Dear Campmates,

Post-DreamCamp blues have come and gone all day today, much like the occasional warm, rains on Maui. Those passing cloud bursts had a way of capturing my attention -- just like a fine dream anomaly -- and the brightness that followed was so like the onset of lucidity in a dream that it sometimes took my breath away.

The recurring realization that our camp has actually ended are like those rainy moments. It snags my attention when least expected. But what soon follows are the bright, vivid memories of you all, the laughter, the fun, the reality checks the "I remember" winks.

And so, to each and every one of you, a heartfelt "Mahalo nui loa" for being there, for sharing your sweet, wild and dreamy selves, and for making the workshop the dream come true that it surely was.

I look forward to keeping in touch and seeing you all in lucid dream land! ;->, Keelin

Hmmmmmmmmm........ sounds like heaven.

So whenz the next one then ? laff

From a VERY jealous, far away, UK person,

Daniel!

Yes, the same warm torrential rains have been passing over me too, Keelin. Hawaii deserves so much of our credit, as she held us in her garden paradise...free of grit, allowing us to slide into the slipstream without so much as a stutter.

Though I slept through my entire ten hour flight, (hoping to MILD Maui forever), when I finally came-to I found a lovely young woman sitting at my side, who was fascinated with my lucid stories. She had been wondering about her potential in this area her whole life, and reminded me of our thirsty good selves.

She lives in Toronto too, and on the drive home, we planned to share our experiences in the days to come. (that's odd...) Then, she introduced me to another fellow on the plane (a psychology professor), who also spoke our dreamy lingo (how odd is it?)...

Reminded of Hermine's sage words in our final, breezy, hot-tub conference...."breathing in, breathing out, present moment, beautiful moment...", I realise that things are blossoming in funny, little Toronto, and that while the scene has changed, I can still be lucid!

Aloha-love, Toko-pa

Greetings, All:

What a week!!!

I hope everyone arrived home safely...

Lasting impressions anyone?

The naked hula dancers on little beach will be with me for a long time....

Joe

Oh, and I do have pictures, so I guess it wasn't a dream, huh?

The memory of eight of us going down the snaky swimming pool slide bob-sleigh style BACkWARDS will live forever, and so will the extraordinary empathy that quickly developed between all participants. The love of lucid dreaming overcame all barriers of age or character type, and I can gratefully report that I have never experienced membership of a more sympatico group.

I especially wish to thank Keelin for her effortless role as a sort of sexy fairy godmother to all. Her witty, understanding and joyous presence supported the event with threads of unbreakable gossamer.

We sang in the hot tub, confided together on windy mountain peaks, fearlessly revealed our dream secrets to warm applause, and delighted in discussions of what was woo-woo and what was not.

(Woo-woo is the adopted term for ideas that favour any narrowly specific occult interpretations of LD phenomena)

Last but first, I thank Stephen for opening the door to another world, and for working so hard to hold it open so that everyone can pass through to explore the treasures within.

Dear everybody that attended Dream Camp.

Can you guys explain what it was like at the Camp ? What structure the days took ? How many people turned up ? It would be good to hear what they are like. Having never been on a camp/seminar type trip, I wouldn't know what people get up to. From the sound of it - there was hardly any sleep going on ;-)

he who hunts the purple buffalo, Daniel;-)

Thanks everyone for being at the DreamCamp (capital 'D' capital 'C'). It was one of the nicest lucid dreams I've ever had. The conversations that I had with you were so good, and the acceptance and love I felt from everyone was wonderful. Even though I'm back in my 'normal' life now, part of me, is still sitting on a Mana Le'a picnic bench drinking that first cup of morning coffee, looking into your eyes and knowing that I will always have you in my heart. Remember, May 15th at midnight. See you there.

Missing you all so much...this was the happiest week of my life. I get nightmare shivers when I think of how close I came to not going...undecided up until the last moment!

I must have missed the plans for "May 15 at midnight." If someone will share the intention...I'll be there no matter how woo-woo!

-Laura

Laura, I wanted us all to meet in a lucid dream at midnight on May 15, at Mana Le'a gardens. We'll compare notes the next day and see who was there.

Daniel,

I was waiting for someone else to answer your question, but now the spirit (Sauvignon Blanc) moves me to undertake the task myself - with the proviso that nothing said could possibly encompass the warm fellowship and continuous hilarity of the experience itself.

Formal (there's a misnomer) group sessions were held each day in the morning and afternoon at which Stephen expounded the history and techniques of LD - despite a continuous barrage of interruptions, digressions, and off-topic questions. I declare that I would have stormed out in a huff on day 2 if I had been subject to it. Stephen, however, sailed through all of them as if they were an essential part of the seminar, picking up ridiculous suggestions and transforming them on the spot into penetrating explorations of the LD phenomena.

Miraculously, everyone shed all inhibitions about revealing personal aspects of their dreams; surreal situations experienced in false awakenings, and bizzarre missed NovaDreamer cues. I found myself thinking what a pity it was that all families did not share this degree of frankness and emotional support - and this among a group who had never met each other before!

In between sessions we cavorted in the pool, sang semi-irreverent chants in the hot tub, endured delightful physical shocks via the sauna and snaky slide into the deep end, enjoyed deep muscle massage by a choice of dark-eyed gentle-handed houris, strolled around the tropical gardens spotting woo-woo stone circles left behind by earlier guests, searched for the legendary garden goat, ate excellent though vegetarian foods, tripped to the beach and mountain tops, shopped in the little towns, and, delight of delights, discussed nothing but LD for seven days.

One little cameo begs to be told. After the city life, the silence at night in the Hawaian hills is awesome. On one such night, I got up at 4am after an intense sequence of attempted LD, and crept, silent as an astral projection, out of my room to get a glass of water. There outside in the hallways and dining veranda, creeping and whispering together like Dante's shades, were almost all my fellow attendees.

