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That's cool Tak. I also enjoy group activities, especially with pretty females. And there's always some theme right? Like on a bus full of Buddhist students enjoying the views. Tibetan girls are fancy. lol

Hey Tides. Well, right before I go to sleep each night this sorta light like a ufo lands in my third-eye field of vision. And it stays there until I wake up. Then it flies away. I can see it but feel it too. I don't know if it's guarding me or is some kind of negative thing. I've gotten so used to it that it doesn't bother me. But I know it's something since it happens every night, and leaves every morning.

Well, my most vivid AP was an awareness storm. I don't exactly understand it... but it was a storm of awareness that ripped through one the planes I regularly hang out on. When the storm hit I was lucky enough to find a partner to go though it with. It was the most intense communion I've ever had. She turned out to be the sister of one of my best friends and we had even been married a very long time ago.

Well... off to sleep!

Just checking in... it's been awhile.

Lately I've been dreaming a lot about outdoor activities. It's always in a group of friends. We ride in buses touring the astral hot spots. Everyone is so nice in the astral... girls will just come up to me and suddenly we're good friends. Everyone is so young in the astral... didnt they say we're all like 30 over there?

Then sometimes when I'm really tired I dream of sleeping. I dream that I'm in the snuggliest bed in my favorite home. It's such a cozy room with the only light coming from a fat log in the fireplace.

Sometimes I hide. I have come to find out that I have some enemies out there in the astral. When they come close I just evade them and hide in long forgotten ruins.

And my right-before-I-go-to-sleep friend is still there... I'm not going to say he's good or bad... but an advanced civilization could have technology to record your dreams. Why would anyone be interested in recording your dreams? It's like an astral scan right before I got to sleep. It's just something I noticed. It doesn't bother me... I just feel like someone is there.

Well, can't think of anything more... Happy dream you all! 

Some nights, I slip into dreams and realize I'm suddenly lucid. In those moments, I see him—myself—painstakingly building a strange apparatus, carefully fitting each piece in place. He roams from one realm to another, adjusting and perfecting his creation.

Other nights, he lingers with family. I catch glimpses of my father, gone these ten years, as I wander the familiar halls of my childhood. The echoes of loved ones, both living and departed, crowd those dreamscapes.

And through it all, there's a constant sense of danger—a looming presence he keeps at bay, always watchful, as though an unseen adversary waits just beyond sight.

Yet mostly, what shines through is his wish to help, to offer a bit of playful amusement and kindle some happiness. I suspect that astral machine he's so devoted to may one day spark great joy. Still, I can't help wondering: what, exactly, is he building up there?

My 2025 re-reading list so far...

Crazy Wisdom by Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
Orderly Chaos by Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche
Cynicism and Magic by Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche

The Fire from Within by Carlos Castaneda
Tales of Power by Carlos Castaneda
The Art of Dreaming by Carlos Castaneda

Hands of Light by Barbara Brennan

There is nothing more enchanting than those dreams that bring me Home. In these lucid wanderings, the astral realm reveals a sanctuary shaped by my deepest sense of belonging—a place that resonates with comfort, warmth, and a profound reminder that the Universe cherishes us. It is a refuge all our own.

No two astral homes are ever the same. Each new vision offers a glimpse into the life we might lead beyond physical confines. Sometimes, I find myself perched on the 79th floor of a bustling celestial metropolis. Other times, I stroll through a secluded grove in the outer reaches, surrounded by kindred souls devoted to peace and harmony.

When the initial shock of stepping into an astral reality fades, I cannot help but wonder: are these dreamlike previews of what awaits us after we leave this life behind? Do they whisper of a homecoming yet to be fulfilled, inviting us into a realm where love endures and comfort never wanes?

Thanks Lumaza, I always look forward to your posts.

Well, I know what you mean... vivid dreams have become the norm. I have so many strange and weird ones I can't keep track. But I try to post my most recent insights.

That's a good affirmation and it sounds like it's working for you. My nightly ritual is simple enough too. I just try to have a moment of true silence in my head. I pass a small message to myself in this "little death" to wake up in my dreams. I think it works.

Well thanks for letting me hang out here ya'll. It helps.

Cya for now!

