March 14, 2025
Mid-morning wake-up, bathroom then back to bed
The last two years have been under similar conditions- wake up early or mid-morning and then back to bed with a semi-lucid dream following within an hour, sometimes as quickly as fifteen minutes and that is an unusual indicator for me. By semi-lucid, I mean that foggy thinking, low level, barely there kind of awareness. It was Szaxx and Lumaza about thirteen years ago, who both helped me realize that some of that foggy thinking is simply low dream awareness, but that, at some point we realize the underlying dream plot is too lengthy, too complex, too sophisticated...and that our foggy thinking is not just lack of awareness or lazy dreamtime, but that our dream cognitive awareness has been purposely dampened or suppressed within a structured learning environment, possibly for more than a few reasons.
And over the last two or three years, this has been my dream environment, and I can see my slow improvement. Maybe it is part of developing what we discussed years ago about the Non-Physical Personality and the often subtle and sometimes surprisingly and starkly different ways we operate within the NP. Perhaps it's part of the development such as Tibetan Dream Yoga...I find myself at a bit of a loss in communicating all the subtleties and nuances of my suppressed thinking as this dream progressed...but here goes...
After the bathroom and a cool swish of water, I lay down and almost immediately entered the dreamstate. A thirty-something young black woman and I were being escorted by a middle-aged man through what I assumed was a condominium complex on what I initially thought was a tour just for her. Through my suppressed thinking, it occurred that I owned a unit here and I had faint memory of it...the faint memories would continue as if I somehow knew everybody there but just could not quite remember them.
We were shown a heavy metal door, partially obscured from normal view and the tour guide explained that this would lead us to a Club Level that we could join. I vaguely remember having been offered this before as a buyer but had never looked further and was now wondering what the monthly dues might be. We were led up three flights of narrow stairs and onto an outdoor landing which I assumed was a rooftop lounge of sorts. There were probably 12-20 people roaming about, some with drinks and engaged in pleasant conversation. We were introduced to 8-12 people all of which seemed to already know me, which reinforced my earlier idea of ownership within the community, but I still couldn't remember anyone beyond a vague recognition. (All this time, my subdued cognitive processing was humming along at a pretty strong pace. and I was intuitively recognizing NOT to interrupt the flow of the LD but to just go with it)
Thinking this is all just an invitation to some form of club membership, as I was introduced to people, their conversation was vague, yet directed in a determined fashion towards me and whether or not I would accept the position...they wouldn't say and I would not ask...was it Governor of the State? or Mayor of the City? or Head of the Town Council? Head of the Condominium Association? I made a few subtle entreaties but received only vague responses...I was confused, but not so much that I didn't recognize that I was adrift in a sea of subtle dream ambiguity...and I had the determination to wait them out without "breaking the flow" of the dream storyline and falling out of the LD. Even the younger black woman reappeared, maybe to make another challenge on my awareness, this time a sexual challenge- she walked straight by me in a slinky, low-cut dress that I hadn't noticed before and as she walked by she said something like- Yeah, he knows what he's looking for...I had no idea what that meant beyond the low-level sexual nature and the classical NP narrative of perplexing, mysterious questions and answers...
So, then it got creepy...and I still am yet to figure out if this is singular to me and my personal development or that it is a more normal occurrence for many, if not all of us. Twenty years ago, when I got a creepy feeling from a dream, like it was turning nightmarish, I learned to bring my awareness up in a flash and exit the dream. Ten years ago, I learned to slow that process down and sometimes let the creepy parts play out or unfold...and I learned something. I learned that quite often these creepy, semi-nightmares are actually healing dream processes that I should allow to unfold.
The 12-20 people in the room (now there is a ceiling) had formed a kind of conga line, moving in rhythm to the music and they were snaking their way around to me. About the fifth person back, she was holding a watermelon-sized glob of energetic material, like a glob of neon green silly putty. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw it and had an instant feeling of creepy mistrust (here goes the old creepy initiation ritual again, I thought). The glob of neon green was extended along the conga line of dancers like a taffy-pull, and the head of the energy was working its way towards me! Pulled along the conga line of dancers, the green energy was like a 20 foot long snake or dragon head and they brought it up right behind me. Only because I have been near or through similar creepy moments many times now, did I have the understanding that 'nothing can hurt me in the NP' and therefore I let it happen...twenty years ago, I would have run screaming...
