonder that the festival, country fair, fairgrounds, big tent, big building is our representation of the energy structure that Leland calls the Dream Zone or a sub-zone such as the Simulation Zone, another subtle indicator to let us know where we are. My sense of 'navigation' within the NP is starting to confirm this concept for me.

I reckon you're onto something there. The fairground dream has followed me around since I was little. And when I started working in an office environment...I got a shedload of office dreams.
 

Quote from: EscapeVelocityJust last week, I had a low-awareness dream involving several of these- First, a bus dropped us off at an outdoor auction; then we were trying to find a path back to the parking lot, either dark tunnels or a staircase that disappeared into a crisp blue sky, or through the doors into the main building; then a lunch scene where I was deciding between menu item #5 or #6 (Dream Levels), (with the waitress interrupting saying, "Looks like you're having a 6."); then the #6 Dream itself which may have involved a retrieval and a little kid (trickster) muttering advice only Confucious would understand, lol.

It keeps the nights entertaining!

It certainly does. Do you write these snippets into a full-blown recount...or store them away as they are? It sounds like an interesting experience that I would enjoy reading *nudge nudge wink wink*  :lol:

It's fascinating sharing ideas/thoughts about 'all this'. Now that I've read Otherwhere, I'm mindful that my experiences might start mimicking Kurt's (or at least, my interpretation of my experiences), but I'm also quite happy to see where it leads, if anywhere.

The latest experience, The Man from Enn, was very 'Kurtish', especially with me using the term Dream Zone. These kinds of experiences tend to end just as they are getting good...and I truly hope that I continue to learn in order to prolong the adventures. I would be curious and excited to see what I made of an experience 'outside' the Dream Zone.

Hi Selski, the Motorbike dream could have been another retrieval. The unfortunate biker endlessly re-enacting the circumstances of his passing, until you arrived and arranged an ambulance to take him onto the Light. Just thinking! Just think, he would never have called himself an ambulance.

That hadn't even crossed my mind.  :-o

The person who turned up and rang the ambulance could have been a Helper.

I really could do with a regular Dream Guide so I can find out about stuff like this. One day... :-P

Thanks for your thoughts catmeow.  :-)

The owner of a restaurant made us (me and a friend) her own special chocolate fudge brownie with melted butter on top. All her chefs could never get the butter topping quite right. She'd made it especially for us (not sure why, as she didn't know us, or us her). It was tasty, if rather sickly sweet.


This most likely has to do with eating too many sugary foods yesterday.  :-P

I was semi-lucid at some point and putting my hand through a window. I was in a building on an upper floor. I told someone that I still got really excited pushing my hands through things when I knew I was dreaming. Then I put my head through the window and looked around. I could see buildings pass me by - mainly pretty white houses. I contemplated flying down to them, but they were quite a way below and I thought it might make me lose the experience. I looked down and reckoned I was about 40 storeys up. I mentioned this to the other person.


There was more to this but it's lost. What strikes me now is that if the buildings down below were passing me by, then perhaps it was MY building that was flying. Wish I could remember more of this one, but I failed to write anything down when I awoke at around 5am - instead simply drifting back to sleep. Must try harder Sarah!  :lol:

That is an excellent insight catmeow! Yes, very possibly a "loop". And Selski provided what Frank would call an "interrupt" to break the cycle of thought that was trapping him.

Selski, I will write that LD out shortly...still some concepts sorting themselves in this one for me. I guess I should also start an "experience" journal here and collect my more notable ones...

EV - I'd be thrilled if you put all your adventures in one 'easy-to-find' place.  8-)

I had a busy night again last night. One experience of note is the following.

I'm with a group of people and we are carrying out an experiment. It is to see how deep we can go into our consciousness. I'm face down, vertical, inside my mind. It's jet black and I'm totally suspended - no movement at all.

I want to go down, as this represents deep to me, but how to get going? I think for a few seconds and then imagine a solid rail within reach of my hands if I put them out/down. I get hold of the rail and pull myself down.

Movement is like being in water - I glide along some way past the rail. I continue imagining new rails each one lower than before and continue going down.

After a long time of going down, down, down I decide to end the experiment. As I do so, I'm aware of two or three large metal chains on the floor to my lower left. They are the size of what I would expect to see at a shipping dock. One is quite rusty and they all look well-used.

Later I'm telling others in the group about my experience.

This was a weird one. It doesn't follow my normal pattern of dreaming. It could well be another test by the Dream Operators.

There were no visuals as I went deeper, apart from the chains at the end. I wonder what they represent. I shall have to muse over that one.

This week I created my 'EBT' (Energy Bar Tool) as per Wave II of the Gateway Experience. Mine ended up looking something like a grab rail (of which I have three in the bathroom). I suspect that exercise gave me the idea of what to use to move during the dream. Cool!

I'm in the office sending faxes. It's getting towards the end of the working day and I need to leave on time in order to meet my husband. We have recently moved house and whilst I know the name of the tube stop (Narcissus), I'm not confident I'd find the way to our home from the train station.

There are two other colleagues in the office. I notice a large spider, probably twice the size of a house spider, on the wall near the ceiling. I feel a bit afraid and - guess what? - the spider gets bigger and starts moving.  :-P

It's now on the ground and is the size of a coconut crab.  :-o I'm running for the door as my boss calmly goes over and picks it up by one of its claws/legs and walks towards me to put it outside. He smiles as he goes past me and I shrink up against the wall so I don't have to touch the spider.

I walk back into the room and over to the fax machine to tidy up my faxes and clear up for the day. The boss returns and another colleague and him have got flea powder which they are sprinkling all over the carpet. They think the office has a flea infestation. I explain to them that it's unlikely given I always get bitten around my ankles and my ankles are fine. Just then I notice a tiger sitting in the doorway, blocking the way in, and out. It's not menacing or even looking our way, but it's a tiger.  :-o

Just as I'm about to point this out to everyone, I see a huge black snake near me. It's heading for me and I know I have no time to get out of the way. I'm going to be bitten and at the last second, I remember I can't be harmed. I allow the snake to sink its teeth into the back of my right hand. I know it won't hurt. It does hurt. Not much, but it's puzzling to me. Still, I smile as I look at the snake waiting for it to get confused and move away from me. The snake doesn't move, my hand still hurts (a little) and I wait.


I'd woken in the early morning to use the loo and on my way back noticed the shadow of a spider on the blind. The spider has a web outside the bedroom window and I've seen him/her before. But this time, it was just before I returned to bed so must have been in my mind.

My slight fear morphed the spider into something more frightening - no surprises there. And then, with that fear came the fleas, tiger and snake. At least my NP personality became aware towards the end, when I remembered the snake couldn't do any damage. Obviously I wasn't aware enough to become a hologram like I usually do...but staying with the dream is better than forcing myself awake.

Since I last posted I've had a number of dreams that I didn't write up - partly down to them not being particularly detailed and partly down to me not being bothered. I occasionally get quite disturbing dreams (not so much when I'm there) but as I recall them upon wakening, I know I'd be uncomfortable sharing them publicly.