The increasing access I have to my lucid dreams has illuminated several key insights. Lucid dreaming is deeply tied to a sense of passion and joy. Initially, I believed that these moments of happiness were merely fortuitous occurrences along the journey. However, it has become clear that they are part of a deeper discovery of consciousness. At a certain point, this awareness begins to instinctively seek out and create experiences that bring joy. Once this ability is honed, it opens the floodgates to inspiration and creativity. But really it is a discovery of consciousness. At some point the discovery is made that awareness will spontaneously seek out and create those things that bring it joy.

In Buddhist teachings, this state is referred to as becoming a Sambhogakaya Buddha—an embodiment of spontaneous joy and passion. This realization is exactly what I experience in my dreams: my mind naturally seeks and manifests joy without hindrance. While I believe these are profound insights into the nature of consciousness, for now, I'm simply enjoying observing how my mind creates its next source of joy and passion. Perhaps it's the essence of dreaming itself.

That's really interesting because I'm a little afraid of the kundalini rising. I've had a few experiences and one was most intense. I had someone guide me through the process. He was a very skilled teacher. We started on the base chakra and somehow (I don't understand this level of mastery) he was able to spark it and guide it up my back psychicly. We avoided the sexual organ and kept going up and up. It really was like a snake pushing itself up. We only got to my neck before I got scared and had to go back down. I've had a few times when it sparks by itself and starts uncoiling but nothing like that guided meditation.

I've heard if you are not prepared it can burn you... be careful. 

Have you heard of tantric yoga? You do it with a partner during sex. Both need to be trained of course... but I hear if it happens you can have an orgasm in your third eye and this fluid comes out between your eyes. I kid you not...

I had a moment when I was dreaming my dreamer's dreamer's dreamer. We were just sleeping. We were one happy little knot of love. And I was content just being that.

When I woke up I wondered if my dreamer really had a dreamer himself and so on...

So maybe it's just different dream bodies all the way in.

The challenge I face in pursuing my dreamer lies in the paradoxical nature of our connection. He is both enigmatic and strangely familiar, as if we've known each other across lifetimes, yet he remains an enigma. When I dream, I find myself in places that are vivid, almost nostalgic, as if I've been there before. But there's also an element of surprise, as though some part of me is encountering these experiences for the first time.

I am constantly on the lookout for clues from this other realm, trying to piece together the mystery. Yet, it feels as if the revelation has already occurred on his end. He has moved beyond the wonder and awe, now immersed in the mundane tasks of existence.

In our shared world, we are both creators—attending ethereal schools, crafting astral apps, and putting on elaborate shows that blend art with the intangible. He is an artist like me, but his world is untouched by pain or the harsh realities that define my waking life.

But every morning, I am pulled back into my reality, where responsibilities await, and he fades into oblivion. The connection is severed, and I am left with only a faint memory of our time together, struggling to hold onto the essence of that otherworldly bond as I go about my day.

I am not entirely certain, as my knowledge on the subject is limited. However, my approach involves a nightly practice where I remain completely silent in my mind for approximately three minutes before falling asleep. During this time, I mentally prepare myself to achieve lucidity in my dreams. Additionally, I maintain a persistent intention to gain access to my dreams, almost like a demand. Gradually, I have observed an increase in my ability to experience lucid dreams. While I have not yet mastered this technique, I am steadily making progress.

Now I understand what you meant.

Thanks Lumaza! 

The true definition of "NPR evolution"!

Huh?

Yeah... I'll just skip the lower planes for now. I just don't like it... it's such a depressing state.

In a time long past, I possessed an extraordinary ability—a power that allowed me to transcend the confines of my physical form and venture into the astral realm at will. For years, I embraced this gift, effortlessly separating from my earthly vessel and exploring the mysteries that lay beyond. However, as time passed, I began to notice a disturbing pattern. When I chose to embark on these journeys in the depths of night, I often found myself emerging into a plane shrouded in an impenetrable darkness—a place where shadows danced and lurked, their intentions unknown and their presence chilling to the core.

In stark contrast, when I dared to separate during the light of day, I was greeted by a world of wonder and enchantment. My neighborhood burst to life, transformed into a breathtaking spectacle of astral marvels that left me in awe. It was during these daylight excursions, often prompted by a gentle afternoon nap, that I discovered the true beauty and potential of the astral plane.