I guess you had to be there.

Alan T.

Hi, fellow campers!

@all: Beware of mnemosyne! The punisher is gonna getya anyway! Remember, that this game is over (or I'll deliver another butterfly)

@Keelin: I'm still dreaming of a tee shirt.

@Daniel: We did sleep and dream and lucid dream, although it may sound weird to you. There was a lot of working going on, besides of having fun (somewhat...)

@all: CU on 15.5. Midnight. Eeeh... which midnight? Maui's midnight? May be important, although consciousness seems to be spread out in space and time. Maui's midnight 15. is my midday 16. A somewhat unusual time for a nap.

@all: I still feel, as if I'm with you. Feels wonderful. Should I stop dreaming?

Yours Ralf

Wow is all that comes to mind when I read through these posts. It sounds romantic in a way.

Thanks Alan for that lovely information. You've all just made a definate 'next time' boy here.

I would like to tell you all, that your experience in the Dream Camp has not only inspired you all, but it's also stretched over the Pacific waters to me in the UK. Since reading about the camp, I have put that much more effort into my daily reality checks, and to LD in general.

Warmest Regards, Daniel ;-)

Daniel: Next time might be sooner than you think! Isn't there a rumour floating around about the next dream camp being on the big island in August?

MyDearDreamFamily: The plan is midnight Maui time - dress casually How I miss you all so much...I am glad we have this spot to meet until we become expert oneironauts.

Reading your fingertypes here is almost as good as our tender conversations, belly laughs and prickly debates. Your shiny, beachy faces smile up at me from my desktop and I still feel your immense comfort...us, imperfections intact.

Meister Ralf: Amongst all the lovely buddhas at camp, I have a muchwhat spectacular photo of you in your blue goggles just before Neptune swallowed them...(I will scan it for you soon).

Alan - thanks for letting the spirit move you to explain - your careful twists of phrase inspire me to remember my own perfect moments (there were SO many). I have you too, immortalized in those fashionable shorts of yours.

It seems the only way 19 such different people could transcend the boundaries of age, language, culture and time zones, is if somehow we are made up from the same stuff at the root of it all. Stronger stuff. Lovely stuff. Ancient stuff. Shared stuff.

There was never any need to hesitate stepping into the box...not only am I still me, I am a transformed me.

Begin next level, eXisTenZ!

Goddess

Greetings:

Alan: what a beutiful array of words.. I heard it without the effects of Sauvignon. Those brain scramblers dont know what they have in you.. "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal labotamy"....

Ralf: Swishen Lieber und Milch passt andere eine Lager auch....!!

Toko: Give Shasha and Lorrella a big hug for me... my life's experiences were complemented immensely..

Jerry/Joan: What a trip man...

Hi Keelin...How do you like the Arkenstone Disk?

Hey? Where are the rest of youz guys? So nice to meet all of you...

Joe Schaljo Cincinnati, Ohio

I leave you with a quote:

"But listen to the colour of your dreams It is not leaving, it is not leaving

So play the game "Existence" to the end Of the beginning, of the beginning "

John Lennon from Tomorrow Never Knows, off of Revolver

Hi" you all It was inspiring and great pleasure to meet you all. Lorella and I had a wonderful time with you fellow dreamers. I would like to share this thought with you.

We are here for greater purpose. Our time on this beautiful wondrous planet is a signature we leave behind, and it is what we make of it. Love, friendship, moments of laughter, joy and, sorrow, despair and pain are part of this phenomenon we call life. Looking at someone's eyes searching for connection, comfort and acceptance, that unexplainable sense of love, moment of truthfulness, that we all desire can only be fulfilled by looking and dreaming. May you all vibrate till eternity.

love shasha and lorella

I'm taking a two weekend writing class starting this morning and it sounds kind of like dreaming. Here's the description:

The flashing green light at the end of Gatsby's dock. Two roads diverging in a yellow wood. The fish, the sea and the Old Man. Henry James' golden bowl, Sharon Olds' rite of passage, Raymond Carver's cathedral, Alice Walker's color purple, Annie Dillard's weasel. These images purposefully incorporated into manuscripts by their authors are also intrinsically bound up in the action, characters and, often, the title of the piece in which they appear. Metaphor - a vital element of creative writing - is the emphasis of this weekend workshop.

Isn't that what we're doing when we dream, we write stories? I think practicing imagination thru writing and other artistic pursuits makes our dream life even richer. And it struck me at dream camp how many of us were artists. Beatrice and Keelin do computer graphics, Toko was drawing and knows the music business, Joe plays guitar, Shasha makes wonderful breads, and I want to write scifi short stories. Have a nice Saturday everyone.

Amen to all that, Jerry. Best of luck with the course.

Hi, Dreamers

@Goddess: That's muchwhat fine.

@Joe: I'll give you the more or less correct German version: "Zwischen Leber und Milz paßt noch immer ein Pils" (or a Lager) I suspect, that some of our fellow dreamcampers haven't ever visited LI - Forum. That's where they are... I'll post to Hermine today. Nice quote.

@Shasha: Thanks for sharing thoughts and emotions. Sometimes I feel, there is a divine dream, which characters we are. Somewhat aware, that we're sleeping. Muchwhat believing it is us to dream our lifes. How might our dreamcharacters feel? I wonder, how to find out, whether in a (lucid)dream a character is real (PSI - contact) or imagination (made of pure memory). Maybe looking in the eyes is a way to find out. In German we say: Eyes are the windows of the soul.

@Jerry: I'm no professional artist, but I'm a dedicated musician (guitar and voice). I sometimes paint (especially dreams). In my longest LDs music has been "the" subject. Have fun at the course.