There have also been dreams of colour - in particular turquoise and blue. Turquoise is an unusual colour - it doesn't crop up that regularly in nature (in waking life) and is therefore unusual to dream about. I tend to take notice when it appears.

And I've had a couple of flying dreams. Last night's was particularly rich in detail and so I thought I'd take some time this morning to write it down.

I'm in a small plane with a friend. However, I can't actually see any of the plane, it's as if it's an invisible plane. The pilot is someone I know too. We look out of the window (even though there is no window) and see something similar to this:

(http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00433/travel-graphics-200_433746a.jpg)

The height and scope of our visual makes my friend feel a bit dizzy and she wants to close her eyes. I advise her to 'hold on and keep looking' as it's such an amazing sensation.

We are making our way down as there is a landing spot where we can take a break, walk about and admire the scenery. Just then, there is a loud sound above us and the pilot lowers the plane somewhat to get out of the way of the noise. It gets louder and as we look up, a white glider goes past very close to us.

The pilot lands the plane at the spot and I congratulate him on such a good landing. The landing place is actually someone's house. They are used to planes stopping in their house and having to go through the house to continue down to Hong Kong.

We enter the house and a young child tells us we can't go through immediately as there is a meeting going on that we mustn't disturb. However, the plane is on a schedule and we must get through.

The dream then seamlessly changes - not in content but in direction. The Chinese family are the focus. They have three children - an elder boy and two younger girls. It's time for them to go to bed but they are playing up, hiding, cuddling me (as their guest) and so on. The dream ends with me putting three white counters (rather like small buttons) down the side of a perspex sheet - and this represents putting the three children into their bedrooms.


My flying dreams have evolved over the years. I was never good at feeling secure when very high up, but now I'm telling others to keep looking as it's such an amazing thing! I've obviously been taught to handle flight by the Dream Operators - in fact I went through a spell of walking off very tall buildings just because I could. I think those exercises helped.

Even so, it's still a thrilling rush to find myself so high in the sky without a plane to hold me in. The place in the image is Hong Kong and is looking down from The Peak. I knew this in the dream. I lived in HK for a couple of years back in the 90s and it appears in my dreams every so often.

The Chinese family I would recognise if I saw them this morning - they were as real as real can be.

My NP senses were good - as soon as I saw the view, I knew I was in that 'other place'. I should have picked up that the glider would be silent. Congratulating the pilot is most probably because when I lived in HK, it was the old airport - Kai Tak. Landing at Kai Tak is one of the hardest airports to land a plane as it's such a short runway. Get it wrong and the plane ends up in the ocean.

What was strange was that when I initially awoke from this dream, my waking life felt like a dream compared to life with the Chinese family. In a matter of seconds, it was the other way round. But for those few seconds, it was as if a 'reality' knob was sliding from one to the other and I was ultra-aware of it. Quite odd.

Love the stories Selski!

#98 I can comment on...

Many of my very low-level awareness dreams deal with a degree of frustration in trying to locate things in various environments, mostly houses or buildings which seem familiar, but either the environment or the 'thing' to be located is continually morphing or changing beyond my ability to keep up with it, hence a certain frustration.

With regard to #98, I had this dream back in June-

Early morning, 3 dreams in succession, I forgot the first one and the third was also somehow lost...the second went like this-

I was in a hotel, primarily the lobby area, very fancy and plush, looking for something...very low level awareness...I marched from one end of the lobby to the other, not finding what I expected and growing more frustrated...

At some point, I passed a woman sitting on a couch with a leopard resting next to her. As I turned back to re-trace my steps, the leopard bit me on my left arm and we stood there, immobile, staring at one another. I had a moment of fear but then realized I was NP; there was a bit of pain which startled me; but I was stuck...dealing with these incongruities..

I stared at the leopard , the moment not shaking me, and sent forth a feeling of warmth and love...it's bite relaxed for a moment.

This resulted in the leopard somehow increasing in size ten-fold...now my entire torso and head was within its mouth, its fangs gently but firmly biting into my back below my shoulder blades and the front teeth dug in beneath my rib-cage... this did cause me a bit of concern, a bit of physical concern but also something more energetic...

I did the only thing that the NP has taught me as a last resort, and that was to communicate as much 'love' as I was capable of at the moment...and the 12 foot tall leopard released its' bite on me...and I awoke...

EV

Thanks EV.  :-)

The 'pain' test is one I'm familiar with - although I suspect I'm going to have to relearn how to deal with it, given that my lucidity seems to be no longer as important. When I'm lucid I know exactly what to do - become a hologram. However, whilst that works a treat if I retain lucidity AND am able to see the thing that is causing me pain, if my lucidity lessens, then one of two things happen. Either my NP personality kicks in and I choose to leave that place (i.e. awaken) or I drift right back to believing it's all physical.  :-o

Typing this up, I'm realising that for a month or two now I haven't made myself wake up. Perhaps the NP side of me is progressing nicely. I hope so.

I'm quite reluctant (and have always been) of exuding love in the NP. I don't really know why - thinking about it now, perhaps it's because I deem it a bit amateurish. Looking back at my experiences involving pain, I tend to focus on transmuting the pain into something else. Whenever I'm being harmed, I also change MYSELF rather than try to change the other person/character. Perhaps that's just part of my psyche - self-focused, inward rather than outward. Hmmmm. Food for thought.

Saying all that, I do like to experiment in the NP, so I'll no doubt give your idea a shot. One thing that springs to mind when I imagine myself gushing love is that I'll be pretending and it will be corny rather than sincere. Ha - should be fun whatever happens. That last sentence wasn't very sincere, was it? I'm amazed the Dream Operators want to use me - I'm not exactly ideal material for them.  :wink:  :-D

I'm in an art class of some kind. One young girl, probably early teens, shows the class her painting. It's watercolour, abstract, subtle colours and really good. Unfortunately, the paper she is using isn't for watercolour paints - it's more for drawing, so it's way too thin.

I know I've got three watercolour pads and offer to give her (and everyone else who hasn't got the right paper) a sheet of mine. But when I go to get the pads out, the two which are A4 size haven't got any blank sheets left - I've used them for washes or to practise on. I do have a bigger pad, which is larger than A1, so probably A0 if there's such a size. I know I haven't done much painting in this pad, so should have plenty spare.

When I open it, it's full of images. These images are 3-D and form the basis of a game. The pictures are incredibly detailed, beautifully-carved and exquisite to look at. On top of a castle, the stonework is in relief - I am able to pick one stone up off the page (it's about the same size as a marble, but square and made of metal) and it's attached to the main picture by a magnet. It's amazingly done - each page of the book is filled with these images predominantly castles, soldiers, battles etc., - every one in metallic brown hues.

I realise it's a present to me from someone. But I can't think who could have sent me this; why; and when. I scan the images looking for a clue. On the second page, I spot some smallprint and notice an online username I recognise. I'm about to point it out to everyone, but can no longer find it. I'm quite excited to play the game and see what it's all about.