But the nights... oh, those dreadful nights. Two out of three times, the darkness that engulfed me was so profound, so all-consuming, that it seemed to border on the very essence of hell itself. Fear gripped my heart, and I found myself unable to muster the courage to venture forth into that abyss any longer.

Determined to find another path, I began to delve deeper into the realms of sleep, seeking a way to harness the power of my dreams. With unwavering focus and an iron will, I trained myself to achieve a state of lucidity—a jolt of awareness that would propel me into the heart of my dreaming alter ego's world. And there, bathed in the radiant light of a vastly improved astral plane, I discovered a realm of boundless possibility and adventure.

No longer do I rely on the act of separation to explore the astral realms. Instead, I place my trust in the guiding hand of my astral self—a wise and powerful entity that leads me to planes of existence so exquisite, so nourishing to the spirit, that they defy description. In these realms, I find myself engaged in tasks of healing and growth, embarking on adventures that feed my soul and fill me with a sense of purpose and wonder.

So, while the temptation to separate may still whisper in my ear from time to time, I know that the true path to enlightenment lies within the depths of my own dreams. There, guided by the wisdom of my astral self, I shall continue to explore, to heal, and to unravel the mysteries of the universe, one lucid dream at a time.

[remember]

Thanks Tak!

Well, hmmm.... I remember I had this same problem. My experiences where short and sometimes numerous. I remember that just before I would wake up I would look at my hands. I would focus on my hands and this made everything stable again allowing me to have a longer experience. There's a trick to it of course... you have to remember to look at your hands.

Just a quick one.

In the realm of dreams, where reality dances with the whims of imagination, I found myself dwarfed by colossal boots that seemed to reach the heavens. As I craned my neck to behold the source of this monumental presence, my eyes beheld a figure of titanic proportions, garbed in the resplendent attire of a hero.

"Hello, little one," the behemoth rumbled, his voice resonating like thunder. Bewildered, I dared to question the very essence of his colossal stature. "How did you become so immense?" I inquired, my voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of his grandeur.

"I have ever been this vast," he intoned, his words carrying the weight of aeons.

Yet, amidst the surreal exchange, a daring curiosity seized my tongue, for in the presence of such enormity, even the most audacious queries found voice. "Do you still have sex?" I dared to ask, braving the boundaries of propriety.

With a solemnity befitting his celestial stature, the colossal figure responded, "No longer do I tread the path of mortal desires."

With a tremor of trepidation coursing through my veins, I said, "Well don't hurt me."

To my relief, a gentle reassurance emanated from the towering entity. "Never," he murmured, his touch as delicate as the breeze that stirs the leaves, as he tenderly lifted me into his grasp.

And then, with a gesture both graceful and sublime, he propelled me skyward, through the billowing veils of ethereal mist, where dreams and reality intertwine in a symphony of wonder and awe.

In the shadows of the subconscious, I've been on a relentless pursuit, stalking a figure elusive as mist, yet undeniably real in the depths of my dreaming mind. Each night, I grasp fleeting glimpses of this enigmatic persona, my dream self, traversing realms beyond the grasp of waking reality.

The mysteries of our dreamscapes beckon, questioning why our nocturnal adventures dissolve like wisps of smoke at dawn's arrival. Who is this intrepid explorer, unbound by the shackles of consciousness, charting courses through the ethereal expanse of the subconscious? It is me, yet not me; a self unburdened by the constraints of the waking world, liberated within the boundless essence of dreams.

In the surreal landscapes of my slumber, I embark on wild expeditions with companions donned in Tigger suits, hunting elusive prey amidst the tangled jungles of the subconscious. But my dream self is more than a mere thrill-seeker; he possesses a technical prowess, crafting astral apps with a finesse that eludes my waking grasp.

In the realm of spirits and souls, he effortlessly mingles, forging relationships as vibrant as they are transient, a stark departure from the complexities of my waking existence. Home, for him, is not a fixed abode but a sanctuary wherever solace can be found, a place to retreat and meditate amidst the ebb and flow of dreamscapes.

Yet, as the astral night draws to a close, my dream self bids farewell to his ephemeral adventures, driving his rusted chariot to forsaken corners of the astral realm, where he surrenders to slumber once more. And with the first light of dawn, I am abruptly torn from this ethereal realm, left to ponder the enigma of my nocturnal alter ego until the next twilight descent into dreams.

