Here's a little dream for us all. We were doing a strange sort of nighttime candlelight vigil: all of us stood in a clearing in the woods, facing south, sleeping. Facing us was a Keelin-like woman who stood holding a tray with one purple votive candle for each of us, aligned in rows as were we. I found myself suddenly wide awake and feeling rested, so I offered to hold the tray for the rest of the night while she took a turn at sleeping. With a little hesitation she assented and showed me what to do: I was to keep three candles burning at all times.

I like it. It probably means something; I don't know what.....

Joy

Joy:

That is an amazingly intriguing image, and it brings two questions (among many that could surface from such an allotment of symbols):

1. Do you know to whom the three candles you were to keep lit corresponded, since they were arranged in rows, like the sleepers were?

2. If you're willing to share, what's your religious background/ancestry? I'm not looking to interpret anything, because such things should be left to professionals who sit with you for years, but it would help to define possible archetypes wandering through your dream.

Even if you choose not to answer either question (which would be okay, of course), your dream has inspired hours of interesting contemplation for me - thanks for sharing!

Peter

Dearest Dream campers

I had the oddest experience the other day'and I thought, wow, I need to tell my dream friends about this.

I have a piece of exercise equipment I use to keep my wrists in shape for windsurfing called a dynabee. It works on the principal of gyration, and once you get the little sucker going, the task is to keep it spinning, and keep it steady. Seeing as it rotates at 8,000 rams and generates forty pounds of pressure it seems to be an alternative form of energy, and that's when I had my moment. Because it replicates the sensation of lucidity, although significantly further from the libido, It caused a flashback. There I was driving down the road exercising and wham, all of a sudden I was experiencing the sensation of the transition to lucidity. I got the giggles immediately. Here is a link to what one looks like. http://cp.digiweb.com/prod03.html

I also experimented with the reflection one has in a window, when you focus on different images. The one of you in the reflection, and the image inside the glass. While I was doing this I imagined that I was becoming lucid and my mind was queuing on the other realm, lucidity. I had a lucid dream that night while looking into a sheet of glass, although it was very short. As I became lucid I lost my sight. This time I did not let it bother me, and gently floated around as an astronaut would in space, and then woke up.

Wishing everyone well, and Muchas gracias to mishelley productions for web distribution of that frogs dream. Man, something seems awfully familiar about that thing.

( : smyles : )

Myles, way cool!

Peter, good questions and I don't mind - happy to have my trusted dream friends proffer insights - I'd like to know what your hours of contemplation have turned up! I think I'm still too close to the literal experience to catch some of the symbolism and because I felt this was a dream for all of us, invite anyone's thoughts.

1. It seemed to me that the candles all had a turn at being lit, three at a time.

2. I was raised Catholic and have revisited very recently.

3. You didn't ask three questions! but the third answer is, I've just begun working/playing with chakra visualizations in which purple is associated with the "third eye."

So -- ?

Joy

Myles, I was thinking of your "air into sea" dream and I came up with a really quick cut of some of the video I shot in Arizona while visiting Shelley (we did some truly great all night sleep shooting, much more advanced than my lucid.tv green night footage)

Anyway, if you are curious to see my rendition of an air to sea transformation, check out:

http://www.lucid.tv/shelley/back_to_Kalani4b.mov

Everybody, thanks for the nice comments regarding the "Shelley Cut" video. A larger version with audio will be available at some point. I can also burn this to DVD for anybody. Just le me know if you want a copy. Mishelley productions hey? I like that...

Michel

I see the Quick time control bar, but no video.

curious? duh, dude, totally stoked to see it? YEA!

Bring it on

( : smyles : )

Myles, its a Quicktime 5 clip, compressed using Sorenson 3... do ya have Quicktime 5 installed? If not Ill whip up another version of the clip. It will take me 24h or so as I`m away from my main cpu right now (why does that sound like a line from Tron?)

Michel

Thanks for the update. That was infact my problem, but I downloaded the latest version, and POW! I.m all over it. I LOVE IT! Regarding copies of your art burned to DVD, I would love a copy. Joy hooked me up with Pay Pal, so I can send money to your email address. Just let me know how much.

Party on Wayne!

Excelllent!

( : smyley : )

Joy: Remember this dream?

"Here's a little dream for us all. We were doing a strange sort of nighttime candlelight vigil: all of us stood in a clearing in the woods, facing south, sleeping. Facing us was a Keelin-like woman who stood holding a tray with one purple votive candle for each of us, aligned in rows as were we. I found myself suddenly wide awake and feeling rested, so I offered to hold the tray for the rest of the night while she took a turn at sleeping. With a little hesitation she assented and showed me what to do: I was to keep three candles burning at all times.'