@All: I'll meet you at midnight...

Meister Bohne

Report of training session regarding Maui Experiment

Sunday, 13. May 2001 in Germany

Time 11.11 am - 12.16 pm MEST (Middle European Summer Time) = 11.11. pm (Saturday) - 0.16 am (Sunday) "Maui Time" (is it?) Setting: Still a little sleep deficit. My son and girlfriend are there. My sons playing in the other room nearby (with a big red rubber ball). I had some cups of coffee and muchwhat cigarettes this morning. I'm wearing ND - Mask. Mode 2, but 180 minutes delay. Only want to make sure, I can use the RC button. I wear earplugs. I got used to them during the camp.

Set (my plan): Deep relaxation, enter dreamstate, "materialise" in MLG, gazebo.

Report: Relaxation gets more and more easy with practice. Feel my physical body "weaker" than ever. But hear my son bumping the ball. After reaching point 61, I imagine myself sitting in the gazebo. Alan is already there, sits quiet like a statue. I don't trust this fantasy, look around with the intention to stabilise the scenery. It's too light, must be night on Maui. It gets darker, I see the moon. Decide to take a walk. Downstairs to the dining room. The sand is crunching beneath my feet. I pass the statues, see the waterfalls. Go back up. Alan is still there. Maybe I should talk to him now. What should I say? "My son is playing with the ball." All Alan answers is "Ball". But very articulate using his accent. The huge red rubber ball enters the scenery. Toko appears from somewhere. I say: "Hey, what are you doing here? You've never been up here to join us!" But she seems to insist being simply being here. Says some naughty sounding words. The red ball seems to blow up. Gets bigger and bigger. The gazebo could explode, if this goes on. (My son in physical reality keeps on bumping, he's knocking on the door. Seems to be bored.) I'm somewhat angry, but decide to stay in the scene. Let the ball deflate. Project it in the sky. Another moon. Embrace Alan and Toko with all warm love and get up. At any time did I loose contact to physical world. For this reason I don't say it was a dream, but a fantasy.

Curious about your experiences.

Warm regrets

Yours Ralf

Who is shasha www.shashabread.com

Greetings, All:

@ Punish meisterburger: We are not luckey enough to have that funny looking B on our keyboads (S Szet?) .....

Morgan, Morgan, Nur nicht heute, Sagen Veilen Faulen Leute.. (are the gender endings correct?)

I had an interesting hypnogogic experince.. Side two of the tape that came with NDer is fantastic...I had two quasi-lucid trips (entirely sober, I swear) in the 15 min's yesterday... Unfortunately, I am currently preoccupied with worldly demons, consequently reducing my LD's. I am sure this will to pass.

Any of you catch the Robert (or is Brian) Rich article from echoes the other night...Very interesting Musical venue for dream awareness..Checkout Tangerine Dream for more of the same....

Hey,anyone know anything about the brainwave induction of audio signals (Dom, what is this institute you mentioned).. I am curious if this relates to harmony (what makes some harmonies so emotionally appealing?).

What about those Lemarians who made pilgramiges to the north shore of Maui? And this 22.4 Hz signal there (as observed alsoin Sodoma Canyon)..Is it a seismic thing, or electro magnetic radiation? Anyone aware of this elsewhere in the world... (Keelin, can this be cross posted to a more relevant topic catagory?)

Jerry,I havn't forgot about you...

Cheers,

Joe Schaljo Cincinnati,Ohio

"Dont need no astrology, It's inside of you and me, you dont need a ticket to fly with me,I'm FREE, yea" from the work of the late Randy Rhoads,enlightend guitarist (much closer than you think)

Report of training session regarding Maui Experiment

Monday, 14. May 2001 in Germany

Time 11.26 am - 12.46 pm MEST (Middle European Summer Time) = 11.26. pm ( Sunday) - 0.16 am (Monday) "Maui Time" (is it?) Setting: Mode 2, but 180 minutes delay. Only want to make sure, I can use the RC button. This time no earplugs. Nobody's home.

Set (my plan): Deep relaxation, enter dreamstate, "materialise" in MLG, gazebo.

Relaxation works fine, I'm drifting in and out small dreamscenes during 61 Points exercise. I'm deeply relaxed, body feels similar to "OBE" onset. I use the counting technique to go across the border. In the outside world someone turns on a lawnmower. Feels funny. Every time it gets nearer, I'm gently torn back to physical world, when it vanishes, I float towards dreamland again. In spite of the fun, I'm missing my earplugs now. I tell myself to be calm and clear and to trust the higher self. Now I lie there waiting, but the void stays dark. Feels more OBE-like. I say: No matter how I get there. But nothing happens. I try the spinning into dream technique, as described by Laura during the Camp. Doesn't work this time. I relax deeper. The song "Magical Mystery Tour" by The Beatles comes to mind. That's fitting. "Waiting to take you away..." I enjoy the song, sometimes dive into dreamscenes, surface again. Then the song turns to "What a Wonderful World /Over the Rainbow." The scene of our dance in MLG emerges. I enjoy the memory, feel the movement of dancing, see your faces. But am still with one foot in physical world. After a time I let the scene fade and go into relaxation again. This time I seem ultimately near to dreaming, I try to forget about all to cross the gap. Maybe next time. My girlfriend and son enter the apartment. I get up, press RC button, get correct response. Take a look at my watch, it's stable. I feel well relaxed and peaceful.

@Joe

This time I'm the German teacher: Morgen, morgen, nur nicht heute, sagen alle faulen Leute.

I should try the tape.

