Hi dreammasters, We will master our dreams by all the examples we share. I wonder about your statistics Ralf, but I assume Joan and you had the contact by this picture. I had an insect dream again, why? I dreamt I wanted to kill the flying insect with a brick. My mother was there too and I wanted to protect her for the insect not to get bitten.(stung?) Another part of the dream this morning was about cycling but now on a tandem. This was exciting and I felt the speed. I dreamt about Psychosynthesis and people I knew from the time I did these courses.(between 1985 and 1989) Another part was about nursing again. (between 1971 and 1976)Maybe a question about my professional life. How to combine all the courses I did in my life. I integrated most of my education, in this dream some parts seemed to be in focus again. Last part of my dream was I am wrapping up a plant in paper and keep the topleaves outside the paper so you can see it is a plant. Hermine

Ralf,

I pronounce all that stuff about probability and UFOs as Woo-Woo As Hell (WWAH) :-)

Dear American Friends!

I want to express my deepest compassion with you. A friend just called me and I watched the catastrophe on TV. So many lives are wasted. I feel this as an attack of civilisation, as we know it. The world will never be the same after today. I hope that the civilised forces will overcome the forces of terror.

Yours Ralf

Dear Ralf,

Thank you for your kind thoughts. We need friends at a time like this. I am still trying to comprehend the enormity of what has happened. Our country will never be the same.

Betty

Humanity, Human rights? All these innocent people, no protection. I have no words for such an act! Hermine

Wednesday, 12. September 2001

Dear lucid friends!

It is not easy for me or a matter of course, to continue with my routine today. The world has changed. But as in the past in some personal, national or international crisis situations I think and feel today, that we shouldn't let terror rule our lives. That means giving more power to these terrorists, than they deserve. We need this power for ourselves! We have to continue being creative!

The following are the dreams of yesterday. I worked on them until I got the call regarding the catastrophe. I didn't want to post them yesterday.

Tuesday, 11. September 2001

The dream: I'm at work in the hospital. It's the ward, where I worked last year. I'm only temporary here, for one day. The chief nurse isn't there. I wonder. Someone says she took holiday, so that we don't have to meet. I awake briefly, because there is a cue from ND. I hardly open my eyes, but lie still to remember dreams. Instead I dream on (non - lucid): The other nurses are still in their morning meeting. They have sent me to look after four patients with a nursing student. I'm to teach her. There is a comatose patient. We give him a wash. His eyes are closed, he doesn't move. He has a tube in his trachea to support respiration. But he isn't on artificial ventilation. We clean his eyelids, each of us on one side of the patient. I do it careful, but with a certain amount of force, because they are pretty clotted. While doing this, the patient wakes up and sits up in bed. He removes the tube with his hands, as if he is confused, then puts it in and out again. I catch the tube and take it out of his hand. It has to be cleaned. Now we have worked such a long time. Maybe an hour. I'm afraid, it may be too long. My colleagues are entering the room. The meeting is over. I feel like I'm too tardy.

Comment: In the dream I'm on 43b, a hospital's unit, where I worked last year. I have been the proxy chief of the unit and there has been a lot of struggle between me and the chief and some other experiences, which led me to the conclusion to focus on starting my business as Heilpraktiker. It is now some month ago, that I dreamed about this subject. The current trigger may be, that there is some minor struggle in the unit, where I work now. Today is a conference of our units caregivers and I intend to discuss this subject. "The patient" is a recurrent symbol. I see him (sometimes her) as a part of me, which needs care, which is ill. Often the patient is comatose in the beginning. That is another way to say: Something has lost conscience. In this case, something comes back to my conscience and I'm not at all pleased of the new, potentially not controllable life. I'm afraid, that the current struggle may grow over my head. But this patient has to get healthy, I work on that he wakes up. And his open eyes remind me to keep mine open, aware of my older fears and injuries, which have nothing to do with the current situation. He wants to say something. But he can't, as long as he has the tube in his throat. I have to say something. It takes time to care for this subject, it takes time to heal the wounds. It is important.

Second dream I'm walking downstairs. There is a party just starting. Everybody has presents, I don't. I'm lifting my arm again and again to salute people I don't really know. Everybody is quiet. Feels like a funeral. We arrived half an hour too early. It's all embarrassing, but I decide to stay cool. Don't look unsettled. I very liked to smoke now. But I don't want to. It would be silly after all the time. My sister enters the room. She carries a drum (bongos). And she uses them. Somebody wants to stop her, but I find it funny. Another woman on the wardrobe has bongos, too. She holds them over her breast and hits them elated. I find this strange and funny. Sounds very good. I look around for a guitar. There is one in the next room, hanging off the wall. The dream ends here. I would have rather dreamed on and joined the session.