Well, I finally rounded up a couple of thoughts on it, and thought I would share. They sounded a lot better while rattling about in my brain, but maybe you can read anyway for a laugh"

1. First, the obvious: You are waiting for the sleepers to awaken and since you got to wakefulness first, you felt it was okay to relieve Keelin, and also that it was important enough to hang around. The waiting is the purple (a traditional symbol of waiting/hope in Catholicism, especially during lent). Now the cool part in this version is twofold, because you and Keelin are both waiting for something very big (hence all the "threes,' which relate to mythic power in any number of belief systems; and the lit candles) and the rest of the dreamers only appear asleep because they are all standing, so the wait might not be too long. Makes me wonder what that big thing might be" And how "bout that Keelin for getting us all on the right path to wakefulness and being there for us, regardless of her fatigue, when we awake?

2. Now the second, less obvious (but much more fun) view, and the reason my interest was piqued in the first place: One of your personal goals, as I understand it, is to find an ethereal connection between dreamers through their dreams, to enable us to communicate with each other at the spiritual level. Well, by virtue of the prerequisite thought you've put to the subject, you're already "awake,' relative to the rest of us Kalani dreamers, so you're willing to take up Keelin's vigil while you wait for us to get up to speed. This time the purple still means the same thing, but it's just you (and the Keelin surrogate) who is waiting. The candles are truly votive, by acting as beacons to the truth you've already discovered. It would make sense that only three at a time be lit ' ever have a conversation with 18 people simultaneously? This implies also that you feel Keelin is already where you want to be, though her fatigue, and incomplete presence, betray a lack of confidence by one or both of you in that truth. It also would imply that you think we've got it in us to reach those higher levels of consciousness ' thanks!

Please note also that these are NOT interpretations, in the classic psychological or bookstore-dream-guide sense. They are closer to archetypical translations, without any artificial meaning added for flavor. Or they're just nonsensical ramblings of a hapless dreamer who tends to find depth in almost anything'.

Myles, glad you got to see the video.

Just before I read that you were successful I started compressing a windows version of the clip... as I hate to waste a good compression... here is the url to the same clip but as a windows media file (it's the same dimension but it's of a different file size, it's a faster download than the quicktime)

http://www.lucid.tv/shelley/back_to_Kalani4.wmv

Peter - Thank you! I like! Gotta go to work - more tomorrow on my day off - (& I have a great dream to tell from this morning, plus two funny little ones)- see you then, Joy

...except I don't think I'm "awake" relative to anyone, except maybe myself at some earlier time, I hope....

Along those lines, sort of, here's the first of the funny little dreams I mentioned: much to my amazement, I found myself levitating! - floating in a sitting position about a meter off the floor. How did I get so, like, spiritually advanced all of a sudden? I pointed out my state to a companion who acted politely interested but didn't have anything to say. So I practiced my new-found ability, seeing what I could do: go higher? move around? "A lot like flying in a dream!" I thought. "Hmmmm.... TOO much like flying in a dream."

Incredulous, because everything was so realistic and I didn't remember any break in continuity, I looked for dream signs and finally noticed that the ceiling of the room had changed from white to natural wood. "Dang! So I can't levitate!" But at least I had the sense to stay in the dream and enjoy some aerobatics for a while!

Good night, best of dreams to all,

Joy

Here's the other funny little one, the sequel, the following night: I was watching a movie and had my dream notes with me. Lines from the movie and comments from people sitting near me began to coincide exactly with what I'd dreamed. Wow! What an amazingly accurate premonition! I was pointing out my notes to the people near me: "Look - I dreamed this!" but they weren't especially interested. Eventually I realized, "Oh - I'm dreaming NOW." - and instead of being pleased at finding myself lucid, I was really disappointed that I wasn't so psychic after all!

I have to go teach a Girl Scout troop how to belly dance - more later if I have time -

Joy

p.s. been meaning to mention - in that candle dream, I mentioned rows but neither the people nor the candles were standing in straight rows - more wave-like, randomized - can you see us standing in straight rows? not me!

Dearest dream revelers

Lucy visited last night , twice, but I won't bore you with both.

Hanging 10 in my father in law's wagon.

I was traveling as passenger in a station wagon, country squire type circa 1973, with my Father in law down the dream road. A bit like the rocky coast around Kalani, imagine that. I gazed up in the air, and that's when it struck me. Way, way overhead was a beautiful cresting wave. Tsunami type complete with surfers, and it was headed straight for the wagon, down the dream road. No worries, I just flashed with lucidity, and was totally going for it. As the wagon met the wave, we drove straight through it and as we passed through I looked up through the window in the wagon and could see the surfers passing over-head through the clear blue water. At this point it gets a little fuzzy, and I lose my eyesight, something that is happening a little to regular for my liking. Needless to say it was totally radical, and I woke completely stoked.

Your smiling beach monkey bro

( : smyles : )

That's Lucy in the sky!

Go ahead, "bore" us more!