For brainwaves look at http://hometown.aol.com/vandekeere/life1/index.htm

P.S. Finally, my dreams come back to mind. Seemed to be the sleep deficit and the tension related to my expectations concerning dreamcamp, that kept them away. I had two lucid periods during this mornings nap.

Yours Ralf

Sounds terrific Ralf!

I have twice now, experienced a new phenomena in my mornings. It is some level of mnemonic lucidity...where I re-enter into dreams and resolve conflict. It is quite satisfying.

In this morning's episode, I have conflict with a musician friend, but I return to him after waking up and this time I leave him with an embrace - and he is thanking me for showing him alternate tunings on the guitar. He says this is a profound, life-changing moment for him.

I wake up tired, as if too much sleep, but feel more resolved simultaneously.

This space is new for me, and interesting. I seem to have some level of lucidity, but not the earth shaking kind I experienced at DreamCamp.

I will explore more.

Hey - those of you in California - they have just announced the Association for the Study of Dreams conference in Santa Cruz....

Check it out: http://www.asdreams.org/2001/

Hi, Toko Pa

Sounds very helpful, your kind of lucidity. I too reentered dreams this morning lucidly (for a moment). Napping seems really to be a powerful way to lucidity. If you have had enough sleep.

May the lucid morning mists be with their goddess.

CU in LD

Great site Ralf...

For Daniel, and for all of you unknown out there who are reading over his metaphorical shoulder.

What was dream camp in Maui like?

What were the people like? They were like the people at your first late-night bull session in your college dorm, where for a moment you stepped back inward in order to look outward, in awe, at a discussion about maybe the truth of our perceptions or the definition of good, and wondered whether these people were made of different better stuff than the people you'd known before, or whether all people were this amazing and simply needed to be in the right setting for all that wonderfulness to show through.

How was it organized? It was like the childhood family drive to Disneyland with that other family, the one whose mother seemed to effortlessly take care of all those details that had always been beyond the capabilities of your own parents'so the picnic lunch basket included the salt and pepper and can opener, the play clothes that got splashed were simply replaced with clean ones because enough had been packed, the hotel reservations were honored without a hitch, and yet somehow she never seemed to work at it, she not only had as much fun as everyone else but her infectious enjoyment made the whole experience even more joyful for you all.

What was the format? It was like the class taught by, not so much your favorite professor (who probably just lectured to you), but more like your favorite TA, the one who seemed wise beyond imagining and yet spent so much time bringing forth the best from every person, so you came out enriched not just by the teacher but by your classmates as well, and somehow believing that you had contributed to them in turn.

What made it so comfortable? Flopping played a large part'the difference between the kind of place where you're supposed to sit upright and behave politely and respectfully, and being at home or at a good friend's where you can flop on the floor, a place without much furniture but with lots of backrests so you start out the day semi-reclined and by the end of the day you may be falling asleep on the pillows while the movie plays and everyone thinks that's just fine. Next time I hope people can even flop while they're eating. Back here in reality I'm realizing that we have far too little flopping in the world.

What was the cost? Just a little more than the rent on your house that, after weeks of fruitless searching, suddenly appeared as if by a miracle, the one with the beamed ceilings and the views of the mountains and the invisibility from all the neighbors and although that would have been more than enough you found after you moved in that there were pheasants and raccoons and quail and it was rumored that there was a fox hanging around too although you never actually saw it.

What is it like when it is over? Oh, as so many have said, there is a wrenching sadness, we try to put on a good face to each other and remind each other that the magic is still there and it is, it is, but it is just harder to see with the bouncing red ball of mundane reality all around us. I wish you all were as lucky as I, to have Stephen's Thursday night classes that still continue at Stanford, like a nicotine patch easing my withdrawal so I don't have to give up Maui cold turkey.

How odd is it? As odd as hearing a secret belief of yours which you thought no one shared, being expounded by your fellow beings. As odd as sunglasses swallowed up by Neptune and spit out again an hour later into the hands of another camper. As odd as dreaming about the mechanics of cartoon animation and a week later finding a campmate who does cartoon animation. As odd as putative German which the dear legendary Babelfish cannot make heads or tails of (finds fault with?). As odd as the NovaDreamer appearing on the The Daily Show with John Stewart (no relation) the night after I first try the Masked Sleep'and as odd as writing that phrase this very moment and suddenly realizing'The Masked Sleep'Hey Joan Betty Beatrice'we have the title for the murder mystery'hard to believe now that we were confabulating it so well (or at least with such hilarity) out of thin air, and yet we confabulate richer stories in our dreams each night.

And indeed, as odd as a goat who cannot be seen'

Perhaps these really should go in other appropriate topics and subtopics elsewhere in the forum, but there may be others like me who do not have write-access to those sections, and even those who do have write-access may have some dreams they'd specifically like to relate to Maui, so I'll take the liberty of creating a space here for us Maui-campers to report dreams.

Mine isn't all that interesting but it had a couple of strange things I've never experienced before. So for what it's worth:

Since dream camp I have been dreaming lucidly less frequently, although my dream recall is increasing very well (as well it should, since I'm waking up every 90 minutes to write it all down!) So I've wanted very much to grab any lucidity I could get. This morning during my very last doze, when I really should have been getting ready for work, I was parking a car next to a grassy driveway when I realized that since I was dreaming, I could go have some fun like driving off a cliff. (Yes, I have a whole bunch of exercises lined up that I want to do when I became lucid, but I think I sensed that there wouldn't be time for all that since I was so close to waking up.).

As usual, I didn't realize "hey I'm dreaming". I've never had the surprise and amazement that most people seem to describe as coming with lucidity. Instead, I just find myself thinking "since I'm dreaming, I can'" as if I'd been aware all along that I was dreaming but hadn't really thought about it until it occurred to me that it could help me do something. Sometimes this leads to the next thought "OK, this is a lucid dream, what was it I planned to do?" and doing it, and other times I simply go about doing whatever it is that "knowing I'm dreaming" enables me to do, and don't even realize that it was a lucid dream until I'm awake and writing it down in my journal.

