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23rd January 2012, 07:19
I had my first lucid dream last night that I felt I had to share this amazing experience – I’ve been awake for a good few hours but I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve been keeping a dream journal sporadically and meditating sporadically as well (with a cranky 6 month old it’s hard to find time to myself :)), but this one seemed to come out of nowhere.
Basically what happened is that there were three different occurrences in my night when I realized I was lucid – the first 2 times only lasted seconds, but the third time lasted for quite a while. This seemed strange to me, as I always thought that if you woke up or were kicked out of a lucid dream that was it for the night… it’s quite humbling to see how little I know or understand. I’m not sure how it is for everyone else, but my normal dreams are pretty wild and don’t make much sense when I do remember them. More than that I never have clear vision during or after when I remember them – my vision always seems to be like when I am drunk; I have clearish focus on what’s directly in front of me but everything else is blurry. Even the clear vision is like looking through a haze. So on to my night:
I was at a convention with my previous employer and a current employee from work when I decided to head home by foot through town. While I was walking down a long street I thought to myself “Holy **** I’m dreaming”! At the same time Zuul showed up (see below for explanation*), and even though I knew it was a dream I did my usually jump and tried to fly away instead of doing a big jump. Looked down and he was still there and I was still afraid, and I started to wake up… Instead of waking up as normal (which always happens in these scenarios) the dream started to fade and I tried to fight it, which led me to another normal dream. Lucidity lasted 4-5 seconds I would guess. The fade I experienced was sort of like a slow fade to black.
*Just to give a bit of background about me – my dad took me to see Ghostbusters when I was 2 or 3 and the scenes with Zuul scared the bejesus out of me. I had nightmares every night for months, and years after he would show up. It got less as I got older but I’d say once every month or two I have a dream where he shows up and I am still scared of him in the dream, which is strange because I don’t have any major fears in RL. He shows up in the following way 95% of the time; I think about him suddenly: “What if Zuul would be here now?” I turn around and I see nothing and turn back. I immediately turn back again (sort of a double check) and see him charging at me at 50km intent on running me down and ramming his horns into my back. He is always quite large, changing from the size of a hippo to the size of a truck. I always end up jumping abnormally high as he passes underneath me and I wake myself up (I don’t think that he has “caught” me since I was a very young child). I ALWAYS wake myself up which is strange that I didn’t wake up this time.
Next dream:
I was with some friends playing some kind of game where we were at the top of a huge hilly area with jungles below we had to glide/ski down to reach a certain point, picking up tremendous amounts of speed and going airborne between hills before landing on the next downhill to continue with the momentum.. I can’t remember the exact point of what we were doing but I think whoever reached a certain point won, although we might have just done it for fun. At some point when skiing down I realized that this was kind of amazing with wind rushing past me I realized I was dreaming and got so excited at the idea that I realized I was losing focus. After 2-3 seconds it started to fade out and I went back to normal dreaming.
Next dream:
Somehow I ended up in a city that reminded me of Italy but with more spacious roads (maybe someplace like Milano) and I realized that I was once again dreaming. I tried to remain calm this time so as not to lose the lucidity. Looking at a building I jumped up on top of the fire escape and was standing on the banister. I thought to myself, I’d like to jump across the street Matrix style to see if I can. The banister provided a tiny surface area to stand on, certainly not enough to make a running step. I thought to myself “I I believe I can make it I will, and vice versa – there can be no doubts”. I imagined a wooden platform rising from the ground and extending the surface area of the banister, including an entire support stricture with nuts and bolts connecting it to the fire escape – all just flying and locking into place! I took a step to bring my momentum forward and jumped! The only problem was, I jumped straight up in the air with no forward movement. I kept floating up (floating is the best term, as I wasn’t moving fast) and tried to understand what went wrong. I started rising almost towards the top of the buildings (each was 6-7 floors I would guess in height) and willed myself to move forward. I changed my body angle and started moving toward the building across the street (distance of about 60-75m… one big street!) and started moving fast! Before I reached it, I landed back in the street and was absolutely amazed. I became excited again but controlled myself to be calm (so as not to lose the lucidity) and jumped up fast to try and fly around. Quickly after I got a better view of the city (maybe got the height of 100m, I grounded myself quickly so as not to attract the attention of anything unwanted. At this point I wasn’t sure whether or not it was a dream state or astral walking, and I wanted to be safe. Upon landing I started to see a few people in small groups walking the streets who seemed to also be lucid dreaming… maybe a total of 7-8 people were on the streets, including one woman in an 1800’s outfit with an umbrella to protect from the sun.