The theme of the images is a bleedthrough from waking life. I'm currently re-watching Game of Thrones from the beginning as I've pre-ordered Season 7 and it's due to arrive in December. In addition, I play GoT Risk on a regular basis. Both myself and OH are big fans and whenever a new season comes out, we watch all the previous ones beforehand. (If anyone is reading this having already watched Season 7, please please please don't give anything away - we've managed to avoid all the hype and know nothing about it. ~ Thanks.  :-))

Painting classes are fairly regular occurrences given I sometimes dabble with watercolours. In them, there's usually a piece of art or two that grabs my attention. However, I haven't painted for a good couple of years - I'm more into colouring at present.

Having typed up the dream, it seems quite ordinary composed mainly of waking life stuff. It was an enjoyable dream, nonetheless.

I'm at an outdoor meal - lots of people. Behind us is a river. I go to this river and stand in it - it comes up to my knees. The water is very clear and I am able to see to the bottom. I'm looking for life and see a tiddler right at the bottom. I watch him for a while, then a lizard-type fish appears nearer to the surface.

Later, I'm standing at the side of the river and two tortoises are trying to climb out right near me. They are close together, young and probably related. I move a little to my right as I don't want them to suffer by trying to get to me. They follow me and once again try to clamber out.


In town with familiar people in a car. I'm not driving. We come to a junction and straight ahead opposite the junction is a large store. I recall having bought furniture from this place before and know that if we take a left and follow the road, we'll eventually come to my house, where the furniture was delivered.

We go left and I'm expecting to recognise the area any minute. We round a corner (to the right) and instead of my house, there is a bridge with a river running underneath. However, the river has broken its banks and it's running very fast and has flooded a few buildings on the other side. We are not sure whether we can drive across the bridge safely, but decide to give it a go as it doesn't look too treacherous.

We make it to the other side but now we don't quite know what to do as we are lost. I can't think where the house is and reckon we must have gone wrong somewhere. There are a number of people milling around outside one of the flooded buildings. They are office workers and have been drenched so are wearing company dressing gowns in white towelling with a blue 'Halifax' embroidered on them. They don't look too shocked or worried - it's as if they're used to being flooded every so often and know the drill.


This past month or so, my focus on dreaming has waned somewhat. I haven't even listened to Uncle Bob in that time. Just other things in life have popped up that I prefer to do at present. Hence I'm not completing my journal daily and hence less recall. It is what it is - and I'm sure I'll regain enthusiasm eventually.

The above two dreams I note for various reasons. One is the detail in both. The clear water; the specific animals; the embroidery; the specific word. Another reason is the NP recognition of the furniture store. This dream memory was strong and knowing the house was in a certain direction was also strong - however I couldn't remember in the dream having ever lived there. Perhaps it was a dream memory from a dream my dream self dreamt...  :-P

I tend to accept the general interpretation of water as representing emotions in my dreams. I was pleased to note that, in both cases, the water (at least when I was around) wasn't too rough or choppy - or dangerous. In fact, in the first dream it was clear and calm.

I had other dreams last night - I remember at least two others, but not the content. That's lack of enthusiasm for you!

My parents have moved to a new house. I'm going to visit them for the weekend. The area is somewhere unfamiliar to me. The house is large and my bedroom more than adequate.

As I'm unpacking, I have the idea to move in with them. They are both getting on in years and I know it won't be long before one of them dies. I think it would be a good thing to be there when the first one dies - in order to help the other. And I'd be able to help around the house so my Mum wouldn't have to do everything.

I suggest this to them and explain that they've probably got 5-10 years left. They seem agreeable to my suggestion. My Dad then tells me that he'll be around until 2019 and then he'll be gone.


My parents are getting old and Mum has to go for a colonoscopy next week. It might be nothing; it might be something. Obviously, it's on my mind.

What is strange is that whilst in the dream, I didn't give one thought to my OH. He just wasn't part of the dream - not even a memory. In the dream, I knew that I didn't currently live with my parents and instead owned a house myself, but my dream self didn't remember that I was living with my partner. This is a recurring theme and it's a puzzling one. Considering he's a massive part of my waking life, it's odd that he doesn't take much part in my dreaming life.

The year from Dad could well be correct. He's got nothing life-threatening...but I know he's ready to go. I love it when dream dates/numbers/etc., make sense. Often they're illogical, but when they do 'fit' waking life, I listen.

The unfamiliarity of where they live is related to how our relationships have changed over the years - mine & Mum's; mine & Dad's; and Mum's and Dad's. It's another theme that crops up from time to time.

This past few nights have seen dreams of great detail, almost unnecessarily so. In addition, one dream had my dream self semi-asleep with the typical pre-OBE radio noises which I was able to focus on, despite my dream self being disturbed in the bedroom.

I add the above notes in the journal as I suspect they are messages from the Dream Operators that they are still around and simply waiting for me to regain focus on dreaming once more. I know that for some people, once they pay no heed to dreams, they pretty much stop dreaming (or should I say, stop remembering). Not so with me. I may get fewer dreams, but they are still rich, full and deeply involved.

In an effort to return to dream journalling, I'm posting this today. Still getting lots & lots of varied and interesting experiences on a nightly basis and it would be a shame not to record them somewhere. So here it will be.  :-)

Yesterday I was doodling with some new pens and drew a picture of 3 owls.

I'm in a large building and there are half-a-dozen tawny owls on the rafters. It's nice to watch them. I show someone my latest drawing of owls and they come to life on the page. They are no longer owls, but cats, sort of dancing on the tree branch.


I've gone to see my boss for a general progress report. At some point during the evening, he tells me I must go and see the rainbow on the mountain. He's got something to finish off first, but will join me shortly. I ask some others if they are going and if I can go with them. They seem reluctant but agree. I follow them to the mountain which is a big building with two rooms. Inside one of the rooms is a multi-coloured fish swimming through the air. This is the 'rainbow'.

I watch it for a while, fascinated. And wonder how it breathes in the air. I go into the other room where some other people are and we begin talking.

Later I'm back with my boss and have stayed the night. I'm trying to wake up but am feeling very sleepy. My boss is a bit peeved with me stopping the night as he's got things to do and I'm 'in the way'. A little boy is dropped off at the house as the boss' wife looks after him during the day. He's about 3-years old. He's brought a little toy, a soft rubber thing which he is showing me. I tell him it's soft to touch and put it to his face. I ask him what it is - he tells me it's a troll.


A group of us are looking for somewhere to live/work. We are exploring an old office block/house. There are many storeys. We eventually get to the top storey which entails quite a few steep rickety steps. In the attic, it is as if no-one has been up there for decades. A large spindly spider is in the centre of the room on the ceiling and shoots black wispy ribboned shadows at anyone who gets close. I refuse to enter the room because of the spider and state that I wouldn't want to work up here anyway due to the amount of stairs.


Three creatures. Some bleedthroughs. A definite lucid trigger (the steps) which I missed. Good recall of three separate dreams considering I haven't bothered writing anything up for at least a month.

Not sure they're worth thinking about but I'll come back with any thoughts if I get any lightbulb moments.

Three dogs running around, one of them was Archie. Mum was also there.


My best friend from childhood, a musical artist, had rented her home out to another artist, a male. When she returned, he'd left some of his music and she listened to it. She made some comments and was going to send them to him as he'd got some things wrong. Technicalities or copyright issues.