Now, I was certain I was dreaming and the dream seemed stable, so in the past I would have just headed straight off for a cliff and had a blast tumbling and soaring and whatever. But with my newfound knowledge of reality checks, it seemed that I really should make a habit of doing "reverse reality checks" before doing anything in dreams that would be dangerous in the waking world. So even though I was positive I was dreaming, I stopped to do a check to confirm it. As soon as I tried (by first trying to float myself, and when the car got in the way of that, floating the car by pulling on the steering wheel which resulted in the car rearing up like a horse on its hind legs), the dream scene dissolved and I felt myself almost awake.

My eyes were my real eyes and opening them would have wakened me totally (I opened them a crack and saw the real bedroom'I've been telling people lately that when you think that, you're probably really still dreaming, but in this case I did prove it, the view I got when I opened my eyes a crack was exactly what I could see from under the mask when I truly woke later. Indeed, maybe the whole point of this dream was to prove me wrong). The only hold I had on the dream was the sense of touch. I could feel the steering wheel with amazing clarity and solidity, including its exact shape, and I held onto it for all I was worth. I really felt I was reaching "into" the dream, somewhat as Alan had described, only rather than pushing someone else into it I was trying to pull myself into it. I've never had that sense of a dream being "in front of" me before. I was perfectly lucid and felt around the steering wheel in front of me and the door beside me, knowing that maintaining that sense of touch was essential and trying to pull my whole body into the dream world where my hands were. And here's the weirdest part: the moment I did manage to get "into" the dream world, I felt a strong tension drain involuntarily from my face and shoulders. I observed the sensation lucidly as it was happening. The explanation I came up with at the time was that I must have been sensing my real face and shoulders (which I then though of as tense, and now think of as paralyzed), and that the change was due to getting that fraction more "into" the dream so that I was sensing my dream face and shoulders (no tension, able to move freely). I still believe that was the case. Still, since my dream could presumably have just as easily confabulated a sense of continuity, giving me the same tension in my dream face, I'm rather amazed at the strong change I felt as if "my" face were relaxing.

Of course, although I strongly believe that I went further into the dream, it is possible that just the opposite was happening and that what I felt was my real face losing its paralysis as I woke up. I don't remember what else happened after I "pulled myself into" the dream, but I'm fairly certain that I then opened my dream eyes and could see something in the dream world. All for naught, for I did wake up not long afterwards.

Laura! That was beautiful. Thank you for taking the time to write that! You articulated so many of my own tender thoughts here.

And as for that goat...wouldn't you know I finally saw her in my lucid dream last night! That's fairly odd wouldn't you say? I guess we can just keep adding oddities to your lovely list.

Greetings Campmates!

Thanks again to all who've continued to share here on the Forum (and for the personal emails and photos). It's certainly proving to be a delightful dream-prolonging technique! I'm looking forward to seeing you all tonight at midnight, cavorting in the Gardens of Mana Le'a. This time it won't cost anything to get there. A simple spinning of dreambody should suffice. (Ralf, I shall not be surprised if you arrive escorted by a multitude of butterflies.)

Joe re:

Is it a seismic thing, or electro magnetic radiation? Anyone aware of this elsewhere in the world... (Keelin, can this be cross posted to a more relevant topic catagory?)

:-? Not sure what you're referring to... Did I miss part of a group dream?

A special thanks to Joe and Wilson for the wonderful music CDs which I've finally gotten to listen to. Somehow I'm not finding it odd at all that the Celtic and East Indian melodies are reminding me of Hawaii.

And speaking of music, can anyone tell me the name of the Hawaiian CD that drove the dreamers to dance with such abandon? I've been hearing it in my head ever since camp, complete with haunting imagery of twirling campmates. I'd like to record part of it into my DreamSpeaker and see what dreams may come. A wee bit late to ask for tonight's scheduled rendezvous, but something to look forward to nonetheless.

Sweet wild dreams and abundant aloha to all, Keelin

PS: A prospective memory task for anyone interested: The next time you pick up a spoon (unless, of course, "there is no spoon") do a reality check!

Aloha, Laura! Thanks for sharing your dream and wonderful reflections on DreamCamp.

You can have write access to all other topics by applying for membership to the Forum. It's easy to do. Just click on "Topics" and follow the instructions at the bottom of the page.

See you in DreamLand! Kelein

Hi... you Dreamcamp2001 Ralf,tokopa keelin, joe al,Lauraand others don't forget to include the baker in you dreams, try to smell the freshly baked bread we may start activateing our smell senses in a dream. Thank you for sheering your dreams Check this site http://www.atlantis.to/ Shasha the baker man

Hi, fellow dreamers

I've just read Keelin's posting regarding the experiment. I did it yesterday, because I thought, today (my Wednesday) is too late. Midnight seemed for me to be the beginning of the day (00.00 am, isn't it) Today, I have to go to work, no time for this experiment. But looking back on yesterday's session, it's interesting, that I haven't met anyone. And that Robert says, I'm silly. I didn't understand it yesterday. A good time for an RC. I wonder, if anyone sees me today.

But next time, we meet again... When is the next time?

Yours Ralf

Report of Maui Experiment

Tuesday, 15. May 2001 in Germany

Time 11.11 am - 13.06 pm MEST (Middle European Summer Time) = 11.11. pm ( Monday) - 0.16 am (Tuesday) "Maui Time" (is it?) Setting: Mode 2, but 180 minutes delay. Only want to make sure, I can use the RC button. This time earplugs. Nobody's home.

