Lucid Dreaming
Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 1:26 am
I wanted to open a new topic about lucid dreaming so people can share their experiences and have a discussion on the topic. I’ll begin by presenting one that I had about 5 years back when I was doing Lucid dreaming experimentation. I wrote my experience in my magic journal the very moment after I woke up from it so the dream description is very close to what it was.
BEGIN JOURNAL:
It was the last of a series of dream I was having that night. By the end of the dream I was coming out of a kick boxing match. Some young kid named O’Neil (never seen him) won the match. I felt it was a fair judgment. So I stepped out of the building and that’s were the lucid dream began. I was going to the process of waking up but caught myself from exiting the dream. I immediately notice that, when I step out of the building, I step into total darkness. After assuring myself that I was still dreaming I got very excited and said to myself, “Ok, let’s explore this world”. At that moment this amazing world came into being. Colors were so bright and everything looked so real. The light source seems to come from everywhere even the sky, like sort of glow. The place I was in was like a small town with buildings no taller than two stories. There was a small theater to my left, the street was below me, a small plaza with trees at twelve o’clock low (NOTE: In my dreams I can usually fly, at this moment I was hovering a few meters above ground). It was either dawn or sunset. But the most surprising thing was that I was looking with stereoscopic vision (3D). It was the depth perception that made everything looked so real.
As I flew to a different part of town I recalled that I should put my attention to something interesting. There was this object in front of me that looked out of place because it did not look real. I was wondering if I put my attention it will schemer and disappear but it remained the same. Here I recalled what I read in two books written by Carlos Castaneda (Journey to Ixtlan and The Art of Dreaming) and immediately stared at my hand. It was very thin and slender, almost ghost like. It remained real for a short period then the fingers started to multiply and then blurred. The whole hand blurred shortly after.
I continue my travel but this time I was floating close to the ground more than flying. I passed between two crystal clear, almost mirror like ponds in the middle of another plaza. The ponds were enclosed in symmetrically correct rectangles made of concrete. This plaza was enclosed by pillars, behind the pillars there were walls. At one end of the plaza were the pathway ended, there was somebody standing, looking sort of surprise to me. The man had dirty blond hair; he was short and a bit overweight. I wanted to see what would happen if I talk to him. I asked for his name and he, still looking surprise and in a low voice said “Allen” or a name close to that. That was when I noticed a beautiful woman standing next to him looking at me even more surprise, her mouth open. This woman did not look real in contrast with the guy. She was red head, awesome cheekbones, she had everything in a woman that I find beautiful but multiplied by a factor of two. I continue my conversation with the man ignoring the woman. I asked him where was he from. He answered repeating my question back to me as he looked down. With his head still down he looked back at me with a sneer. Here I pulled out of the dream.
Comments:
There are a few things I noticed in this dream. There was no sound or smells. Even my short conversation with Allen was sort of telepathic but not the way I though telepathy should be. We were sharing not reading each other thoughts. The whole time I was afraid that the dream would wither and disappear, but all the way to the end everything looked rock solid. I remember very well my waking-up experience. I did not feel pull out nor passing through a tunnel. It is better described as a phase out. I am in this alternate world then I stepped out into darkness. As time moves on, the waking world concept begin to feel more real and closer and the other world begins to feel more distant like it was a dream. Last I gently open my eyes.
END JOURNAL
Please share you lucid dreams if you please. If you have any question about mine I’ll be happy to answer. I’m a very busy person so I’ll try to reply as soon as I can.
BEGIN JOURNAL:
It was the last of a series of dream I was having that night. By the end of the dream I was coming out of a kick boxing match. Some young kid named O’Neil (never seen him) won the match. I felt it was a fair judgment. So I stepped out of the building and that’s were the lucid dream began. I was going to the process of waking up but caught myself from exiting the dream. I immediately notice that, when I step out of the building, I step into total darkness. After assuring myself that I was still dreaming I got very excited and said to myself, “Ok, let’s explore this world”. At that moment this amazing world came into being. Colors were so bright and everything looked so real. The light source seems to come from everywhere even the sky, like sort of glow. The place I was in was like a small town with buildings no taller than two stories. There was a small theater to my left, the street was below me, a small plaza with trees at twelve o’clock low (NOTE: In my dreams I can usually fly, at this moment I was hovering a few meters above ground). It was either dawn or sunset. But the most surprising thing was that I was looking with stereoscopic vision (3D). It was the depth perception that made everything looked so real.
As I flew to a different part of town I recalled that I should put my attention to something interesting. There was this object in front of me that looked out of place because it did not look real. I was wondering if I put my attention it will schemer and disappear but it remained the same. Here I recalled what I read in two books written by Carlos Castaneda (Journey to Ixtlan and The Art of Dreaming) and immediately stared at my hand. It was very thin and slender, almost ghost like. It remained real for a short period then the fingers started to multiply and then blurred. The whole hand blurred shortly after.
I continue my travel but this time I was floating close to the ground more than flying. I passed between two crystal clear, almost mirror like ponds in the middle of another plaza. The ponds were enclosed in symmetrically correct rectangles made of concrete. This plaza was enclosed by pillars, behind the pillars there were walls. At one end of the plaza were the pathway ended, there was somebody standing, looking sort of surprise to me. The man had dirty blond hair; he was short and a bit overweight. I wanted to see what would happen if I talk to him. I asked for his name and he, still looking surprise and in a low voice said “Allen” or a name close to that. That was when I noticed a beautiful woman standing next to him looking at me even more surprise, her mouth open. This woman did not look real in contrast with the guy. She was red head, awesome cheekbones, she had everything in a woman that I find beautiful but multiplied by a factor of two. I continue my conversation with the man ignoring the woman. I asked him where was he from. He answered repeating my question back to me as he looked down. With his head still down he looked back at me with a sneer. Here I pulled out of the dream.
Comments:
There are a few things I noticed in this dream. There was no sound or smells. Even my short conversation with Allen was sort of telepathic but not the way I though telepathy should be. We were sharing not reading each other thoughts. The whole time I was afraid that the dream would wither and disappear, but all the way to the end everything looked rock solid. I remember very well my waking-up experience. I did not feel pull out nor passing through a tunnel. It is better described as a phase out. I am in this alternate world then I stepped out into darkness. As time moves on, the waking world concept begin to feel more real and closer and the other world begins to feel more distant like it was a dream. Last I gently open my eyes.
END JOURNAL
Please share you lucid dreams if you please. If you have any question about mine I’ll be happy to answer. I’m a very busy person so I’ll try to reply as soon as I can.