She wasn't happy with the way he'd left her house - it was dark with the curtains drawn. She got to tidying up and I watched her and her friend put the throw back on the large settee. The throw was pale stripey pastel colours.

She opened the curtains and we decided it was a warm enough day (despite it being winter with a threat of snow) to open the front door. Then we all went for a walk outside in our t-shirts. I commented to everyone that it was December and here we all were in our summer clothes.

In this dream, I was a participant (so not an observer) but acted more like an extra in my friend's dream.


Yesterday we had weather warnings of snow and as I'm typing this now, it's coming down. It's that pretty snow at the moment and it's only around 1cm deep. I believe other parts of the country have it much deeper.

I was also too hot in bed last night and threw the covers off (maybe TMI but I'm going through the initial stages of menopause).

As I struggled to get to sleep, I began thinking of the years when the River Thames used to freeze over and wondered why it never did anymore.

I think the above three factors played a large part in my second dream.

My childhood friend and I are no longer in touch and I sometimes spend difficult times thinking about how 'small' my life is getting and will continue to get. That's perhaps why my role in the dream was minimal. I sometimes burst into tears at the thought of losing my parents (they are both still alive, thank goodness, but are in their 70s and of course won't last forever). I know these tearful episodes are part of the menopause, but that doesn't stop them being upsetting and real.

I also recall a later dream with my childhood friend's brother, but can't remember much detail. When I was young, my family lived with their family on two separate occasions and the pseudo brothers & sisters I gained (I'm an only child) pop up in my dreams from time to time.

I feel like an old banger with my dream journalling at the moment. Not a rotten sausage, but a clapped-out car. I keep sputtering and starting, then stalling. Then putting myself in the garage awaiting a beautiful, sunny day when I can cruise along enjoying the scenery.

I digress.  :-D

Dreams of late have been mundane, daily ruminations of life, love and everything in-between. Last night I had a very long spell of NP awareness (not waking consciousness, but my usual level of alertness these days). The experience lasted quite some time...but because it was during an earlier sleep cycle, it's all-but forgotten. I do recall knowing that if I could retain the awareness for another 'round' I'd become a "permanent fixture in that reality". That wasn't meaning I'd be dead, but that I'd pass some sort of dream level. I think (although I can't fully recall) that I lost awareness not long after having this realisation.

The night before threw me an unusual experience. Whilst I can't recall any detail per se, the following day (yesterday) miniscule fragments drifted into my waking awareness throughout the day - enough to know there was something 'extra' going on, but not enough to latch onto what that 'extra' entailed. Every time the dream snippet entered my field of consciousness, I'd feel a small rush of excitement. And just like when we snatch a look at something behind our closed eyelids, as soon as I tried to focus, it was gone. 'Just like that' (said in a Tommy Cooper voice).

It's quite obvious that I need to journal more regularly.

And so it begins again...  8-)

To anyone who's reading this, wishing you a wonderful & peaceful Christmas.  :-)

Hi Selski merry christmas to you too!! and to every reader here happy holidays and I hope you all get lots of fun and good times with the loved ones. Later :-)

MERRY CHRISTMAS  to you too Selski. I hope the holidays bring you something unexpected and joyful. I can relate to the menopause.

Thank you Rakkso and Nameless.  :-D

(Nameless - the menopause is rubbish, isn't it? I wouldn't mind if it lasted two weeks and then was all done with, but oh no, it goes on for years. Reading about, I think I've got it mild, but it's still a pain in the posterior. Anyway, enough about that...)

What a busy night! I spent most of yesterday being a lounge lizard and lazing around watching telly. And eating chocolate.  :-D

Unsurprisingly, a lot of the detail from last night's escapades was bleedthrough. However, what is worth noting is that as I was going to sleep, my NP awareness was very much alive and kicking. I had fun zooming my consciousness up, down and any which way. Down seems to be my preference and comes the easiest to me. It involves focusing on the near-blackness behind my eyes and mentally making it blacker and lowering the black to go deep. This triggers my consciousness to move downwards and down it goes, through the bed, through the floor and so on. Last night I had plenty of very brief zooming session with two not necessarily controllable - during one I went up and another I went forwards, past the end of the bed (and past the TV to my right [which incidentally isn't there in waking life]) and through to the bathroom [which also incidentally isn't next to the bedroom].

In addition, at one point I noticed that my right eye was open and could see the bedsheets but I was still in the NP zone. This also was false - I wear an eyemask and if my waking eye was open, it would see blackness.

It's as if my NP awareness is housed in another reality. And whilst I retain a lot of waking life memories during these episodes, I don't fully recall what I should be seeing, or where I should be going.

These episodes were during my first sleep cycle and so I'm assuming that I wasn't altogether 'with it' as my fully lucid experiences tend to occur during my last sleep cycle, just before awakening for good.

Later on I told a dream character (my ex-hubby in waking life) that I was dreaming and managed to hold the dream. We went outside where I wondered out loud whether what I was seeing was the same as him. I was looking at a pretty garden full of colourful flowers with bumblebees the size of blackbirds. I then mused whether he could hear what I could hear - choral music - as I looked over the field at the church with the high steeple. I watched him try to listen for this music, but suspected he couldn't hear it. I mused that I was in my dream and he in his, and our dreams had overlapped somewhat. That was a cool experience as I was able to talk about dreaming during the dream without it booting me out of it.

Lots of colour, lots of detail and a positive start to dream journalling once again.

I'm a happy Selski today.  :lol: 8-)

Cool, I would have thought for sure you'd get kicked out talking about the big (no no). LOL

Tuning the instrument, eh Selski?

Chocolate seems to have a special and unique relationship to the NP, lol. I wonder sometimes.

First some consciousness 'bounce-around', maybe a slightly etheric exercise, you dodged any confusions and stretched your muscles. Aren't those first REM periods SO MUCH chaotic fun!?

The colors, the sounds, the vividness and distinct quality to it all. The cognitive functioning, the internal dialog/knowing...all this despite being in a subdued awareness situation. More distractions that you noted, then ignored and blew past. Nicely done.

It's like you are checking the underlying programming, prepping your equipment; a kind of rehearsal, if you will. I've been through this 'systems check' a few times now; it's really cool to recognize it, like an adventure park ride about to launch...5, 4, 3, 2...

I like the way you look at it EV. I hadn't thought of it in so many ways. To me, it seemed to be rather random but yes, you're right. I'd like a bit more awareness, but I also know that the Dream Operators know where that usually leads... :roll:  :-P

Actually, talking about sex (which we weren't), a couple of nights ago I was semi-aware in an earlier phase and thoughts naturally turned to sex (ahem). I was trying to manifest a man to play with and at first it wouldn't work. I persisted with my thoughts and I guess the Dream Operators 'gave up' on me and sent me a male dream character. The equivalent of a blow-up doll  :-D. He was very muscular with a wide neck & chest and slim waist, showing off his 6-pack. I noticed he was also covered in a shiny sheen, not sweat but not grease.

I won't go into the actual experience, but note it here once again for the level of detail and my memory (some three days later) of the episode. It wasn't particularly memorable...but it's still easily brought back.