I learned that school and technology extend to the astral realms too.

This is what I see almost every night as I stare up at my fan as I drift off to sleep. This little light lands like a ufo on my left field of vision.

Last night, I experienced an incredibly vivid and mystical dream centered around Native American Indians. In this fantastical journey, I found myself dwelling in the bustling city, steering my trusty jeep towards the elusive countryside. The transition from urban sprawl to lush landscapes was a captivating journey of contrasts – concrete jungles giving way to green valleys, majestic mountains, and sprawling plains adorned with tall grass.

After navigating this surreal landscape, I descended a dirt road into a picturesque valley, eventually reaching a secluded forest. Nestled within the trees stood a quaint cabin, where a small Native American girl was diligently chopping wood. Somehow, the purpose of my visit revolved around a child we had apparently shared, though no trace of the child was evident. The atmosphere was charged with tension as our older selves grappled with the past.

Following a heated exchange, I retraced my steps, choosing a different path that wound its way up into the mountains. The air grew crisp as I ascended, finally reaching a breathtaking bluff protruding from the lofty peak. There, amidst the elevated serenity, I encountered a surreal sight – a deer, one half pulsating with life, the other draped in the stillness of death.

In an inexplicable twist, I transformed into a deer, and a profound connection unfolded between us. Our gaze locked for what felt like an eternity before we seamlessly morphed back into human form. The other deer revealed himself to be an Indian, inviting me deeper into the mountain's mysteries.

The journey continued into a vast cave adorned with mesmerizing paintings, each telling stories in diverse artistic styles. Amidst the flickering images of fire and faces, I met a wise and welcoming tribe. As an offering of friendship, I shared a candy bar, which the Indian enthusiastically devoured. The tribe introduced me to their chief, who sealed our newfound connection with a unique handshake, designed to ward off potential adversaries.

With a promise to return in two weeks, I left the cave and descended to my waiting jeep. The return to the city was filled with a profound sense of purpose and fulfillment. The realization that I had discovered a reason to journey back to the mountains lingered in my thoughts. The dream concluded with the comforting notion of having forged deep connections and made extraordinary friends in a world that transcended the boundaries of reality.

About a week ago, I found myself immersed in a vivid dream where I was diligently working on a challenging homework assignment. Transported to an otherworldly academic setting, my dream self was enrolled in a university, fueled by a burning desire to impress my enigmatic teacher, Mr. Robinson. The subject of my intellectual pursuit? None other than the creation of algorithms for astral apps. Strangely, this wasn't my first foray into the realm of dreams featuring astral applications—I seem to possess an uncanny knack for conjuring them up in the ethereal landscapes of my subconscious. Despite my lack of real-world expertise in astral app development, in the dream world, I was a wizard at it. Astral apps, I discovered, held the power to shape and manipulate environments, offering a myriad of functions that could influence the very fabric of astral reality.

In the dream, I successfully completed the challenging homework associated with astral app algorithms, an experience that left me intrigued and pondering its significance.

Fast forward three days, and my dream world adventures continued. This time, I dreamt of attending class and dutifully submitting my astral app homework, further weaving the fantastical narrative of my dream reality.

The climax unfolded just last night when the dream took an unexpected turn. Mr. Robinson, my dream teacher, summoned me to his office, where I learned that my approach to cracking the astral algorithm was hailed as nothing short of genius. Apparently, I had pioneered a groundbreaking method, becoming the first to crack a complex algorithm in a wholly unique way. News of my achievement spread like wildfire, turning me into the talk of the dream realm.

Enter a captivating moment in the dream—a mesmerizing encounter with a hot blonde, her eyes a captivating shade of green. She sat me down and explained the significance of my achievement, unveiling the revelation that I had revolutionized the execution of astral apps and the energy required to power them. Enthralled by her words and those enchanting green eyes, I was left both bewildered and fascinated by the surreal turn of events.

As I navigate this dream-induced drama, I can't help but be captivated by the possibilities that unfold. The prospect of delving into astral app creation full-time is a tantalizing one, mirroring my real-world passion for developing applications across various platforms—Android, iPhone, PC, and Mac. It seems that my dream self shares the same enthusiasm for creating apps, even in the celestial realms. How intriguing!