Set (my plan): Deep relaxation, enter dreamstate, "materialise" in MLG, gazebo. I only want to see the people of the workshop, who are dreaming of MLG right now.

A very deep relaxation. I get some very solid pictures, but can't float in. I relax deeper and deeper, try to let go. At different times I am suddenly torn apart, but immediately return. I ask for smoother transition. Seems to work. I am more trusting and peaceful, than ever. But can't let go of my body perception. The best MLG picture I get: I'm floating in my dream - body through MLG. Perception is quite well. There is the Buddha, the tables. I feel the surface. It's like on the last camp's day: Deserted. Nobody is there. At last, I hear my son and my girlfriend come in. And I seem not to be able to relax anymore, although I feel very fine and peaceful. I ask, if there is any message, any picture, I should get. I remember all the faces: Alan says: "Ball", what seems to be pure memory. Robert: I remember the shopping scene. I wonder, how his lady found the skirt. What do you want to say, Robert? Your so stupid. What does it mean? I see an ankle, white top. A hill, a volcano. An erupting snow topped volcano. O.K. Now I send a picture: 1. My girlfriend is wearing the earrings, I bought in .... 2. The scene on the plane back to Germany, flying above Grand Canyon. The overwhelming feeling I had by this. I get up. Press RC - Button. It works. Test the watch. It's stable.

Hi.... The Initial glimpse of spirit "frontier science"

and its scenario on how this physical universe came into being. it appears to have begun with a substance that one really cannot call matter, because it did not behave in ways that fit into our understanding of matter.the matrices are space,time and this somthing that fills them. beginning with vibration of the original "big ang", the universe comes into existence. why did it happen this way? why didn't those vibrations just stay as they were? are good Questions for our dreames. lov shasha

Maui experiment:

I tried...to get as far as Hawaii, but ended up with all of you, at my mother's house. We laid down in two groups, side by each, in the Tibetan Dream Yoga position. There didn't seem to be enough room for me, so I go to a bed in the upstairs bedroom instead.

In the next dream, I tell Stephen and all of you about my first dream. I tell you I dream that I am the only one who isn't wearing a Novadreamer. Stephen tells me this is "Sleep-Judgment". We look it up. It seems to describe a dreamless state.

Hmmm....a dreamless dream within a dream?

You can tell I was really trying!

Love, Toko

Oh! And Keelin....

The CD is IZ (short for Israel)...he was singing "somewhere over the rainbow/its a wonderful world". On the way to the airport, Robert, Hermine & I played it on repeat

Did you find your missing Nova Dreamer? I think I accounted for the missing one in my dream last night !

T

Hey, Shasha:

I kinda like this perspective on the big picture:

http://www.mwscomp.com/sounds/mp3/galaxy.mp3

GALAXY SONG Words by Eric Idle, music by Idle and John Du Prez Sung by Eric Idle From `Monty Python's The Meaning Of Life'

Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown And things seem hard or tough And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned A sun that is the source of all our power The sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see Are moving at a million miles a day In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour Of the galaxy we call the Milky Way

Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars It's a hundred thousand light-years side to side It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point We go 'round every two hundred million years And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions In this amazing and expanding universe...

(Animated calliope interlude)

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding In all of the directions it can whiz As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure How amazingly unlikely is your birth And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space 'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.

Keep up that funky rhythm...

Joe

Hey, Shasha:

I checked out D. Jon Peniel's site from your link... Cool stuff....!

Domminick mentioned a certain Institute, (The Ber---- ? Institute) where they played different harmonics in separate ears. The combined signal were phased such that a resultant audio signal of a particular frequency resulted in desired brain waves (just like the CD's for sale at your link). Somehow this ties in to the dot dissapearing...Dom did mention it is patented (?).

What about Steve's research/findings...Is this work intellectual property or are these methods potentially patentable?

Joe <<often overly concerned with worldly matters!

16 May 2001 ' Wednesday

[I, too, attempted to have an LD and meet you all at MLG. Here's the dream I awoke from this morning.]

"Flash of Light in the Forest"

Keelin and I are sitting in front of the fireplace in the meeting room of the MLG. I am in a wheelchair. I think, "This is not right, I don't use a wheel chair.' I look again and see that Keelin is also in a wheel chair. She hands me a picture frame. There are eight photos in the frame. We look at each of the pictures and laugh and remember when they were taken. [I don't remember now what the photos were.]

The scene changes, and we are no longer in the wheel chairs but are walking up a road in a rain forest. We are on our way to a parade. I see a bright white flash to my left. [I am wearing the NovaDreamer.] I think, "Oh, if this were a dream, that could be a cue.' We walk on until we get to the place where the parade is forming.

Someone has brought a camel. I go to the camel and pat him on the neck. I also see two tiny, little horses ' not ponies but miniature horses. I ask if I can lead one of the tiny horses in the parade and the owner says yes. Then I disturb a child's sleep by stepping on the head of its bed. [Don't ask me why the child's bed was out at the parade grounds.] The child's father becomes angry with me. I look at my watch. The time is 10:45 a.m. I think, "Well, it's time the child was up and about anyway!' [I wake. Next time I see something "not right,' I will check to see if I'm dreaming.]

Hey, everybody, it's good to hear from you. Let's keep trying to have a group dream! I know it can be done!

I sent my dream to all of you, I have been dreaming since I came home in the Netherlands. We all can go beyond time, somewhere over the rainbow/the wonderful world by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole, I bought the other cd at the airport "In dis Life"he says this is music that reflects how I feel about what I seen,heard and felt..always sharing Aloha..and respect.."I luv all o'you like Ohana"in his words!The dance ,the music,the happiness, I will never forget, thanks to all of you being at Maui Dreaming and awakening camp!Aloha Hermine

Hi...Joe the music was cool man.... very good thank you for link shasha Ps.let me know if you got the pictures

Aloha Campmates!