Last night was another busy one...but most of it forgotten. I suspect I'm coming down with a cold and guess my body/mind need lots of undisturbed rest.

What I do remember is the last dream.

It was all quite mundane where I was on holiday with three other friends. We'd all journeyed in one car and during the holiday two of the friends had fallen out with me & one other. Some such nonsense about a light bulb, if I recall.  :-D

Anyway, they decided to 'get us back' by leaving a day early and taking the only car, rendering us stranded. We were mulling over what to do, when they returned. It had been a prank to simply scare us. We didn't find it terribly funny and sulked.

We were all sitting in a row on a bench in a park when I noticed a very large snake on a low branch of the nearest tree. I said aloud that England didn't get those kinds of snakes. I wondered if it was a python, but my friend told me it was another kind of snake (I forget what she said). It was all-but normal apart from it was a little too wide and its head a little too large.

It slithered over to us and we stayed exactly where we were. Not so much through fear, but perhaps through curiosity too. Thinking about my emotions, I wasn't fearful. Perhaps on some level, I knew this wasn't 'real', what with my comment about these snakes not being in this country and my observation that its size wasn't quite right.

It scanned my friend, looking for any illnesses/diseases etc. Then it moved onto my next friend and did the same. This friend wanted to do the same thing back to the snake. She reached her hand out but we told her to be careful as the snake might not want to be touched. The snake recoiled at her hand but didn't strike.

That's all I remember. The reason I've jotted it down is simply because when I was thinking about my recent dreams this morning before getting up, I noted that the bumblebees were larger than usual, and this snake was larger than it should be. Not sure whether that has any bearing on anything, but it's worth noting.

Norway. On holiday. There is a hotel we are looking at from the roadside. It's called Lex Rex Hotel (or Rex Lex Hotel - I can't remember which). It looks very grand from the outside - almost like a castle.

Inside we go to the bar and it's a poky little place. There are a few tables/chairs but they are bunched up together and there's barely any standing room. The actual bar is tiny with one member of staff. She's preparing for a New Year's Eve party and is a good hostess.

We go through to a larger room where the disco will be held. The DJs are playing music and asking the audience (a small number of workmen, holidaymakers and hotel staff) what the track is. A track comes on and, although most people seem to recognise the song, no-one knows its title. I'm amazed as it's such a common track - I wonder if perhaps in Norway it's not as well-known. I wait for someone else to get it, but eventually am prompted to give the answer - Riders on the Storm.

Another track comes on and at first I think it's Eels, but as the music progresses I realise it's not them. I know the song, but can't think of the band.

Lex Rex - Law of the King or King's Law. Cool. I've never been to Norway and can't think why that's popped up. In fact, this whole dream seems void of bleedthrough, which is unusual for me.


A gymnasium. There are about thirty of us being taught how to deal with ammunition. The instructor shows us a very dangerous bomb. It's similar in size/shape to a baby's bottle - and made of clear plastic. There is a clear liquid inside. On one side of the bottle is a small spout with a tiny hole.

The instructor wants us to work out how to defuse the bomb. He gives us no clues and passes it to me. I tell everyone to move to one side of the gym and I go to the other with the bomb. I ask him if that will save anyone. He tells me it's doubtful. I have deliberately stayed with the bomb as, if a bomb is going to go off close to me, I would always want to make sure it killed me dead. I wouldn't want to survive a major bomb - I'd rather die.

I look at the thing and there are no catches, no rough edges, no hidden slots. Just this little spout, suggestive of drinking it. I can't imagine putting that liquid inside me and shake my head at the group, denoting that I've given up trying to find the way to defuse it.

A Japanese man comes over and takes the bomb from me. He's worked it out. He puts the whole thing in his mouth where it disintegrates and he swallows whatever is left. He doesn't blow up and we are safe.

The instructor explains that the liquid, whilst highly dangerous, becomes neutralised when mixed with saliva and our internal acids.

Another odd one. Saying that, I am currently playing Resident Evil which involves weapons and mixing stuff together so maybe that's come through.

Amongst other things, I dreamt about one of Mum's previous dogs, a Pomeranian called Oliver. In the dream, he was lively, happy and pleased to see me. In waking life, especially as he got older, he was a miserable, grumpy dog who liked no-one except Mum!


I also dreamt I was with a friend and she was looking at a holiday home somewhere very sunny. I went with her but had to stay at the gates to wait. I had two books in my hand, one that I'd just got out from the library and was quite rare. The gateway where I waited was sandy at first, but then filled with water. Beyond it looked gorgeous - the light was almost blinding, especially reflecting off the white patio. I wanted to go and explore but knew I'd be trespassing. I decided to stand up and accidentally put both hands in the water to push myself up - meaning both books got soaked. This worried me a little, but I knew if I put them on the railings they'd soon dry in the sun.


Another dream where my new car needed a tweak or two as it was taking too long to actually stop. It would brake, but even though my foot was down on the floor, it would still roll slowly until it naturally stopped. My Dad went with me to the garage (along with Mum & Oliver) and he did all the dealings with the mechanic, explaining what was wrong and how to fix it.

The car dream is a two-fold one. Firstly, it's one of my known lucid triggers that a car I'm driving doesn't stop in good time. This was missed last night. Secondly, I get a new car every 3 years and I suspect I have this dream not long after getting each one. There's always something slightly wrong with the dream car and I have to take it to the garage. Sometimes I'm on my own, sometimes my Dad is with me.


I'm with a female colleague and there are only 3 of us in the office, the third being a young chap. The office is in town and we are surrounded by large shops. I tell her I'd love to go shopping (but know that I can't) and she replies that as long as I was back before 2.30pm, I can go. I look at the time. It's coming up to 1.30pm. I go on to explain that it's only because the shops are in my face. Where I live at home, I don't get to see any shops and so it's a novelty. The scene switches seamlessly and we are both out shopping together. Someone holds a very expensive-looking green dress up to me. It's lovely and matches my long hair. I'd like to know how much it is but also know I couldn't afford it and so leave the shop without asking.

Dresses again. Maybe I'm feeling old again. Although when I looked at myself in the mirror with the dress on, it wasn't actually me, although this didn't register at the time. I don't have long hair.

It was yet another busy night and there were more dreams that I haven't bothered to jot down, or have forgotten. Perhaps it was just a mixed bag of a night.

Nearly a month goes by and my dream journalling resolve was rather yellow-bellied wasn't it?!  :roll:

I'm a tourist. I'm with a group but not with them per se. It's as if I've gone on a day trip with a group of strangers. We are traversing the locality, enjoying the landscape features and scenic views.

As we reach a high peak, we look down where the landscape dramatically changes. The land ahead and below is darker with low-hung mist in places. It looks 'damp'. The rocks I'm looking at suddenly move slightly, then stop. I continue looking, concentrating and focusing and as I do so, the rocks take shape, becoming humanoid and aggressive to each other. Windows appear in the ground briefly then shift back to rock. A group member standing near me also sees this and points it out.

While this is going on, there is commentary about this dark place coming from somewhere. It could be a group leader, it could be a megaphone, it could be in my head as background. The details are that the land is dangerous and shouldn't be entered. It's a generic warning with no specifics.