I can’t remember exactly what happened next but I was with some surfer looking guy with a shaved head (shaved like a swimmer) who was leading me into a hotel lobby like room (in terms of space, not luxury) and we sat at a table with 5 or 6 other people. I told the man (I think his name was Jake) to call my parents phone number when we wake up so I’ll know this really took place (ever the skeptic). I remember writing the number very sloppily on a piece of paper and handing it to him. Two of the women that were there thought it was very cute – I felt like I was writing as if I had just learned to write (the numbers were barely legible so I ended up re-writing it more carefully). Just to recap: my dreams are ALWAYS a blurry, almost like I am looking at them when drunk (where only something is clear if I focus and the peripherals are moving) but this was 90% as clear as when I’m awake. I even mentioned this during our conversation and thought how amazing it was. I felt very much that I was with people that were very experienced in lucid dreaming and were happy/amused that I was so excited that this was my first time.
Jake led me to a gathering of 100-200 people – the lobby building was close by and there was a huge open area where I saw tons of people gathering and talking amongst themselves (it had the feel of a university campus almost, where groups of people chatting amongst themselves, not an orderly crowd). I asked Jake if Pane Andov was there as I really wanted to meet/talk to him and he took me a few steps towards him but Pane was in a big rush to head back towards the building complex we spoke about (this lead me to doubt in the dream that I was astral traveling – what are the chances of seeing him?).
At some point the dream started to fade to black which reminded me of the previous times that night I was” kicked out”, so I fought calmly to stay. Everything faded completely but got a bit brighter as I realized that the overcast skies had turned black – black clouds jetted with the sunset orange. They had a foreboding look and everyone there kind of huddled together (more closer than they were before, which was very spread out) and things got quiet. I had no idea what happened but felt very much like the new kid on the block. Regardless, I took a few steps forward closed my eyes, raised my hands the sky and let out a shout while imagining myself projecting white light directly up at the storm. This is strange, because I am usually reserved in big crowds, especially when I am not as experienced in something as others around me – I prefer to listen and learn before I contribute so I have something of value to bring to the table. I’m not sure what effect it had but it did dissipative after a bit.
Next I found myself in a big room with a bunch of people, again each talking amongst themselves a la a college campus. Room dimensions were approximately 30-40m across, length I don’t know (I stayed towards the back of the room). I was there with a few surfer guys, one of whom had a red surfing board suspended in mid-air near him. I lived in Brazil in RL for 2 months and surfed every day (albeit not very well :)) and decided to try my surfing legs – after all I could do anything in a dream. I hopped on and tried to create a small amount of water under the surfboard to surf me from one end of the room the other but I wasn’t able to do it very well. They all thought it was a riot and showed me how it’s done – they jumped up and started surfing like pros. The whole time I felt like a curious kid and everyone else was laughing at me in an indulging sort of way. I think there might have been a few more newbies like me trying to get a feel for things, but I don’t think I paid much attention to them, being too focused on getting things right and using my time. At one point I went up to the wall and thought how I’d like to climb the wall like a frog. I imagined my finger and toe tips covered with a green gel or sorts to help me stick. I had some success staying suspended but wanted to crawl sideways along the wall... Every time I tried crawling my hands would remain stuck, so my feet would slide until I was vertical. Eventually I tried to tell myself that gravity doesn’t exist where we are and I seemed to internalize it. I was attached to the wall horizontally and started crawling a bit around the room. It was amazing and felt like a huge success.
I got down from crawling and noticed this really cute blonde woman walking around between everyone. I felt like it would be time for me to wake up soon, but before I did I needed to tell her how beautiful she was. I lightly touched her arm as she walked by to get her attention and told her so (not to “hit on her” as I remember I did have a wife back with my body:)) but she was so stunning I had to say something, if only to compliment her as she seemed so nice and caring. She gave me a big smile and thanked me but kept on with her duties. I can’t recall if someone told me or if the knowledge just came to me, but she was in charge of the “children” and making sure we are getting along okay (with me being one of the children). Soon I felt the dream start to fade away again, and as it was fading I couldn’t help but smiling at how wonderful I felt – I had finally had a lucid dream! I woke up very well rested at 5:45 and tried to stay in bed with my eyes closed to try and go over as much of the dream as I could so I wouldn’t forget it or the sequence… some things I couldn’t remember (like my conversation with Jake and the group of people), but I remembered quite a bit. Took me about 30 minutes to jot everything down with many spelling errors, but it was amazing.