O.K. Joy'you asked for it.

I'm standing at a window in our bedroom at night gazing out. Dana is asleep in bed behind me, and I notice our cat Roba rubbing against the door. This seemed strange, as he is an outdoor cat (nasty allergies), and he usually sleeps at our neighbors house. Then the second odd occurrence happens, there is a person outside now, and I go lucid. My first thought is to go see who it is, and I attempt to float through the window. As I begin to go through I notice a resistance, but continue anyway. The window seems to disappear more around me, then I seem to slip through it. The moment I got through I lost my eyesight. I start to spin and shake, and nearly thought I awoke, but when I looked at my clock it wasn't the neon time. It was neon madras. I spun again, and bazooka! I was in a huge green flowing field with lots of people chatting. I began following an attractive blonde women and noticed planes doing aerobatic tricks over a foggy mountain peak, and a circus of little people juggling. It was the clearest image yet I have imagined. I turned my focus to a women sunning herself on a blanket, and as she rolled over I noticed she was pregnant. I went blind again. Imagine that. Peter, take a stab at explaining that one.

( : smyles : )

Wow! Good one, Myles!

I notice you and Lucy have been seeing a lot of each other since Kalani. (Good thing Dana likes her too!)

I leave interpretation to you and Peter with his good eye for archetypes, but I find myself having fun with the idea that the pregnant woman is "Lucy" - indeed your lucid self, soon to give birth to.... ?

Peter, your thoughts on the candle dream are very much appreciated, and fit well with the feelings and ideas I have about it. I had gotten as far as thinking that the candles represent us dreamers and the lit ones being something special that can happen to three at a time while we sleep, and sensing that it's something mysterious and good and feeling honored to play a helpful role.

You're right about one of my personal goals and I like very much how you express it: "to find an ethereal connection between dreamers through their dreams, to enable us to communicate with each other at the spiritual level." For me the greatest magic at Kalani and since, is the extent to which this has occurred. I guess it could be said that I'm "awake" in this particular aspect by virtue of having put some thought and intent into it - what makes it happen is everyone's awake-ness - my sense of it is that we are a mix of people who are each awake in different aspects and who act as superb catalysts for one another.

Remember a dream I posted soon after getting back? - I had a sense of everyone's presence and said, "Quick, someone tell us what we're doing," and Bryan's umistakeable voice immediately responded "All facing inward like the spokes of a wheel." Then the image came into focus: all of us in a circle, caught in a moment of action, having advanced to different degrees toward the center.

Some time later I got e-mail from Bryan (Bryan, hope you don't mind my posting this) saying he was amazed and touched, because he didn't recall ever mentioning it at Kalani (I never heard it) but this is one of his personal favorite and most-often-used analogies for religious diversity and individual spiritual development: all different spokes of one wheel, advancing toward a common center.

So... is that beautiful and true, or what?!

Joy:

I agree; even when you described the "three rows" of people I never imagined them being in perfect, or even tidy order -- we all move in way to many directions for that! I'm glad I could help, though, and also very excited to read your account of the dream 'with' Bryan. That's very encouraging.

Myles: Can't touch that one, it's way out of my league! It almost sounds like you spun into what I often call (and have) "someone else's dream" when you wound up on that green field! I do have one question, though: if you remember, how did you feel when that pregnant woman rolled over?

Peter

Speaking of Bryan's distinctive voice... here is a cut of the "dreams are" audio I recorded in Kalani...

http://www.lucid.tv/drelika/dreams_are_audio.mp3

I was not going to let you guys here it now as it's going to be included in a video I'm working on but I just love hearing all your voices so much that I just can't wait to share ;)

"here it now" should have been "hear it now" of course ';)

Bee Hear Know... That is so fun to listen to - & I can recognize most of the voices & some I can't quite place; not sure if I should keep trying, or ask for a playlist!

Okay, I said a few days ago there was a dream I really wanted to tell you all - such fun and it touches on a few topics that have been kicking around elsewhere in this forum lately; the true forum fiends (hi, Ralf) will find it here.

On remembering I was dreaming I decided not to just fly off compulsively this time, but focus in on detail. Suddenly I found myself walking across the living room of my childhood home saying, "Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna play the piano!"

I went to the corner where the piano used to be. There was none, but I thought, "That's okay - I'll just start playing and it will come." I was equally untroubled by the fact that in waking life, although I love music, my musical skills and knowledge are next to zero.

So I sat in front of the vague image of an imaginary piano and confidently began to play. I plunged right into a complex modern composition with elements of classical and jazz. I could hear the music perfectly - all the notes of the chords - at least ten fingers' worth! I could feel the keys, gradually more realistically, and slowly their image became vivid too.