The group are obviously more curious than scared as quite a few of us make our way down to the forbidden land. There is a definite stop-start of one land and the other, although there is no gap or visible dividing line. But neither do the lands merge or blur into each other. One simply ends as the other begins.

I show a modicum of caution as my first move is to put my hand into the new world, followed by just my head. I see that others in the group are already fully in looking around. This gives me confidence and I make to go in, but there is a force that makes it difficult. I don't feel 'pushed back' as such, it reminds me of a strong repelling magnetic field.

I pull my head out and turn around so that my back is against the dark world. I walk backwards into it and, whilst the field feels quite 'thick' near the edge, once I'm in it returns to normal and I can move about freely.

After a while wandering around, I come upon people. They are generally bigger than the average human, but not by that much. Say a height of around 9ft. They are not just taller though, they are bigger everywhere, so their heads are bigger, their hands are bigger and so on. They wear clothes and look human. They live here and are aggressive towards me.

One comes towards me and I warn her not to come any further as I've got a mirror with me. This stops her in her tracks and she moves away from me. I back away into a little room and another one makes his way to slam the door to trap me. I shout that I wouldn't bother as I can do 'this' as I push my hand right through the wall by the side of the door.

I walk through the wall and another one is walking towards me. I also walk towards him showing no fear and plenty of courage. I know he wants to hurt me, to crush me and I tell him that he can try if he wants, but I'll simply go right through him. He falters for a second of two, but perhaps curiosity gets the better of him and he comes forward once again.

I brace myself and start to go through him. The magnetic field is back and it's hard work trying to get into the middle of him. My face is level with his (he must be one of the shorter ones) and I can't seem to push on through. All sorts of thoughts go through my mind in the space of a nanosecond. Is this dangerous? Should I pull out backwards? I've never been in someone else for so long - will there be any side-effects? Is he doing something to me? Something to my mind? What should I do?

And I awake.

Now that I've written it out, I realise that none of the 'other' humans spoke. They understood me, but they never said anything, not even telepathically.

My NP awareness was strong throughout. I've experienced the abrupt change of one place to another before, although this wasn't a rocky dark place, it was a waterworld. The water began seemingly in a vertical line and I simply walked into it. Amaze-balls.

The experience smacks of a simulation. I've no idea what I was supposed to do or whether I got anything right. I doubt I passed as I awoke somewhat abruptly in the middle of a 'puzzle'.

It was a great adventure, I enjoyed it even when I wasn't sure what to do. If it was a simulation, the Dream Operators really know how to make stunning scenery!  8-) :lol:

A couple of nights ago I woke up in the early hours and decided that when I next fell asleep I wanted a good dream. Then I decided I wanted to meet my dream guide, Kay. And that it would be a good and interesting dream. Then I fell asleep.

And so I did meet her.  :-)

It was fairly brief, but we had a discussion about dreaming. In fact I brought it up first without mentioning the D word, whereupon she said the word. I pointed this out to her and she seemed blase about it. Perhaps I'm reaching a new NP awareness level where I'm not going to get thrown out every time I use the word, or any related words.

She didn't look like my old friend anymore either. I could see a resemblance, but she was more of 'herself' than the original K. Again, perhaps my physical senses are being removed as unnecessary and I'm beginning to peel back some layers.

The main thing about the experience was the fact that I 'requested' it (by wanting it) without going through any rigmarole affirmations or relaxation technique or any of that faffy stuff...and got it immediately.

I know what I need to work on...again. That's recall. If I'd have written it down as soon as I awoke, there would have been more to share. But most of it's gone.

I've been giving quite a bit of thought to the NP personality of late. Specifically of its awareness.

In my latest simulation with the dream characters who were coming to get me, my first response about having a mirror was totally NP. I had no idea I was going to say that, or even that I had a mirror. My second response where I put my hand through the wall - I'd say that was my lucid self emerging and merging with my NP self. And the third response where I tried to put myself into and through a character was very characteristic of my lucid self.

So perhaps the balance was tipping from my NP self to my lucid self. The more lucid I got, the less likely I was of staying in the dream. Hmmm.

I wonder: Is the NP personality self-aware? Is that even possible? I think so, but it requires a lucidity that isn't how we would normally understand lucidity.

It kind of hurts my brain to think about it. Perhaps I'll start a separate thread about it as I'd love some input and feedback from other experiencers.

Oooooh, I can add my paintings. Woop woop.

Meet the Tree Spirits.  :-D

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Quote from: Selski on February 03, 2018, 19:30:20
I wonder: Is the NP personality self-aware? Is that even possible? I think so, but it requires a lucidity that isn't how we would normally understand lucidity.

It kind of hurts my brain to think about it. Perhaps I'll start a separate thread about it as I'd love some input and feedback from other experiencers.

Very good questions I too am trying to understand.

Love your painting, it's awesome and quite the surprise. <3

Thank you Nameless.  :-)

I think I will start a thread elsewhere...when I manage to collect my thoughts on the subject.  8-)

Quote from: Selski on February 03, 2018, 19:30:20
I've been giving quite a bit of thought to the NP personality of late. Specifically of its awareness.

In my latest simulation with the dream characters who were coming to get me, my first response about having a mirror was totally NP. I had no idea I was going to say that, or even that I had a mirror. My second response where I put my hand through the wall - I'd say that was my lucid self emerging and merging with my NP self. And the third response where I tried to put myself into and through a character was very characteristic of my lucid self.

So perhaps the balance was tipping from my NP self to my lucid self. The more lucid I got, the less likely I was of staying in the dream. Hmmm.

I wonder: Is the NP personality self-aware? Is that even possible? I think so, but it requires a lucidity that isn't how we would normally understand lucidity.

It kind of hurts my brain to think about it. Perhaps I'll start a separate thread about it as I'd love some input and feedback from other experiencers.

Interesting thoughts.

I'm of the opinion that my non-physical is more self-aware than I am. It is actually like I am one of his many dreams. For him to become lucid in his dream, that is my life, would be when I know that I am his dream. It is exactly as when I am getting lucid in my dream.

Him becoming lucid would help me taylor his dream, my life, using his knowledge and his intentions.

Fascinating baro-san. Thank you for joining in the discussion. I'm definitely going to start a new thread and will add your comments to it. Am a bit pushed for time ATM, but will get round to it soon.

:-)

Before I went to bed, I decided to create a 'safe room' to be able to go to whenever I feel the need. This took quite some time and a couple of things just wouldn't be how I wanted them. For instance, I created a large settee in front of the fire...and it was naturally grey. I tried to make it a different colour - dark red - but it wasn't having it. I managed to get the plush wool carpet to be dark red instead.

In addition, I located the room in the Lake District. Looking out of the window, I wanted to see mountains. Whilst I did see mountains, I also noticed that the room was lower than street level. This wasn't planned...and despite looking out another two times, I couldn't get it aligned with the street, so I had to leave it a bit sunken!  :-P

Two other items in the room I struggled with - an exotic fish tank and a mexican-designed blanket. I couldn't picture the tank or the pattern, and found myself running a commentary instead. This didn't help as it was taking a lot of concentration and I found myself frowning which wasn't relaxing at all. Rather than force myself, I thought I'd look at mexican patterns and exotic fish tanks on Google today, then I can choose one I particularly like and 'remember' it to add to my room tonight.