The snake/dragon head very gently bites into me or attaches itself, from my neck and shoulders down to my butt. The energy begins to gently surround my torso, and I don't resist it. Trusting it, the energy envelopes me and I realize that I can simply disappear, I turn into an energy whirl and instantly disappear...I am gone for two seconds or twenty minutes, I cannot tell. When I reappear, I become aware and am in a large room with the 'club' group and I feel different and highly energized. I float upward until I am halfway up into the next floor, then float downward until I am halfway into the floor below me. Holding my arms out to my side, I can make the floorboards move like liquid waves, and I say to the group of 'club' onlookers that this is much like a simple OBE but I can now maneuver between levels as I desire; very interesting.
Next moment, I am standing in the room and many of the 'club members' are giving me subtle congratulations; just on what, I am not sure of. One of the seventy-year-old guys walks by chuckling about how much time and effort he spent giving me subtle dream hints to get to this point and knowing that I could do it. For the first time in this LD, my lucidity pops up and I ask him bluntly- Why didn't you just tell me directly?
He looks at me and chuckles-Because you know full well that's not the way it's done!
And I know he is right...
Standing in the middle of this apparent large living room, I realize that either I or someone else has tossed a small white object onto the carpet before me. It is like my Apple EarPods case, about 2.25" long by 1.5" wide... I am a bit baffled...two cats amble into the room, one a dark gray, the other an American shorthair. The shorthair rolls onto its back and playfully and expertly tumbles the white case within its four paws until a moment later the cat and the case turn into a furiously spinning curl of energy and suddenly disappear with a small lightning crack!
I realize that is what I just did and the damn cat is showing me that it's 'cats play'!
About four feet to my right, the air crackles again and the cat, in a furious little spin of energy, reappears...kicking the white case off to the side and walking away as if nothing special had happened.
That was the end of the lesson, but the dream doesn't necessarily always end at the same time. Nameless gave me a hint that helps.
The dream shifted to a downstairs kitchen (maybe downstairs is the first clue, lol) where I was holding half an uncooked chicken. My brilliant NP awareness was quick to ascertain that I was not there to cook chicken and I searched vainly for a trashcan but couldn't find one...finally I gave up and tossed it in the sink and walked away.
Nameless' very good advice is- When the Lucid Dream gets THAT stupid, it's time to walk away!
Honestly, I am still learning that lesson...
Mid-morning wake-up, bathroom then back to bed
The last two years have been under similar conditions- wake up early or mid-morning and then back to bed with a semi-lucid dream following within an hour, sometimes as quickly as fifteen minutes and that is an unusual indicator for me. By semi-lucid, I mean that foggy thinking, low level, barely there kind of awareness. It was Szaxx and Lumaza about thirteen years ago, who both helped me realize that some of that foggy thinking is simply low dream awareness, but that, at some point we realize the underlying dream plot is too lengthy, too complex, too sophisticated...and that our foggy thinking is not just lack of awareness or lazy dreamtime, but that our dream cognitive awareness has been purposely dampened or suppressed within a structured learning environment, possibly for more than a few reasons.
And over the last two or three years, this has been my dream environment, and I can see my slow improvement. Maybe it is part of developing what we discussed years ago about the Non-Physical Personality and the often subtle and sometimes surprisingly and starkly different ways we operate within the NP. Perhaps it's part of the development such as Tibetan Dream Yoga...I find myself at a bit of a loss in communicating all the subtleties and nuances of my suppressed thinking as this dream progressed...but here goes...
After the bathroom and a cool swish of water, I lay down and almost immediately entered the dreamstate. A thirty-something young black woman and I were being escorted by a middle-aged man through what I assumed was a condominium complex on what I initially thought was a tour just for her. Through my suppressed thinking, it occurred that I owned a unit here and I had faint memory of it...the faint memories would continue as if I somehow knew everybody there but just could not quite remember them.