The music came into being almost on its own: I had to think about where to put my hands to produce the music as I was hearing it. Once when the melody switched places with the base line I crossed my hands, then figured out that wasn't necessary.... I even wondered if it would go on like a player piano if I stopped, but I really wanted the kinesthetic and tactile experience of playing it.

Meanwhile I enjoyed the music as it grew in its rich complexity. Dissonant elements would enter it, just enough for a strong flavor before I would guide it back toward more viscerally pleasing harmonies. Finally it built through a soaring crescendo and ended with four tremendous chords - the fourth dissatisfying because it wasn't what the progression led one to expect; then with its haunting notes still ringing, I reached out my little finger and added that last high bell-like note that made it perfect! "Ahhhh! I should wake up now," I thought happily, and I did....

That concludes the Joy Report for this week! Good nights, and pleasant dreams!

Donde encontrar una campana que suene adentro de tus suenos?

Pablo Neruda, El libro de las preguntas

(Where to find a bell that will ring in your dreams?)

Michel:

I listened to your audio; and never would have thought before hereing it that the same two sentences read over and over could be so moving.

Thanks for sharing!

Peter

Peter

I like your theory of someone else's dream.

Regarding my feeling when she rolled over, my thoughts were focusing on a sexual theme before hand, so very startled would have to be my answer. I lost my sight over it. Oddly enough now in thinking back about the scene it raises a sexual context. The fact that she was pregnant probably jarred my conscious level more than my unconscious level, because remembering back when Dana was pregnant she was extremely sexy.

Questions for the audience"

Do any of you lose a sense when something odd or disturbing happens? Thea, this might be your touch or taste, but with me it's sight because I'm finding it's such a crutch for me.

Anyone heard of thin & thick boundaries? I watched a show on TV. the other night, which stated people have a preponderance to different thick nesses between their dream reality and their reality, reality. Thick walled people rarely remember their dreams. It's black and white for them, but thin walled people allow for the merging of the two.

Party on Group!

( : smyles : )

Hi, fellow dreamers!

Very enJOYed the piano thing and some other lines of discussion, like being in another ones dream.

Myles, the fading of senses is typical for me, when I become lucid. See the "Prolonging" thread.

Hope to be inspired by you all after a long dry spell. I drift into sleep very unfocussed these days.

You'll not get lost in the wilderness With a lighted candle in your breast

(Go down, Moses)

Visiting my sister and family a few days ago, I woke in the middle of the night to find my sister reading aloud to my five-year-old niece. In the morning my niece told me it was because she'd had a scary dream. I asked her what the dream was about and she said "I can't remember now, but I often dream that scary skeletons are chasing me."

I said, "That's an interesting dream. Maybe next time you could tell them, "You don't scare me! Would you like to play with me?"

Her seven-year-old brother said, "Or you could just say, 'Would you like to play with me?'" I agreed that this would be a much nicer way to introduce oneself. My niece liked the idea.

When I saw her again three days later she reported happily to me, "I dreamed I was dancing and laughing with skeletons! Now skeletons scare me in the daytime but they don't scare me in my dreams anymore."

I found this really touching and gratifying, especially considering that skeletons may represent the fear of death (I remember lying awake at night pondering the nature of death at that age, likely prompted by the children's prayer oddly popular in those days, "...if I should die before I wake...")

Rudimentary dream control seems to be so easy for kids! - all it takes is the least suggestion - they take for granted that it's possible. Just thought I'd pass this story on as a reminder because everyone has kids in your life and you never know when you'll get a chance to spread a little lucidity... & Joy

Dear Kalani Dreamers,

While I have a few moments here, I want to say "Mahalo, Joy!" Those candles were starting to get heavy! ;) I know it wasn't my dream, but because you shared it here, I did get to enjoy the lovely vision of our Kalani companions, faces bright and vivid in the candlelight. And, Peter, your eyes were wide open...

Michel: Tried to hear the the "dreams are" audio, but nothing happened. Perhaps my computer is not able to receive it?

Aloha to all! Keelin

Hi Keelin,

Let me give you a hand (and in a pinch, I'd give you my arms and legs). I believe you are a Mac head right? The file is a "normal" mp3 that should work well on both macs and pc's. Have you listened to mp3's on your computer before?

Joy,

Thank you very much for posting the piano dream. It's been very helpfull for me as I've been applying the "if I just start playing it will appear" concept.

Peter,

I owe you an email bad! Glad you liked the audio so much, it is special to listen to all the great accents!

Been dreaming tons lately and have 6 or 7 Lucids racked up in the last few weeks. ;)

Michele:

And I look forward to hearing from you!

So, will you be sharing any of those LD's? And in what format?

Peter

Peter has privately agreed to A) pay for my sex change or B) Stop calling me by a girls name ;)

Peter also told me that he has a 600 word interesting LD to post but he thinks he'll bore us! I for one would not be bored by a 600 word LD. I'm sure if a few of us would say "go aheah and post it" he would!