Well, it didn't seem odd at all to find myself back at Mana Le'a Gardens last night. After all, that was the plan, wasn't it? In fact, it seemed so very natural and familiar that I never realized it was a dream! Not the plan.

I missed several good cues: an unfamiliar camper (rather than suspicious, I felt anxiety about not remembering her name); the inclusion of a former co-worker (apparently not a problem); four of us comparing patterns on the ski sweaters we were wearing (go figure).

The most memorable scene was at the pool which was filled with frivolity and mostly swimming campmates. Jerry, however, in horizontal position, was barely touching the water in his rehearsal for flying in a dream. (Great style, you've got there, Jer!)

Okay, so next time... and may that be soon. The goal of a Maui reunion is quite inspiring!

Love, Keelin

PS: Toko, Thanks for the CD title -- and for the sleep-over at Mom's ;->.

Dear Daniel and DreamFriends,

The rumor is true -- The next Dreaming and Awakening workshop will be August 1-10 in Hawaii on the Big Island! Details will be posted soon.

And Daniel, just remember: Don't be jealous... just be there! (Seeing what a lucid dream enthuiast you are, I truly hope you can make it to DreamCamp in Paradise.)

Aloha & sweet tropical dreams to all, Keelin

Last night, I wasn't even trying to participate in the reunion dream, I was too busy trying to program the Mask so it wouldn't blow my head off just as I was falling asleep. But I had a long non-lucid which might relate.

I was sitting outside at night with a group of people all wrapped in towels, on some kind of university campus. I was wearing a towel, too. We were talking about lucid dreaming for a long time. Then some went away, and I fell asleep under my towel only to be awakened by some suspicious-looking guys who looked as if they were prowling for something to steal. I confronted, scuffled with, and subdued them. Then I went off to meet the Lecturer in charge of the lucid dreaming course. On the way, I passed a jolly group and recognised some as the towel-wearers. One, a girl, came over and gave me a hug, affectionately calling me 'bull-dozer' (must have been Toko). Then I met the 'Professor' who explained why I was having this dream. Dammed if I can remember what he said, but it all seemed very obvious at the time - and, of course, he could have put a bomb under me but I still wouldn't have sussed I was dreaming. So I went to get my non-existant car from the carpark and found it was missing. The carpark was absolutely full of rusty wrecks of 1940's cars, and for some reason I kept blundering into them while searching for my keys and my car. A rather slow-witted attendant came over and explained he'd taken my car away for safe keeping. I was annoyed at this, and huffed off to find the manager. This dignitary calmly explained that my car would be brought, and showed me a flat piece of metal shaped like a pine cone - or a pineapple. End.

Hi Keelin!

Sorry to take so long to respond to your question¡KNo, not a group dream, but a rare experience I will never forget¡K.

On Monday, the day most of us left, I felt compelled to get the inside story behind Mana Le¡¦a Gardens¡K

I asked Sandy for a tour. She agreed to walking the spiritual path and describing her take on the whole thing. I let everyone know, and Wilson, Betty and Beatrice (please forgive me if I missed someone) joined me. I guess Sandy got tied up with the changing guest issues. We found ourselves with Kirby (nice staff member fellow). Then, as if preordained, Sandy appeared and both Sandy and Kirby realized that it was James who should lead the tour. Sandy had just made arrangements for him to meet us at the pool, and our spiritual journey took the road less traveled.

James is one of the coolest people I had the pleasure of meeting on my trip. He shared his story, the common ¡§came and never left¡¨ version, and gave us all the most interesting lessons in: "h Plate Tectonics; "h Various effects of erosion on the chronologically formed island chain , et al, in terms of local geography; "h All inclusive non-indigenous flora and fauna; "h Effects of humans there (how hoofed animals nearly destroyed the delicate ecosystem, as well as the influence of plants and animals disastrously introduced in the absence of natural predators; "h And finally (thanks for bearing with me) his own spirituality.

He described how he first discovered the wild goat paths when he was putting the roof on the gazebo at the hill¡¦s crest, and the treacherous terrain in the valley below, which he had only been down in a handful of times in his 10 year tenure as caretaker.

Our brief rest in the gazebo turned into a most interesting discussion. Wilson and James mentioned the ancient Lemarians (inhabitants of Atlantis) who journeyed to the north shore of Maui (right where we were!) for spiritual cleansing. Apparently, as James described it, the majority of the run-off from the volcano goes north, and there is a concentration of this ¡§vibrational energy¡¨ in that region. I was intrigued hoe Wilson and James conversed freely of the details. A measured (?) frequency of 22.4 Hz. Is observed. Not wanting to sound skeptical, I listened intently.

Our tour ended down at the potting shed/vegetable garden with picking and eating ripe papaya, a lesson in banana cultivation, and James mentioning how thrilled he was to have a riding mower.

Thanks, Shasha for the Atlantis link¡K..So, what about this frequency thing? I am, as you all may have figured by now, still searching¡K..

Joe

¡§You have entered the Twilight Zone¡K Beyond this World Strange Things are Known¡K Use the Key, Unlock the Door¡K. See what your Fate might have in Store¡K Come explore your Dream¡¦s Creation¡K Enter this World of Imagination¡K¡¨

Neil Peart of Rush from 2112

Well, I really tried. Went to bed early (just before midnight on the 15th), set alarm for 2am (11pm Maui time), when it rang went down to spare bedroom (so unfamiliar surroundings would make me more aware that something was different, and to spare long-suffering husband from NovaDreamer beeps), wrote down intentions in journal, set NovaDreamer to make beeps (I'd never used beeps in cues before, feeling certain they would "blow my head off"'excellent image, Alan!), set alarm for a couple of hours later so I could try again if I missed at midnight, and concentrated on feeling that I was already in bed at MLG.