The connection points sometimes seem a bit hazy and I’m not sure if that’s normal, but man… what an experience! I had to share this here as I’m sure some of you can relate to this.
Thanks for reading!
Basically what happened is that there were three different occurrences in my night when I realized I was lucid – the first 2 times only lasted seconds, but the third time lasted for quite a while. This seemed strange to me, as I always thought that if you woke up or were kicked out of a lucid dream that was it for the night… it’s quite humbling to see how little I know or understand. I’m not sure how it is for everyone else, but my normal dreams are pretty wild and don’t make much sense when I do remember them. More than that I never have clear vision during or after when I remember them – my vision always seems to be like when I am drunk; I have clearish focus on what’s directly in front of me but everything else is blurry. Even the clear vision is like looking through a haze. So on to my night:
I was at a convention with my previous employer and a current employee from work when I decided to head home by foot through town. While I was walking down a long street I thought to myself “Holy **** I’m dreaming”! At the same time Zuul showed up (see below for explanation*), and even though I knew it was a dream I did my usually jump and tried to fly away instead of doing a big jump. Looked down and he was still there and I was still afraid, and I started to wake up… Instead of waking up as normal (which always happens in these scenarios) the dream started to fade and I tried to fight it, which led me to another normal dream. Lucidity lasted 4-5 seconds I would guess. The fade I experienced was sort of like a slow fade to black.
*Just to give a bit of background about me – my dad took me to see Ghostbusters when I was 2 or 3 and the scenes with Zuul scared the bejesus out of me. I had nightmares every night for months, and years after he would show up. It got less as I got older but I’d say once every month or two I have a dream where he shows up and I am still scared of him in the dream, which is strange because I don’t have any major fears in RL. He shows up in the following way 95% of the time; I think about him suddenly: “What if Zuul would be here now?” I turn around and I see nothing and turn back. I immediately turn back again (sort of a double check) and see him charging at me at 50km intent on running me down and ramming his horns into my back. He is always quite large, changing from the size of a hippo to the size of a truck. I always end up jumping abnormally high as he passes underneath me and I wake myself up (I don’t think that he has “caught” me since I was a very young child). I ALWAYS wake myself up which is strange that I didn’t wake up this time.
Next dream:
I was with some friends playing some kind of game where we were at the top of a huge hilly area with jungles below we had to glide/ski down to reach a certain point, picking up tremendous amounts of speed and going airborne between hills before landing on the next downhill to continue with the momentum.. I can’t remember the exact point of what we were doing but I think whoever reached a certain point won, although we might have just done it for fun. At some point when skiing down I realized that this was kind of amazing with wind rushing past me I realized I was dreaming and got so excited at the idea that I realized I was losing focus. After 2-3 seconds it started to fade out and I went back to normal dreaming.
Next dream:
Somehow I ended up in a city that reminded me of Italy but with more spacious roads (maybe someplace like Milano) and I realized that I was once again dreaming. I tried to remain calm this time so as not to lose the lucidity. Looking at a building I jumped up on top of the fire escape and was standing on the banister. I thought to myself, I’d like to jump across the street Matrix style to see if I can. The banister provided a tiny surface area to stand on, certainly not enough to make a running step. I thought to myself “I I believe I can make it I will, and vice versa – there can be no doubts”. I imagined a wooden platform rising from the ground and extending the surface area of the banister, including an entire support stricture with nuts and bolts connecting it to the fire escape – all just flying and locking into place! I took a step to bring my momentum forward and jumped! The only problem was, I jumped straight up in the air with no forward movement. I kept floating up (floating is the best term, as I wasn’t moving fast) and tried to understand what went wrong. I started rising almost towards the top of the buildings (each was 6-7 floors I would guess in height) and willed myself to move forward. I changed my body angle and started moving toward the building across the street (distance of about 60-75m… one big street!) and started moving fast! Before I reached it, I landed back in the street and was absolutely amazed. I became excited again but controlled myself to be calm (so as not to lose the lucidity) and jumped up fast to try and fly around. Quickly after I got a better view of the city (maybe got the height of 100m, I grounded myself quickly so as not to attract the attention of anything unwanted. At this point I wasn’t sure whether or not it was a dream state or astral walking, and I wanted to be safe. Upon landing I started to see a few people in small groups walking the streets who seemed to also be lucid dreaming… maybe a total of 7-8 people were on the streets, including one woman in an 1800’s outfit with an umbrella to protect from the sun.