And Peter, if you post it, I'll post a few of my LD's. Deal? ;)

I'm not very present these days. I'm getting ready to move to Montreal! That's a 1000 km move to the city ;)

Although I am busy I found the time to record a "Pepe le pew" cartoon for Thea. In Kalani I had promised to find a clip for her as I knew she would get an immense kick out of hearing all that "Le Purrrrr" audio ;)

At the moment I only have the audio version and the "straight" video versions up. Shortly I'll work on a descriptive video for Thea.

Those who are curious can see or hear these files by visiting www.lucid.tv/thea

That's http://www.lucid.tv/thea for the "I won't cut and past it but I'll click on it" crowd ;)

Michel:

Okay, it's a deal - not the sex-change funding; the dream (which actually runs closer to 700 words - sorry folks!).

I had this "reverse lucidity" dream several weeks ago, but I can still remember it perfectly:

The dream opened with me in a strange room talking to a high-school-attractive young woman of about 16 (slim, blond hair, blue eyes, medium height) wearing and a red satin chemise. An old woman who I also didn't recognize was standing beside her. The girl was speaking earnestly to me, but I don't remember, or never heard, what she said. What I did "hear" was her admission of allegiance (not love, literally) to me, and that her devotion and high level of caring were sincere. I was impressed, and so was the old woman (who never spoke ' she had a Bea Arthur look about her ' stern, serene, and wise). I asked the girl a question, which I remember vividly:

"So, what you're saying is that if I don't give you your clothes back, then you'll want to stay?' The girl brightened at my question, and nodded solemnly. I was deeply moved by her reaction.

The scene shifted to the living room of my grandfather's beach house in Connecticut, one of the two recurring dream images I ever have due to its placid place in my childhood memory. I sat in a wingback chair in his living room, surrounded by about 30 people I assumed were family, though I did not recognize most of them. Everyone had gifts for me, as though I had done something life-changing, with meaning similar to that of a baby shower for a woman. I don't remember any of the presents, or the words of the presenters, because the scene was overwhelmed by loud music pounding through the ceiling. The ceiling tiles above my head breathed with it. Though the music I heard was a muffled "Dust in the Wind" by Kansas, I acknowledged that it was the girl playing a dream song, like "Dream a Little Dream,' on the stereo in her room. I was emotionally consumed by her gesture, which I felt must have demanded great effort on her part. Something about this moment, maybe the conflict between the actual music and the name I attached to it, brought me into lucidity.

When I realized it was a dream, I immediately left the party by imagining myself in the stairwell on the way to the girl's room. Once on the stairs, a very strange thing happened. Though I had created a situation where I was being drawn, as I originally intended, to the girl's room, I suddenly realized that I couldn't save the girl if I got to her room (even though I held a pair of faded jeans and a yellow t-shirt in my hand). Indeed, as I floated up the stairs toward her room, a powerful feeling swept through me. It insisted until I believed utterly that the last thing this girl needed was me handing her clothes and freedom. A wave of altruistic panic swept over me, and I quickly began fighting the path I had chosen. Like the cartoon character Speedy Gonzales, I swept back down the stairs, through the house, back to the party and my presents, and did my best to abandon lucidity. I knew, for some reason, that I had to get back to a normal dream state or the girl was doomed.

So, I went back to opening presents with measured joy, but at the moment it became "normal" again, the dream was again interrupted by the music from the room upstairs. This time I felt myself becoming lucid, but I realized that I could not allow this to happen. I forced myself to wake up, and did so, feeling very agitated, and also like I failed the girl.

Though I tried the rest of the night to WILD myself back into the dream to redeem myself and help the girl, I could not hold my concentration for more than a few seconds. Maybe there was a purpose in that, too, though I can't imagine why my unconscious was creating such powerful feelings in me to abandon lucidity. Sort of makes me wonder what I was going to learn had I made my apparel delivery.

Hi Everyone!

I just wanted to let you all know that I'm still alive.

I've been pretty busy these last few weeks. Shortly after I returned home from Kalani, John and I broke up. It is amicable but difficult and it has necessitated my finding my own apartment and making plans to move.

I can finally say I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I move at the end of this month and so my life should be getting back to normal. Right now I'm packing and doing all the other moving stuff.

I've joined the Vancouver Dream Group. We are a small group of just 5 members but we meet every two weeks to discuss LDs. It's nice to have some local community. I miss you guys so much. It was amazing to hear all your voices when Michel put out the recording of us talking about dreams and perception.

One of the members of the group has lent me his Nova Dreamer so once I move I will be giving that a try.

Lastly, my email address has changed to: me@drelika.com.

Hope you are all well.