This one reflects the double wedding party we joined in the weekend. Somehow we were willing but not able to give a present for the four. We decided to do it later on. It has been a huge party with ca. 200 people, so nobody took care. I knew nearly anyone and was rather bored, suspired for a cigarette until I decided to have some fun. I took a walk outside in the fair landscape with my Astrid. Later on danced a little, although the music wasn't after my fancy.

12.9.2001

Dreams of this night 12.9: I awake at 04:30 am. I have heartburn. I think, I ate too much while my emotions were still troubled by the pictures of the horrible tragedies in America. I lie awake and think, this is an occasion for MILD. I try to recall dreams. At 5:00 am my Astrid gets up, she has to go to work. I don't use ND this night.

The following is a sometimes interrupted longer dream:

I'm at a doctor's practise. We both sit on a table and he interrogates me regarding my medical history and my current symptoms. He is of my age. I don't feel ill. It is a personal atmosphere. Nearly like being at home. The doctor takes a convenient position. I wonder, if he is really continuing to be interested in my case. He tends to drop off. After some questions and answers the medical secretary or charwoman comes , opens a door - like window. She shows me the window as a warning. I go there and nearly fall. We are very high above the ground. There is no balcony, but she steps outside and enters an entrance a floor below. I can just keep from falling down, pull myself in again. The doctor must have been standing up. I take a look at his writing. It makes no sense. It is like I suspected: He is ill. I'm depressed. Who should heal me now? Now he is in his chair again. He is sweating, trembling, not responsive. I think this is a seizure. I think about calling an ambulance. With his last remains of consciousness he expresses, that he doesn't want to. Has he something to hide? Is this a seizure due to deprivation of alcohol? Or maybe due to low level of blood sugar or a "Phaeochromcytom" (excessive autonomous adrenaline production) - crisis? I take his blood sugar. 103 mg/100ml. That is normal. I try to measure the blood pressure. There are two devices - somehow knotted. The medical secretary is there again. She helps me untangling. We measure synchronous. I feel like I'm too tardy, but there it is: 160/100 mm Hg. She has nearly the same values. That is normal, too. So what is the matter? I already thought about calling an ambulance. Now I dial the number. 112. On the other side is a young person answering. No ambulance. Did I make a mistake in dialing? He seems to wake up again. He stands up and dresses to get warmer. I don't agree to let him go, but he insists. I seem to wake up. The next thing I know is, that I'm outside. Maybe I followed him. There are two dogs playing or fighting near a river. While playing they fall on the ice. It breaks. They manage to get out. But while watching I must have come too close and slide down into the river. That would be no good to fall into this ice cold water, I think. I dip into the water but then rise and start hovering above the water. This must be a dream. Once recognised, it starts to fade. But this time I remember the prolonging task. I'm not spinning, because I want to stay in the scene. I'm not handrubbing, because that seems to be not enough. But I'm swirling very fast with both arms to stabilise the dreambody. It seems to work, but the scene vanishes and is immediately substituted by another: I'm hovering in a room in my mother's house. I stop swirling. The scene is stable. Now great excitement comes over me. The scene fades. I force myself to calm down. I swirl one or two seconds. The scene gains stability. I look around, still hovering. There is a cat sitting on the window sill. It has a tiger - like fur pattern. It is not my mother's cat. She is simply grey. The cat stares very intense into my eyes and so do I. This intensity is more than real. The cat looks more than real. It is a vibrating, deep and detailed sight, that surmounts waking perception by far. I have to force myself to look in another direction. I don't want to awake due to focussing. I shift between looking at the cat and looking at my hands. At first there are no hands, but time by time, shift by shift they gain substance until they look real. I look outside and just the thought of being outside immediately carries me through the closed window. Without any feeling of acceleration, thrust or penetration of matter. Now I'm hovering five meters above my mothers garden. The scene fades again. I try the swirling again. But this time it doesn't work. The scene fades until I'm in the dark. Feeling in physical heavy body. No spinning is possible. I just lie still and recall the dream.