I can’t remember exactly what happened next but I was with some surfer looking guy with a shaved head (shaved like a swimmer) who was leading me into a hotel lobby like room (in terms of space, not luxury) and we sat at a table with 5 or 6 other people. I told the man (I think his name was Jake) to call my parents phone number when we wake up so I’ll know this really took place (ever the skeptic). I remember writing the number very sloppily on a piece of paper and handing it to him. Two of the women that were there thought it was very cute – I felt like I was writing as if I had just learned to write (the numbers were barely legible so I ended up re-writing it more carefully). Just to recap: my dreams are ALWAYS a blurry, almost like I am looking at them when drunk (where only something is clear if I focus and the peripherals are moving) but this was 90% as clear as when I’m awake. I even mentioned this during our conversation and thought how amazing it was. I felt very much that I was with people that were very experienced in lucid dreaming and were happy/amused that I was so excited that this was my first time.
Jake led me to a gathering of 100-200 people – the lobby building was close by and there was a huge open area where I saw tons of people gathering and talking amongst themselves (it had the feel of a university campus almost, where groups of people chatting amongst themselves, not an orderly crowd). I asked Jake if Pane Andov was there as I really wanted to meet/talk to him and he took me a few steps towards him but Pane was in a big rush to head back towards the building complex we spoke about (this lead me to doubt in the dream that I was astral traveling – what are the chances of seeing him?).
At some point the dream started to fade to black which reminded me of the previous times that night I was” kicked out”, so I fought calmly to stay. Everything faded completely but got a bit brighter as I realized that the overcast skies had turned black – black clouds jetted with the sunset orange. They had a foreboding look and everyone there kind of huddled together (more closer than they were before, which was very spread out) and things got quiet. I had no idea what happened but felt very much like the new kid on the block. Regardless, I took a few steps forward closed my eyes, raised my hands the sky and let out a shout while imagining myself projecting white light directly up at the storm. This is strange, because I am usually reserved in big crowds, especially when I am not as experienced in something as others around me – I prefer to listen and learn before I contribute so I have something of value to bring to the table. I’m not sure what effect it had but it did dissipative after a bit.
Next I found myself in a big room with a bunch of people, again each talking amongst themselves a la a college campus. Room dimensions were approximately 30-40m across, length I don’t know (I stayed towards the back of the room). I was there with a few surfer guys, one of whom had a red surfing board suspended in mid-air near him. I lived in Brazil in RL for 2 months and surfed every day (albeit not very well :)) and decided to try my surfing legs – after all I could do anything in a dream. I hopped on and tried to create a small amount of water under the surfboard to surf me from one end of the room the other but I wasn’t able to do it very well. They all thought it was a riot and showed me how it’s done – they jumped up and started surfing like pros. The whole time I felt like a curious kid and everyone else was laughing at me in an indulging sort of way. I think there might have been a few more newbies like me trying to get a feel for things, but I don’t think I paid much attention to them, being too focused on getting things right and using my time. At one point I went up to the wall and thought how I’d like to climb the wall like a frog. I imagined my finger and toe tips covered with a green gel or sorts to help me stick. I had some success staying suspended but wanted to crawl sideways along the wall... Every time I tried crawling my hands would remain stuck, so my feet would slide until I was vertical. Eventually I tried to tell myself that gravity doesn’t exist where we are and I seemed to internalize it. I was attached to the wall horizontally and started crawling a bit around the room. It was amazing and felt like a huge success.
I got down from crawling and noticed this really cute blonde woman walking around between everyone. I felt like it would be time for me to wake up soon, but before I did I needed to tell her how beautiful she was. I lightly touched her arm as she walked by to get her attention and told her so (not to “hit on her” as I remember I did have a wife back with my body:)) but she was so stunning I had to say something, if only to compliment her as she seemed so nice and caring. She gave me a big smile and thanked me but kept on with her duties. I can’t recall if someone told me or if the knowledge just came to me, but she was in charge of the “children” and making sure we are getting along okay (with me being one of the children). Soon I felt the dream start to fade away again, and as it was fading I couldn’t help but smiling at how wonderful I felt – I had finally had a lucid dream! I woke up very well rested at 5:45 and tried to stay in bed with my eyes closed to try and go over as much of the dream as I could so I wouldn’t forget it or the sequence… some things I couldn’t remember (like my conversation with Jake and the group of people), but I remembered quite a bit. Took me about 30 minutes to jot everything down with many spelling errors, but it was amazing.
The connection points sometimes seem a bit hazy and I’m not sure if that’s normal, but man… what an experience! I had to share this here as I’m sure some of you can relate to this.
Thanks for reading!