My plan: "wake up" in my cabin, begin repeating "I am dreaming", and head down the steps (in bare feet or socks to increase the tactile sensations that help stabilize my dreams) toward the picnic table dining area. When I read that Toko-pa had finally seen the goat, I knew that I had my focus for the dream...visit the goat! But I also wanted to see you all, and in my mental pictures when I am in my cabin, you all aren't at the gazebo, you are at the picnic tables with the sounds of your conversation and laughter wafting up through the trees. Of course the obvious solution was'go down and join you all at the picnic tables, find Toko-pa, and have her show me where the goat was!

Nothing. I did not remember a single dream the entire night, with 4 different awakenings (alarms and/or phone calls). I was surprised that even the "beep" cues had not woken me up. But I gave it one last try at 8:20 am, and when I woke at 9:20 I did remember one dream. Not lucid, not at MLG, and not quite about you folks, but"

I am at a party or gathering, perhaps of a Libertarian Party organization or conference. It started and ended at odd dates'Monday would be the last full day of the event and we would be leaving Tuesday morning (familiar, just off by 1 day compared to the actual MLG dates). I asked someone "is today really Monday" and she said "Yes, Shasha and (some name not one of you) left yesterday" (which when awake I recognize matches Shasha and Lorella's real-life Sunday departure, but is earlier than their actual departure in terms of how close to the end it was, if you know what I mean and I doubt if you do).

In the dream I think the same thoughts I (really) thought at dream camp on Sunday'that starting and ending on weekdays was odd, but that I would sure hate to be having to leave already. Also, there was something about the person I asked being a nurse or social worker or secretary who only worked "there" (wherever "there" was) on weekdays and since she'd just gotten back from her weekend, she had a much firmer idea about what day it was than I did.

In the dream I had just met a sort-of-Beatrice who lived in Pennsylvania and was the secretary or treasurer of her local organization. Then Dean Ahmad (former secretary of the National party who lives in Maryland, in real life as well as the dream) arrived, I hugged him and introduced him to Beatrice. I said "she lives in Pennsylvania, are you neighbors?" and the 2 of them talked, determining that yes they lived very near each other.

That's it. Now that I read it over, I realize that the "off by 1 day" theme could have been influenced by (a) knowing I was dreaming this several hours later than the midnight rendez-vous we were attempting, and/or (b) having had the same "which midnight" doubts as Ralf. I hadn't yet read his posting about having been a day early, but I had had the same question in my mind, knowing that midnight on the 15th is "really" what comes after 11:59pm on the 14th, but that in common usage it comes after 11:59pm on the 15th.

On a totally different note: My experience with the NovaDreamer seems somewhat atypical. On Maui, I only saw the cues as clear, undisguised red flashing lights, and I knew what they were. I was excited when I saw my first clearly disguised cue that I only recognized after waking'someone had plugged in an antique Chrismas decoration that glowed very dimly for a few seconds and then'shorted out all the lights in the house. I looked outside and saw lights were out in all the neighbor's houses too. Since then I haven't seen (or at least recalled) a single definite light cue, disguised or otherwise. What I have noticed appearing over and over in my logs is dreams about DARKNESS! Headlights are out, power gets shorted out, store blinks their lights off to indicate they are closing, store is out of business so all their lights are off. Last night, I had a very strong "darkness event" even though I wasn't wearing the NovaDreamer.

I know, I know'next time I see it get dark, I will remember to do a reality check'

I think I'm focussing too hard since I got the Mask. I set the delay for 3 hours, but always wake up just before it's due to start cueing (sometimes with the memory of a dream I wished I'd gone lucid in). Then I get up and potter about for half an hour, then reset the delay for 30 minutes and go back to bed - to lay there trying to go to sleep before the cues start. This takes me through to about 4 am, when I give up, take off the Mask and go to sleep. I'll get the hang of it soon, though.

Love to all,

Lana Dirtbunge

Hi, lucid campers

@Lana: Thanks for a Dirt (y) dculi laughter.

@all: When is our next Maui midnight special meeting? I suggest on May, 31.

Ralf

Wow. I had the best dream last night! I dreamt of all the special people in my waking life...each one was represented by a house. Then each of these houses fitted themselves into the body of a huge elephant who stood on the precipice of a towering cliff. He threw his massive trunk up in the air with a mighty elephant roar, as if to say, we are all One.

My Dreamer has a funny sense of humour. Lately I have been recounting my dreams to dream characters. (surely an attempt to wake me up...)

With each telling, they seem to alter slightly (like in the telephone game) before I wake up. But the alterations seem to take a trend towards deeper revelation of the dream...as if my dreaming-self has already understood them.

31st works for me - let's meet in the pool this time ;D A midnight swim?

Mahalo Maui Miracles, you have taught me so much.

Love Love.

Greetings, All:

Too wierd, Alan...reality check big time!

Just yesterday I met a nice young lady named Lana...And we had a discussion of other "Lana's"

Lana from Risky Business- Rebecca DeMorney "ooh lala!" (yes, Tangerine Dream did the soundtrack...Love on A Real Train, what can I say?)

Lana Turner - singer

What about Lana 'i, Hawaii? (Kaunolu's Place in the Prehistory of Lana'i - interpretation of radiocarbon dating samples taken from Kaunolu, the largest archaeological complex on the Island of Lana'i, Hawaii. (Site is down)

What is the term for rearrangeing letter to make new words?

Just floating around...

Joe

Hi, Toko

The hot tub would be too tiny, wouldn't it?

A gigantic ... elephant.

An old houses regards