Comment: I relate the doctor's part to my symptoms in the night because of my disturbed emotions. Who should heal me, where should I go, if the doctor himself is ill? That is depressive. I have to take the part of the doctor. I have to heal myself. The thing has to do with the World Trade Centre. The open window/ door high above the ground and myself nearly falling down (like these poor people yesterday) show, that I'm inside the tower, while I talk with and then care for the doctor. The part of myself inside the tower is very ill. But I somehow managed to heal it and to get out. The part with the dogs maybe relates to myself. My name is Ralf. Ralf is derived from Randolf, a Nordic name, that means counsellor and wolf. And this relates to what men seem to be these days: Wolves and more than wolves, maybe really caring for one another as human beings, maybe fighting and killing. I am as the wolves are: I fall down into the cold water. But then I'm hovering. Is it transcendence or is it just another way to escape? From then on things are getting not that easy to interpret. Of course it is a success for me. It is the first time, I use prolonging techniques in a LD. But the new scene in my mother's house has a meaning, too. It seems to be still in the context of the previous dream scenes. This special room is currently my mother's healing room, she is a spiritual healer, dealing with angels and aura and chakras. The cat is another side of me. More than real. It stares at me. Maybe it is even more "real" in this part of dream, as I am with my translucent dreambody. Maybe this place has been chosen by dreammachine, because my mother is in a kind of spiritual crisis these weeks. The angels don't act, as my mother wants them to. Or she don't understands them. Or there are none..., but only her imaginations. What has the real dream cat to say in this context? She (it) remains a mystery, that is staring at me. As stable or even more stable, than my own dreambody's hands. I don't know what would have happened, if I was willing the cat to change. But in this dream she didn't change. Maybe that is a kind of conclusion: In the face of this ill terror, there isn't everything else vain: The mystery remains, stares at us and is challenging us.

Maybe somewhere in between this dreamlet: I have enough. I want to smoke a cigarette. It take one out of a box, between my lips and suck. I'm surprised, because it is already lit, although I didn't do it. I take it out again. It is silly to smoke. It doesn't change anything.

Comment: Yesterday I very liked to smoke, just to distract emotionally from this awful disaster in America. But I didn't, because it wouldn't change anything. I don't really know, why this one goes deeper, than Srebreniza - slaughter in Yugoslavia or the earthquake in Turkey not long ago. Maybe it is the factor of feeling more threatened. But I somehow have the feeling, that it hurts. It is like all the struggle for humanity, all this work for peace and especially our/ my work on lucid dreaming in the frame of mankind's evolution is vain and destroyed in one act of terrorism. Why should I care for my health, if this world is so ill? I should simply do it, because it is better, because I want to live.

I wish you, especially our American friends, all the healing power, that it needs to get over this incredible situation.

Yours Ralf

Dear Campmates & Fellow Dreamers,

Ralf and Hermine: Thank you for your thoughtful messages regarding yesterday's surreal and tragic events. A good time for all hearts to go lucid...

Ralf: Thank you also for sharing your lucidity progress with us here on the Forum. The image of you with swirling arms made me smile -- and brought back sweet memories of DreamCampmates dancing in Hawaii.

Joan: Every time you tell us you & Jerry are going for a walk I get the feeling both you venture out with all eyes on the look out for waking life anomalies. Wish I could tag along.

Alan: Although we all eagerly await your article, I can understand that you'd prefer to have it officially published before posting it here on the Forum. I look forward to its debut!

Joe: Re UFO... does that stand for Unidentified Flying Oneironaut?

Dreams of Light & Flight to all, Keelin

PS: Betty: Glad to see you're able to post again ;->

Hi, Keelin

Yeah, I remember this body surfing happening. Nasty Neptun stole my goggles! I swirled a lot...

Ralf

Greetings, All:

Thanks for the well wishes, Ralf. This tragedy seemingly has affected us all to some degree...

My brother and sister live in and near NYC..Brother is doing a gig in the mediteranean, piano man on a cruise ship...but have not heard from sis...her in-laws are in the stock trades...I'm sure she is doing what she can, but I am starting to worry....I will let you know....

How did I get the UFO "tatoo/stigma" Keelin? I dont mind, i know they are out there...Just consider the logic of the Drake Equation... I like to have fun with it, like Satriani and Vai....Oh..I remember..that picture Ralf spliced together, or did you all not see it (you have my ok Ralf to send it to anyone that asks)...

Had another interesting pair of LD's last night....Success with the ND! I find that wearing it snugly gives me the clue (analogous to the string around your finger memory device), and then the light button confirms the actuality...

Flying is the final confirmation I always use..I seem not to be able to soar from the ground like superman, only to fall down..but start with a floating sensation and this finally confirms the situation...then I can fly freely like a bird, or more like swimming... I theorize that after 36 years of experiencing gravity, this is hard to cognitively ignore instantly, in a similar realm as to instant light or darkness phenomenon..

Sorry Ralf, the sex thing predominatyed my interest, and made me ignore our little experiment...even when fulfilled in real life, this mental urge often seems to keep me from exploring the more interesting facets (did I say more interesting?). Maybe I should say more "intelectually" stimulating.