Andrea

Hi everyone, I apologize for not communicating in so long a while. My business has been keeping me extremely busy but ocassionally I have been reading the postings here. I finally found a part-time employee to help me with my work. Myles, I also frequently experience "loss of eyesight" when I become lucid in a dream. My visual field will become completely dark and I will see nothing. Through experimenting I found a tecnique that will restore my eyesight and allow me to continue the lucid dream with my eyesight working well and greater lucidity. When I become lucid and my eyesight vanishes (as it often does), I will spin in the darkness for about 5 to 10 seconds. Then (eyesight still absent) I will begin to feel my surroundings with my "hands". I will feel my legs, the covers on the bed, the bed itself, and working my way to the floor I will crawl across the floor and feel the floor and the surrounding objects (furniture, walls, etc.). It all feels incredibly real and the first few times I swore that I was actually crawling around my room with my eyes shut. Then holding to a wall I will stand up and open my eyes. The visual field is then restored and I will frequently be in a room somewhat or completely different from my own. It seems so real at that point that awakening can be rather difficult. I hope that information is helpful to you and others. I wish you all the best, Bryan

Wow! Bryan, Michel, and especially Andrea making big changes in business, home, relationship - I feel moved to honor you for that; may great personal growth and rich insights follow.

Peter dreaming of being honored for something life-changing, and what a fascinating dream, with its intentional retreat from lucidity - maybe you'll let us know if you guess what it means to you?

Maybe prompted by having read that dream, I dreamed a couple nights ago that I was being honored for some unknown life-changing accomplishment by what also seemed like a "shower" - but I took a nap beforehand and ended up sleeping through it! They came, they ate the food, they left the gifts, and nobody woke me! I felt good about it anyway - some of the guests were people I hadn't even known thought well of me, and the gifts were all used or handmade - I liked that.

Once in a while I lose a sense of eyesight in dreams and it doesn't bother me; flying blind is fun - a big act of trust. Sometimes a lack of visual stimulus leads toward waking and then I seek other dream-sensory input as Bryan describes. A few days ago I had a lovely dream set at Kalani in which, although I'd started out toward a bright star hovering above a crashing wave, I found myself flying up, up, up through pure pink light (having tried the preceding day, for the first time, a meditation involving generating pink light vibrations that represent the pure emotion of "lovingness"). As I ascended I began to feel as if I were waking and I dropped down to the beach and - sightless - wallowed in the vividly-felt sand with my hands and feet, even putting a little into my mouth and tasting the salt. Sight returned, the dream went on....

Well then, pink light to all,

Joy

Bryan - thanks so much for the suggestion. I also often have missing visuals and while sometimes that's fine, other times (such as if I want to practice making objects larger and smaller) it doesn't work that well.

Hmm, I tried posting a lengthy ld last week that many of you appeared in but it didn't show up. Unfortunately I didn't think to save a copy so I'd need to retype it from my journal.

Aloha, Jay! Can you say more about how your dream account didn't show up on the Forum? Did you get any warning or did you get all the usual prompts and then a no-show? I'll look forward to reading your dream when you get a chance to repost.

To all: Please let us know if you encounter any problems with posting. And, just as a reminder, it's a good idea to compose messages in a format that allows you to save as you write, then copy and paste into the message window. We all know how easily those dreams can slip away...

Sweet Dreams to all! Keeln

http://www.lucid.tv/drelika/here_it_is_1b_audio_added3x.mov

What if one finds a song to witch there seems to be a whole life attached with both audio and video?

Jay, I've visited www.lucidmoo.com. Incredible site! Have you tried out the system that permits people to perceive distance with eyes closed? (it's some sort of audio tuning to distance... would work well with the seeing with sound system)

Hi Keelin,

My suspicion is that I clicked Preview/Post Message and then forgot to actually post it. And I did type it into notepad first, pasted it here, and once I'd clicked the button closed the notepad file without saving since I didn't need it any more. I think it's just reflexes from a different bulletin board I participate in. They have separate preview and post buttons so I only need to click once to post. Those darn idiot savant mental processes...

HELLO" helloooo" helloooo" HELLO" helloooo" helloooo"

Just doze if you can hear me.

I had another one of THOSE dreams again last night.

I was driving down the road, on my way to work, and something felt a little odd', so I did a reality check. Boy, some people will do anything to get out of work. In doing the reality check I proved to myself that I was in fact dreaming. As usual soon after becoming lucid, I lost my eye-sight, but thanks to my good friend Bryan, I just felt around to see where I was. I found that I was in bed, and in feeling around more, I noticed my night stand, and on it was a Lollipop? Hmm" Then another. I got up out of my bed, which would prove not to be the only time. I went out our door and into the living room. Turned on the light'which did not work ',of course, and walked out into my living room. I did this exact same thing two more times in my dream, ( ground hog day'err uh" night, sound familiar?) until at last I actually woke up in my real bed. It was awesome to actually think about what I wanted to do when I lost my eye-sight in this lucid dream, thanks for your input, Bryan. I'm sure once I have gathered enough cool solutions to losing my eye-sight in a lucid dream, this occurrence will make itself scarce.