We were shown a heavy metal door, partially obscured from normal view and the tour guide explained that this would lead us to a Club Level that we could join. I vaguely remember having been offered this before as a buyer but had never looked further and was now wondering what the monthly dues might be. We were led up three flights of narrow stairs and onto an outdoor landing which I assumed was a rooftop lounge of sorts. There were probably 12-20 people roaming about, some with drinks and engaged in pleasant conversation. We were introduced to 8-12 people all of which seemed to already know me, which reinforced my earlier idea of ownership within the community, but I still couldn't remember anyone beyond a vague recognition. (All this time, my subdued cognitive processing was humming along at a pretty strong pace. and I was intuitively recognizing NOT to interrupt the flow of the LD but to just go with it)
Thinking this is all just an invitation to some form of club membership, as I was introduced to people, their conversation was vague, yet directed in a determined fashion towards me and whether or not I would accept the position...they wouldn't say and I would not ask...was it Governor of the State? or Mayor of the City? or Head of the Town Council? Head of the Condominium Association? I made a few subtle entreaties but received only vague responses...I was confused, but not so much that I didn't recognize that I was adrift in a sea of subtle dream ambiguity...and I had the determination to wait them out without "breaking the flow" of the dream storyline and falling out of the LD. Even the younger black woman reappeared, maybe to make another challenge on my awareness, this time a sexual challenge- she walked straight by me in a slinky, low-cut dress that I hadn't noticed before and as she walked by she said something like- Yeah, he knows what he's looking for...I had no idea what that meant beyond the low-level sexual nature and the classical NP narrative of perplexing, mysterious questions and answers...
So, then it got creepy...and I still am yet to figure out if this is singular to me and my personal development or that it is a more normal occurrence for many, if not all of us. Twenty years ago, when I got a creepy feeling from a dream, like it was turning nightmarish, I learned to bring my awareness up in a flash and exit the dream. Ten years ago, I learned to slow that process down and sometimes let the creepy parts play out or unfold...and I learned something. I learned that quite often these creepy, semi-nightmares are actually healing dream processes that I should allow to unfold.
The 12-20 people in the room (now there is a ceiling) had formed a kind of conga line, moving in rhythm to the music and they were snaking their way around to me. About the fifth person back, she was holding a watermelon-sized glob of energetic material, like a glob of neon green silly putty. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw it and had an instant feeling of creepy mistrust (here goes the old creepy initiation ritual again, I thought). The glob of neon green was extended along the conga line of dancers like a taffy-pull, and the head of the energy was working its way towards me! Pulled along the conga line of dancers, the green energy was like a 20 foot long snake or dragon head and they brought it up right behind me. Only because I have been near or through similar creepy moments many times now, did I have the understanding that 'nothing can hurt me in the NP' and therefore I let it happen...twenty years ago, I would have run screaming...
The snake/dragon head very gently bites into me or attaches itself, from my neck and shoulders down to my butt. The energy begins to gently surround my torso, and I don't resist it. Trusting it, the energy envelopes me and I realize that I can simply disappear, I turn into an energy whirl and instantly disappear...I am gone for two seconds or twenty minutes, I cannot tell. When I reappear, I become aware and am in a large room with the 'club' group and I feel different and highly energized. I float upward until I am halfway up into the next floor, then float downward until I am halfway into the floor below me. Holding my arms out to my side, I can make the floorboards move like liquid waves, and I say to the group of 'club' onlookers that this is much like a simple OBE but I can now maneuver between levels as I desire; very interesting.
Next moment, I am standing in the room and many of the 'club members' are giving me subtle congratulations; just on what, I am not sure of. One of the seventy-year-old guys walks by chuckling about how much time and effort he spent giving me subtle dream hints to get to this point and knowing that I could do it. For the first time in this LD, my lucidity pops up and I ask him bluntly- Why didn't you just tell me directly?
He looks at me and chuckles-Because you know full well that's not the way it's done!
And I know he is right...
Standing in the middle of this apparent large living room, I realize that either I or someone else has tossed a small white object onto the carpet before me. It is like my Apple EarPods case, about 2.25" long by 1.5" wide... I am a bit baffled...two cats amble into the room, one a dark gray, the other an American shorthair. The shorthair rolls onto its back and playfully and expertly tumbles the white case within its four paws until a moment later the cat and the case turn into a furiously spinning curl of energy and suddenly disappear with a small lightning crack!
I realize that is what I just did and the damn cat is showing me that it's 'cats play'!
About four feet to my right, the air crackles again and the cat, in a furious little spin of energy, reappears...kicking the white case off to the side and walking away as if nothing special had happened.
That was the end of the lesson, but the dream doesn't necessarily always end at the same time. Nameless gave me a hint that helps.
The dream shifted to a downstairs kitchen (maybe downstairs is the first clue, lol) where I was holding half an uncooked chicken. My brilliant NP awareness was quick to ascertain that I was not there to cook chicken and I searched vainly for a trashcan but couldn't find one...finally I gave up and tossed it in the sink and walked away.
Nameless' very good advice is- When the Lucid Dream gets THAT stupid, it's time to walk away!
Honestly, I am still learning that lesson...