Now for something completely different...

My attention was drawn to a sidewalk book sale. I picked up a text entitled "Psycic War, paranormal espianoge" or something like that. I read that as a result of some Nasa experiments with the Monroe group (MacGonigle?)years ago, Remote viewing was seen to be a detriment to OBE, those practicing one made him lose skills in the other area...I thought these two wer the same phenomena??? The fact that this is even documented amazes me!!! How does this rate on the woo-woo meter oh great meter reader Alan?

zzzZZZZZ( Can LD'ing be a similar conscious state to that experienced by these documented "see-ers?) z z z Joe

Like everyone says, the WTC attack was an attack upon all of us. My youngest son Nat was half an hour away from NY when it happened.

Joe, you might want to track down a book called 'Strange Conflict' by Dennis Wheatley. Published in the 30s, it's the first account (fictional) of OBE use as a spying technique. But much earlier texts carry reference to such phenomena, only expressed in a different language. Such as the 13th century report of the incomprehensible behaviour of a Sufi leader: he suddenly stopped addressing his group, went outside, said a prayer, took off his sandal, and threw it into the air as hard as he could. His students thought he'd gone potty. A month later, a merchant caravan carrying essential goods for the community arrived out of the desert. The caravan guide recounted that, a month ago, they had been attacked by bandits and taken prisoner. All the merchants thought they were going to be killed, but suddenly the bandit chief was struck dead by a sandal falling from the sky.

Lovely story, but definitely one for the 'I dunno' basket.

Love to all

Alan T.

Greetings, All:

My sister is ok, as well as her immediate family...She has a few friends missing, so well wishes will be appreciated...

The younger brother called me today, from a few blocks away as a matter of fact!...He had been in NYC up until a few days ago, but drove out on Sunday..kinda syncronous IMHO. He is looking over my shoulder now, I will get his spin on the LD thing and report back...He says he is planning to move to Toronto..So expect a visit Shasha, Lorrella, and Toko...

Thanks, Alan...A sufi connection to boot! Are you making any leeway with those bain scientists? I know that LD will become more accepted by the scientific community in the near future...What are you predictions? You mention wanting to study it using fMRI, but what do you hope to uncover?

zzzz(Surely remote viewing can be put to better humanitarian use than espionoge?!?!) z z z Joe

Guys -

Best Book on Psi Spys I know is "Remote Viewers" by Jim Schnabel. If you want the inside scoop but with high woo, woo meter scores, F. Holmes Atwater, the organizer of the US Military RV Pgrm, just published a biography called "Captain of My Ship, Master of My Soul". FHA retired from the Stargate program in '88 and became the Monroe Institues's director of Research.

BTW, wrt Joe McM.& OBE vs RV, in the conversations I've had with him, the issue seems not to be PSI vs OBE but rather Joe's style & temprement for natural PSI-RV. Joe found that after spending ~1yr trying to product "classical OBEs" , he succeeded but found that the RV states he naturally enters are easier and 'more clear' for him. Spending time in other ASCs than his tuned "RV" states did not seem to improve his RV and was a distraction for him. His description was one of stylistic preference vs. one state (OBE) directly impacting the other (RV). If you read about the very early RV research at the American Society of Psyical Research (Osis/Mitchell)on I.Swann, the RV state and OBE state are hardly distinguishable.

-- Just my two cents.

Dominick PS. Alan - BTW, excellent citation on the "Strange Conflict". This was the very first book I ever read on OBE/Astral Projection/LDs! Over thirty years ago....Must find myself a copy for my library!

Dear lucids!

Joe. Nice that you get lucid again and again. Sounds so easy. And good to hear your family seems to be fine.

Alan. I enjoyed this story. P.S. Lovely Rita meter maid...

Dominick, feels good to see you again. I'm sorry, but in spite of your effort the copies you tried to send me ( regarding OBE) didn't reach me.

Hope, you all are as fine, as you can be.