( : smyles : )

ZZZZZZZzzzzzz, I can hear you loud and clear, Smylin' Myles. Very interesting lucid dream you had. When you did the exact same thing over and over again, did you see the lollipops again as well? Were they always the same color, or did they change? I usually have such vivid vision in my LDs that I rarely have your recurring loss of eye-sight problem. But I do remember one time becoming lucid but not being able to see a darn thing, and panicking for a moment until I convinced myself that the void I was in was just a black tent, and all I needed to do was make a hole in the side of the tent and rip it bigger and bigger until I could see outside. I went to the "wall" of the darkness and my hands made a hole in the fabric of the blackness as if it were the canvas siding of a tent and as the hole got larger, I could see on the other side with great clarity, as is normal in most of my lucid dreams. I felt great relief and comfort being able to see the daylight outside. This dream was different from my night dreams where I'm outside in darkness but can see stars. This was an absolute absence of light of any kind, like being blindfolded. Is that what your sight-less dreams are like, Myles? Maybe you can try the "hole in the tent" method next time. You seem to be able to incorporate others' suggestions fairly easily, so I wouldn't be surprised if you had some success at letting some light into the tent....

Love & Light, June

Working on personal conundrums (conundra?) that don't lend themselves to logic, asking dreams for insights, missing out on lucidity, nearly all last week went by without the least lucid dream. Then one night falling asleep I found myself not lying in my sleeping bag but upright, moving through darkness, a single star moving with me, constantly alongside - the way, in childhood, the moon used to seem to follow along outside the car on night rides home.

When only one tiny WILD vision makes its way into your bed, may it be one to remind you that the light is always there.

Joy

June ET all

Sorry so late on my response.

ZZZZzzz to you too. The lollipops only happened once, the dream repeated sans sugar. I think the lollipop might have been some stabilizer that I need to snap back to sighted, then the dream looped from there. No color on the lollipop, because I saw-felt them in black & white.

I have thought about your tent idea, but haven't had the opportunity to use the technique, yet. I did however have a lucid dream the other night, where once again I lost my sight, but this time I just chilled out. While I was chilling I noticed a fractal type image spinning. Like the scene changes in Scooby Do. I just watched it grow, and Walla it changed to a scene. What a scene! I was 200 feet in the air in a Redwood forest driving my 69 Volkswagen truck without a roof. I decided since this was a dream I would hurl myself out of the truck. Needless to say I gingerly climbed out of the truck and hung by both hands, thinking again, I "m sure I am dreaming, right? I finally got the courage to let go and when I did, I just kept floating at the same height as the truck gazing down 200 feet over the Redwood forest.

Party on Garth! & keep the Love Light Burning.

( : smyles ; )

Smyles to Myles across the myles. I love that dream!

This morning I had such a funny dream sign, I just gotta tell you all. I was just waking up out on my porch, hearing the birds singing all around me and someone from the campground back in the trees across the road yelling "Breakfast!", thinking about how some people make a big deal of breakfast when they're camping. Then a man came coasting down the road in an old-fashioned clawfoot bathtub. Eccentric-looking fellow. He gave me a casual wave as he disappeared around the bend.

"Hmmm. Well, we get all kinds out here," I thought, "but here's the thing: he was in the wrong lane. I don't think anyone driving a bathtub would take a 20 mph turn in the wrong lane. So, I guess I'm dreaming!"

-&-

I'll spare you all the lengthy Joy Report - wasn't much to it; mostly just lay there thinking and observing - the most interesting thing is that I figured out during the dream that while the visual and tactile was of dream origin, the audio was from the physical world: I know birdsong pretty well, it's part of my job, and I was quite certain that I was hearing the genuine June-morning cacaphony all around me!

Also, request for info from those of you (e.g. Peter?) well-versed in symbology: I was tracing 3 ridged spirals clockwise with my index finger and began trailing down from each such as would form a "9." I thought, "999 - that means something symbolic to someone - nothing bad, I hope...."

Anyone?

Joy

Joy,

Those three 9's only mean something bad, symbolically, if you flip them over as a group (so don't!).

Aside from 999 being the last whole number before a perceptual quantum leap to four digits - which is a pretty cool concept to ponder - nines on their own don't hold much value in the world of archetypes, aside from being 3 squared. Freud might've, um, pointed out some sexual stuff, but for me that was always a stretch; most times a nine is just a nine. You might want to go back and think more about the shapes you were tracing and the feelings you might have encountered before you intellectually recognized them as a number. Could've been the movement itself that mattered, or the backdrop (if there was one) to the tracings. Or nothing mattered at all, and you were just doing a little ethereal doodling!