I had an interesting and peculiar NDE when I was in my 20's. I was very depressed at the time and ran away from home. I was just lost out there on my own and one night I stole and swallowed 200 sleeping pills. I had gone to the forest to do it and it was sunset. At one point I stopped being able to move and I felt so heavy and sleepy. I lay down on the ground and waited for the end.

About 20 minutes into it is when it started getting very strange. Just as I was about to loose awareness is when I heard footsteps coming toward me in the dark. I could hear them distinctly... someone was coming. And then I lost consciousness.

The next thing I know I am laying on my back in the forest and it is pitch dark. I had no control of my physical body but my body was moving by itself. I was like a passenger inside my head. I saw myself jump up off the ground like superman and start running through the woods. I still to this day don't understand how my physical body could do that. I was like a wild man jumping and running through the woods. Some part of me was in control but it was not my day-to-day self. It wasn't my astral body or a dream state because I was awake.

After awhile I lost awareness again and the next thing I know it's morning and I am coming back to my real self... except I am walking. It was like waking up and finding yourself walking. It was very strange. I looked around and I was about 10 miles away from the forest - in a Walmart parking lot. I didn't know what to do so I went into Walmart and asked if I could sit in the cafeteria for awhile. I was so tired. The employees knew something was wrong with me and were really upset because I could tell my physical body wasn't totally solid. It was really disturbing to the employees. It was about 5 am so hardly anyone was there. They gave me some food in some grocery bags and asked me to leave.

I wandered around the area for the next 2 weeks sleeping in abandoned houses until I remembered my Mom's telephone number. I made a collect call and she wired me some money and ...I went Home.

...keep waking up with scratches on my skin waaaay too often. 

Last night, I had the most incredible dream that whisked me away into a world of magic and enchantment. It all started with a mysterious knock on my door, and when I opened it, ten rather imposing individuals entered, claiming to be investigators. They wielded astonishing gadgets that scanned every corner of my house and even ventured into the depths of my memories. Fear gripped me as they informed me that I needed to accompany them. Before leaving, they allowed me to bid a tearful goodbye to my Mom.

As they ushered me into a car and I glanced back, the unimaginable happened. My entire house transformed into a Disney-like wonderland, radiating a magical aura. To my astonishment, Mickey Mouse himself appeared, placing a "For Sale" sign in the front yard.

My journey took a mysterious turn as I was taken to a dimly lit room filled with other kids. Some sported Mickey Mouse hats with those iconic big ears. I couldn't help but ask what Mickey Mouse had to do with all of this, and the response was disbelief, "Don't you know where you're going??" Soon, the grand revelation came.

We boarded buses, and as they started moving, we embarked on a breathtaking journey through a realm of enchantment. The further we ventured, the more it resembled a Disney paradise, complete with all the magic Disney has to offer. Some kids on the bus were even performing magic tricks, and an overwhelming sense of joy permeated the air. The energy was so vibrant and colorful that I became completely lucid.

When we finally disembarked from the buses, we found ourselves in an enchanted land where young people donned costumes of magic Disney characters. It became evident that I had entered the astral version of Disney World, and to my amazement, I was destined to become an employee!

As I conversed with the other kids, it became clear that I was headed to a training camp where I would learn the secrets of magic and participate in a Disney astral show. Before reaching our dorms, we made a pit stop at the cafeteria, where the food offerings were nothing short of mesmerizing. Every bite was a delightful explosion of sweetness and flavor. The surroundings were regal, elegant, and bursting with vibrant colors.

In that moment, I was overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude for being in Astral Disney World. I couldn't help but wonder if this was the official astral counterpart of Disney, crafted with the same passion and perfectionism. Whoever was in charge had certainly outdone themselves.

When I woke up, I was filled with an incredible sense of joy and rejuvenation. I eagerly anticipate the day I might actually visit this magical place or even have the opportunity to work there. This astral dream turned a terrible day into an absolute delight, leaving me with a heart full of wonder and excitement.

Very inspirational Tides2dust.   I get messages through numbers too. For me 14 means: divine assistance, the boon, Help, Love.

What surprises me more and more is how close other people's meaning of the numbers matches mine. It's almost like we are all being taught the same scale of numbers. By who though? That's the interesting question.