The room is rather ordinary considering I have my whole imagination to utilise. But I wanted it to be cosy, safe and without the ability for too many surprises. I haven't finished it yet...and plan to add other rooms eventually building my own mental house. I'll also create a garden and go on walks in the mountains and whatnot.

I've got some lovely nature-themed ornaments and the most unusual item is my cigarettes. They are twice as long as normal ciggies, deep purple with black filters. The two colours merge into each other. The tips glow light blue when lit. The smoke, whilst ordinary to taste and inhale, is sparkly blue when it is exhaled and smells of mint. (I don't smoke in waking life.)

I think that spending an hour or more on this exercise before sleep put me in a good mental state for dream recall and lucidity. Which I'll expand on in my next post.

I'm with a group of friends. One of the group is talking about buying a notebook. It's getting late and we decide to take the back stairs up which lead to a stationery shop.

As I climb the steps, I slowly become lucid. At the top, I tell everyone calmly that we are in a dream. I explain that I can't climb stairs in waking life, nor can I do this - whereupon I start walking in big strides, bending my knees exaggeratedly.

We walk into a restaurant and sit around a circular table. There are four of us. The waitress knows my friend and serves us immediately. I look at my plate. We've all been given a poached egg, spinach and a slice of bread. I cut open the egg to find the yolk is not runny, but not overly hard.

I'm still yakking on about dreaming and wonder out loud whose dream we are in. I suggest that we are in my dream, given I'm the one talking about it. Then I wonder if it's my friend K sitting to my left. There are two other friends sitting near us on another table. I wonder if it's one of their dreams, because it's their birthday today. Then I suggest that we sing Happy Birthday to them both. Which we do. As per usual in restaurants, most of the customers join in and there is much smiling and clapping at the end. The two friends are called Julie and Amy, but I only sing Julie's name during the song and feel a bit guilty for not singing Amy's name too.


This was in the early hours and I'm sure I've missed gaps, given firstly I didn't write it down once I awoke and secondly I had other dreams after it. Even now, it's four hours since I first got out of bed and so there will be more that's lost.

The back stairs leading to the stationery shop are a familiar dream location. I've been there probably half-a-dozen times (that I can recall). The meal is akin to what I ate last night - spinach and ricotto pizza. Ricotta cheese looks a little like poached egg white.  8-)

Whilst I got the LD trigger of stairs, I completely missed the fact that my dream guide was sitting next to me. I knew her as K, an old workmate, and not as Kay, my dream guide. Doh.

I'm with another female who is receiving aggressive behaviour from a man. I become lucid enough to grab hold of her arms and get her to face me, looking me in the eyes. I notice that they are very dark brown, almost black.

I tell her she doesn't have to take any crap from this man. I explain that we are dreaming and there are ways to become like a hologram so that he can't touch her. I notice some people standing behind her watching us. I'm aware that they are lucid too and so I wave over at them. She looks at me without comprehension; in fact, it's as if she is asleep and hasn't even heard me, let alone registered what I've been saying.

Instead of talking at/to her, I decide to show her what I mean. I go over to the man and he moves towards me, whereupon I do my hologram trick. It half-works but I can still feel him against me. I walk into him, but can only get half way. This reminds me of the last time I tried this where I failed that time too. I'm slightly puzzled and try to move forwards but it's not happening and so I walk backwards away from him. By this time, he's all of a flummox anyway and leaves us alone.

She has been watching me and runs over to me giving me a big hug. She's confused when she doesn't simply run through me. I tell her to take it slowly, by starting with putting her hand through me first.

The small group of lucid dreamers are still watching me and so I go over to them, leaving the female to wander off and do her own thing.

We start to talk a little about dreaming in general and being lucid. Their general air is one of nonchalance - genuine and not contrived. I get the impression they're used to being lucid and are taking it all in their strides.

I talk about my lucid progress and how I used to be - like a Tasmanian devil. Now I sit and chat with them in a calm and relaxed manner. Despite mentioning dreaming, lucidity and so on more than once, I'm not kicked out nor do I feel the scene fizzling. In fact, I have the idea that I could be lucid for quite some time.

There is a lucid dreamer to my left who is showing signs of a beginner. She's worried about her physical body. I explain to her that she's absolutely fine, her body is fast asleep getting all the rest it needs. I tell her that before too long, she'll either wake up naturally or will slowly lose lucidity and to enjoy it while it lasts.

I turn back to my new-found lucid friends and ask them what's next on the agenda for my lucid journey - what should I expect.

They shrug and look a bit bored, but one tells me there will be a film coming out soon which will change the way the general public view lucid dreams. I ask what the film is called. They tell me and I ask for some paper and pen so I can make a note of it. I explain that I do this so that I'll remember the action of literally writing it down when I awake and have better chance of recalling the title. They smile genially and hand over a notebook and pen. I write down 'Inky Seed' twice and am surprised that it stays exactly as it's written without morphing or disappearing under a loads of squiggles.

Scene-click.

I'm on my own walking along and come across a man who is obviously angry about something. No-one else seems bothered with his actions and I ignore him and walk away. I find his partner who I rush up to and ask him to refuse his mate's advances tonight as he is angry and might hurt him. I'm fairly lucid.


Inky Seed? Inky Seed?  :roll:

When I awoke I thought about my emotions with this new group. When I was helping the 'beginners' this was genuine and not done for any sort of approval or smugness. But I think I was secretly quite pleased and rather proud to be sitting with these old-timers (or so I thought) who took the whole lucidity thing with a pinch of salt. I felt like I'd moved up a level and could hang out with the gang as one of them. Which is odd because they really weren't my kind of people - sort of like lucid hippies: chilled, stoned and unadventurous.

Yeah man.  :-P

Two angry males in separate experiences. Maybe it was a simulation exercise to see how I reacted. Hmmm, needs some thought.

Is life a game?

It felt like it today. I had a figure of authority come to see me this morning.

She had to fill out forms and tick boxes. While she was doing so, I daydreamed. Her life is like mine. She's only a figure of authority because that's what I think she is. She's just a person with her own life. Her job is to tick boxes and fill out forms.

Isn't that what we all do?

Not sure what the point is, but maybe there isn't a point.

I quite liked my daydream. I saw it from 'above' - a silly nonsense that we all follow until we die.

I shook my head in a friendly way and thought, 'well, what else are you gonna do'.

Surely we are playing our own game but in a consensus reality where anyting can mess it up. We are in a messy place right now.
I guess we tend to take this game too seriously.

Ultimately, those who take life too seriously die disappointed.
Life is to be handled in the manner which is it... a joke.  :)

Life... death... everything in between. 
What you did during your life isn't important.
How & why you did it is the entire point.
Do what you do with a smile on you face and love / kindness in your heart... at that point: you win.  :)

Another colleague and I have to go back into work. Due to a previous meeting which included my parents, the company I work for has decided to employ a sex doctor. We need to be in the office in case we get any calls that need transferring to our doctor.