And thanks for the bathtub image - I needed a chuckle this morning!

Peter

Joy!

Great dream! This is what I love about Lucid Dreaming... your brain is fine with the bathtub but breaking traiffic regs, no way! Gotta be dreaming. Gave me giggles.

About the 999 thing, I don't know if you knew this or not but 999 is what you dial in Brittain if you are in an emergency. It is their "911". Does that help?

Andrea

Number 9.... Number 9... Number 9...

I've survived the move to the big city! ;) I'm just now getting my 2.3 tons of computer gear back online.

Once I find my way out of some more boxes (this small app. is a Uhaul box temple right now)I'll post those promised lucids Peter.

Can't wait to catch up on my dream work!

Hi Joy

If it were my dream, what would jump out about the tracing is that you were tracing spirals, which is considered a symbol of growth (just ask the next snail you see).

Here's a curious, if sadly topical (I know, I'm so shallow!) LD that I had the other morning, when I finally fell asleep after a few hours of hypnagogic delights:

I was standing on an airport tarmac, just outside the terminal, under the nose of a large airliner. The sky was gray, a cold wind was blowing, and, being an airport, it was very noisy. I watched a man in dark clothes and a longshoreman's cap pull himself over the rim of one of the airliner's engines and place an object - a small gray cylinder, about the size and shape of a lunch box thermos, into its intake. He moved very quickly, almost in a blur, and no one saw him but me.

After he ran off, I realized I was dreaming. I still felt a need to stop what I assumed was a terrorist in action, so I set to work. I first "rewound" and reviewed the dream a couple of times until I could freeze the action on the bad guy's face. When I did, I was surprised to see that it was a cartoon caricature of a face, all white and gray with a bold forehead, high cheeks, and rough lines everywhere (it reminded me of Balok's alter-ego in the Star Trek episode "The Corbomite Maneuver,' for those geeky enough to remember). I remember thinking that the terrorist didn't look Muslim. I filed the image away for the authorities, and tended to the bomb.

My solution to this problem was simple, and I didn't even need to approach the engine: With my index finger, I traced a square of about two feet per side around the portion of the huge jet engine in which the terrorist had placed the bomb (lower right hand side, when facing it, just in front of the fan). Once I had a clear edge marked I wrapped my fingernails around the top line of the square and simply peeled back the image of the section I had outlined, like so much wrapping paper. I crinkled up what I peeled and threw it to the tarmac where I knew the bomb could more safely explode.

Then I realized that it wasn't safe, or at all tidy, to leave a large white square clouded with the requisite kinetically chaotic shapes on the surface of an airplane engine, whether it hovered in a dream or not. So, after admiring for another moment the amber swirls of nothing that my peel had revealed, I carefully stretched a new slice of dream across the void, repairing the plane and satisfying my conscience.

...Just thought I'd share,

Peter

Peter

I got one word for you buddy'AWESOME!

Can I infer that you can loop your dreams back and forward. Who-wa!

Have you ever tried to mix two of them, like a dj might mix music together. If one had a transparent background, like one of Michel's movie's, you could overlay one over the top of another.

Thanks for sharing.

I had a run on Lucid dreams this week. My wonderful bride is away, so I can wake up at 3:30 and read for 30 minutes. Monday through Wednesday spawned Lucidity, all be it short.

To infinity and beyond.

( ; smyles : )

Myles:

I guess you can. I hadn't thought about it like that before. I was just re-examining details, sort of a self-inflicted deja vu for clarity's sake. It seems pretty cool on paper (or glass, in our cases), but all it takes is a clear understanding that you're dreaming, and that you are in complete control of your dream realm.

If moving characters from previous dreams into current ones counts as "overlay,' I've often done that, too. Superimposing whole scenes on purpose is more difficult. I have played at combining scenes by turning 180 degrees but clinging to details of the place from which I'm turning. This has the excellent effect of facing a new dream scene with those original details still present, but they never seem to "overlay" perfectly. For instance:

I remember once I was dreaming that I was in a small rubber dingy during a storm. I was far from land, cold, wet, and feeling totally unpleasant, so I wanted to leave. This desire sparked lucidity, but when I started to turn away I got a nagging feeling that it was important that I was having that dream and perhaps shouldn't abandon it. So I compromised. I spun, and found myself in a parking lot admiring a perfectly impractical black sports car. It had just been washed with the top down, so there was water inside it. I got in anyway and when I put my key in the ignition I noticed a toy raft swinging from the key chain. Though that, and the water, was the only visual sign of an overlay, I also remembered that feeling, and was satisfied that I hadn't abandoned the first dream. However, I had so trashed that dream that I never did see why it was important. I didn't care much, either, as I drove that car at impossible speeds over blessedly empty winding roads.

And Myles, we certainly hope you'll be sharing some of that run of LD's with us soon!

Peter