The company isn't associated in any way with sexual products/advice etc., but it's doing this because during the meeting, it transpired that my parents, especially my Mum, could have done with this service when she was younger.

We get two calls and I take the second one. The man goes into some detail about his marriage and I listen carefully. I don't want to interrupt him to put him through as I don't want to appear to be simply passing him on - that would be rude. Eventually he enquires whether there is anything, any pills, that could help his sex life. I tell him I'm going to put him through to our resident doctor who I'm sure will be able to help him and as I'm doing so, the other colleague puts my phone down before I've transferred him - thereby cutting him off.

I'm miffed and she explains that she's not happy with the situation. I tell her that's not the point; it's no longer about her. I'm not that fussed and only hope that he calls in again thinking it was a problem with our phones.

She tells me she's leaving now as it's nearly home time. I decide to go just a short while after her. I go over to a counter to drop something off and get a strong smell of grapefruit.

On the way out, I pass the main reception desk and see a telephone message that the man from before had called again and been put through to the doctor. This makes me happy.

Leaving the building, I go to the zebra crossing. I'm off to meet some friends in a cafe in town. As I'm walking, I realise I've taken a wrong turn and I'm heading into a rough part of town. I backtrack a little, but notice it's actually longer for me go that way and if I continue down the other way, I can nip round and find my bearings again.

As I get to the end of street and turn left to walk back up to the main town area, there is a man in front of me also walking my way and carrying what looks like a large A1-size art portfolio case.

Another man comes up behind us both and stops the art man.

"What you got there, man?" he says aggressively.

"Nothing. Just my art case," art man replies.

"Nice," says rough man, looking it over. "What's it worth?"

"Please leave me alone," says art man.

Rough man takes out a knife.

"Please. It's worth quite a bit. It has a leather bottom..." art man begins.

Rough man is threatening art man with the knife, but unbeknown to either of them I've moved really close. As art man lets go of the handle of his case, I manage to grab it before rough man can take it.

Now the three of us step back from each other.

Art man gets out his knife and holds it up.

I look at him and shake my head quickly, silently asking him not to try anything.

Rough man takes in the situation. He quickly walks over to me, threatening me with the knife. I stand still.

He puts the knife close to my stomach. I completely relax my body.

"Let go pretty b&tch," he says.

"F&%* off," I reply steadily and firmly.

He looks quite surprised at my retort and is taken aback for a second.

"Well now, the pretty b&tch wants to play, does she?" he tries again. He pushes the knife closer into my belly.

"I said let go b&tch."

"And I said f&%* off."

Art man is dithering, wanting to make a move but not wanting to make things worse.

I look at rough man and say once more, "f&%* off".


This was a really brief dream just before I awoke this morning. My main interest for writing this one down is because I wasn't actually lucid at any time. That was my NP personality taking over...and it reacted in the same way I would have if I was lucid. Maybe it's picking up tips from my lucid self.  :-P

I suspect the smell of grapefruit triggered the NP awareness.

The rough man was black which may seem racist, except the art man was also black.

I was really up for being cut with the knife. It's a shame it ended where it did...and that makes me wonder once again if I was deliberately thrown out because I'm not doing something I'm supposed to be doing. Or maybe I passed the test because I 'saved' art man. Who knows.

Seems appropriate to post here, seeing as it's the first day of summer. My very first OBE was on this day some 15 years ago.

Last night I had an interesting experience. I was in a car with a friend going towards a bridge. Suddenly a huge tidal wave came towards us very fast. There was no time to turn round, it was a matter of a second or two before we would be engulfed by the water.

For those couple of seconds, my only thought was 'is this real?' I concluded very quickly that it wasn't real and therefore remembered that I could breathe under water.

The experience was much longer involving a dream character who wanted to hurt me. I managed to diffuse the situation by telling him I was dreaming and wanted to learn what he could do. Distracting him from the violence to feeling important and needed.

It was earlier on in the night and I didn't bother to jot down any notes when I awoke. However, I'm pleased that my NP personality is still in fine fettle and ready for action. Now I just need to get my waking life personality interested again.

QuoteI was really up for being cut with the knife. It's a shame it ended where it did...and that makes me wonder once again if I was deliberately thrown out because I'm not doing something I'm supposed to be doing. Or maybe I passed the test because I 'saved' art man. Who knows.

lol... sounds like you like it rough  :lol:

If I had to guess... I think art guy in some way represents you to some degree. You had useful immediate descriptors for the kind of portfolio case he was carrying, which probably means you could have seen yourself carrying it, and therefore that you probably identify with that character. The way you behaved when you intervened represents how you would want to be supported by others / how you would want to believe you would behave?

You on the phone sounds like your base personality.

Tidal waves never work out well for me (deluge of emotion coming in RL), but you're still breathing!

Quote from: Selski on June 21, 2018, 14:47:18
Suddenly a huge tidal wave came towards us very fast. There was no time to turn round, it was a matter of a second or two before we would be engulfed by the water. There was no time to turn round, it was a matter of a second or two before we would be engulfed by the water. For those couple of seconds, my only thought was 'is this real?' I concluded very quickly that it wasn't real and therefore remembered that I could breathe under water.

Quote from: Stillwater on June 21, 2018, 22:30:18
lol... sounds like you like it rough  :lol:

:-D I often come across confrontations in dreams. I think it's to do to with how I feel about myself - I can be rather self-sabotaging at times.

I like your thoughts on the dream - I reckon you're onto something.  :-)

Quote from: Ziggy on August 10, 2018, 07:17:18
Tidal waves never work out well for me (deluge of emotion coming in RL), but you're still breathing!

Hi Ziggy  8-)

It took me years to get to the stage where I now naturally remember that I can breathe. Even now, there are times when I forget, but it's a great ability to use in dreams.  :-)

I've had duck breasts to serve.

That sounds ridiculous.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtXby3twMmI

Let me share this instead.

It's just as stupid, but it makes me smile.  :-)

We are diamonds taking shape.

:-D

This is the only place I can share. I only share when I'm on my own.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDOZBL34p3w&list=PLATeyS5bPJiGOdIhry_oRjCvd24m9wTPX

I realised something recently.

I'm fond of looking back and my dreams reflect that nostalgia.

Life is not about looking back, nor looking at the present, not the future.

It's about beyond all that.

It's about death.

That sounds serious. It probably is.

It probably isn't.  :-D

A joke.

:lol:

I'm an idiot.

'Peacocks are dangerous at this time of day.'

It was dusk and I turned round to see a peacock follow us through the gate. It wasn't heading in our direction and it didn't look aggressive (it's feathers were down) but not long after,  I awoke. Not through fear or worry, but because I'd thrown the covers off the bed and my physical body was getting cold. This bled through to my dream self whose legs were shivering!

:-D

I recall being in Hong Kong and taking a day trip. We all ascended (in a lift? up some stairs?) and as I looked up, I could see rainbow colours above the clouds. Huge stripes of blue, red and yellow. To my right were massive golden Buddha statues gleaming as the sun shone brilliantly.

We were finally above the clouds into this amazing space of colour, shine and awe.

Then I woke up.  :-P