Yours Ralf

ralf- look over the next week. I'd expect a package soon. let me know if you don't get the stuff by the end of sept. - dom

Hi Dominick and others, I got the information of the Monroe Institute and tapes too. I bought another book at the ASD conference this year. Its title is 'River Dreams', and it's written by DALE E. GRAFF, the former director of Project Stargate. He provides us with more stories from the U.S. government's top secret program and focuses on how readers can tap their own psychic potential. I talked with him at the Conference and noticed that he has a lot of experience! In the book it is said that he was the leading researcher and expert in the United States Defense Department in the area of parapsychological phenomena for 17 years. In July I sent Robert(from our Maui group) a dream I had the 20th of July. In the dream I am in a building searching for a man with explosives. Rita D., a woman of our ASD organization and I decided to find the man in a more spiritual way of searching. Suddenly I noticed the man on the other side. Rita and I held his fingers with our hands and Robert mastered the man in the dream. On Wednesdaymorning 25th of July I got a second dream related to this one. I woke up at night. It was 4.30 and I realized in the dream I had two things I had to find out. First I had to ask myself: " What is my position"? Secondly I had to decide what to do. I didn't take action immediately but first thought profoundly about what I had to do. Again I was searching in my dream where the person would be. I didn't take action yet in my dream. Robert is Robert from our dreamgroup in Maui from San Jose in my first dream. He stopped being a technical engineer and has gone on the stockmarket three years ago. The second dream had no relation to him. In real life Rita D. has experienced an explosion and a fire in her lab and got saved by somebody who dreamt a precognitive dream about her and immediately ran to her lab when the fire was there to save her. Last Tuesday morning I dreamt about Hawaii and I can explain the dream in detail but I didn't feel any fear for what might happen in New York or Washington or Pennsylvania. In the days preceding the WTC tragedy I dreamt twice about flying insects, which had not been in my dreams for years. In 1988 during a Psychosynthesis course I saw a flying insect during a guided visualization process. Which was the last time I remember seeing one. On Friday morning I dreamt about an explosion and eating the glass and blood on my fingers, more influenced by watching CNN a lot, I think. On Saturday I dreamt that I was walking on the small edge of the front of a building. I succeeded to come down unhurt.

I hope in reality Bush and his administration, and politicians of other countries will think twice, before they start to retaliate. Love and Peace, Hermine

Joe,

I fear I am a long way from realising my pet project of comparing fMRI brain scans of lucid dreamers with those of schizophrenia. It does not figure on the agenda of any brain science institute of which I am aware. But it still seems likely to me that certain similarities might emerge from such a study. The symptoms of auditory and visual hallucinations are in both cases produced by brain activity, so the comparison could help to locate the brain systems involved. Most people have no idea of the difficulties and restrictions of researching or obtaining more public awareness of this illness. For a start, I am forbidden for ethical reasons to show a person exhibiting symptoms to the general public in a video or film. So I'm trying to raise public awareness of an illness I can't show the public....

Ralf,

Please don't call me Rita....

Love to all

Alan T.

Dominick: Thanks, I'll keep you posted

Hermine: Thanks for sharing thoughts and dreams. I'm still looking for new ways to design our "Maui meeting experiment." The whole thing about RV and OBE is very interesting. And closely linked to LDs. The insect - symbol: I'm dreaming very rarely of insects. In my LD, the insect was something threatening, strange. I feared to get infected by it. I lost lucidity and the dream ended. I hope the politicians will think complex, before they make decisions, because this situation is very complex.

Alan: Schizophrenia is a very bad disease. My brother's long- term girlfriend committed suicide some years ago because of schizophrenia or a similar psychosis. I think we spoke about it in Maui. And a friend of my best friend is psychotic, too. He seems normal most of the time, but is not able to stay in any job, because his disease is recurring. Both are / were of above the average intelligence, both university graduates. Only few diseases are as destructive, as psychosis. It is very hard for the family to live with this disease. They often suffer and break. It is good, that someone cares for schizophrenia - research. Keep on good work. Regarding Rita: Excuse me, but the Beatles' song doesn't go "Lovely Lana..."

I'm still working on MILD and keep you posted on progress. I'm not that motivated as to post NLDs these days. I have to save time for learning osteopathy.

Sweet dreams

Ralf

Argh!!! And ischlophischlo too!

Maybe someone remember that I a while ago talked about that I had begun to think "lucid thoughts" in my ordinary dreams without becoming lucid? This is only getting worse and worse. And even though it's very fun it's extremely irritating. Like in a dream I had yesterday. I was on this expedition deep in the jungle on an unexplored island. Pretty nice dream. After a while I woke up. I did, what I believe is called MILD (not sure, because I haven't really understood how the technique are supposed to be used.) Anyway, I fell back to sleep and found myself in almost the same dream as I had been dreaming a while ago. Not lucid though. In this dream I and twelve others was stuck at the shore of a little jungle island. In the beginning of the dream the reason to why we were there was that our boat had sunken. But a bit later it was because our airplane had crashed. Well, it was evening and soon it would become dark. We had built ourselves a little shed to sleep in. And now I and a few other was collecting coconuts. I knew we would be stuck here for a long while. The dream continued" bla bla bla" Now it was almost totally dark. One of the people in our little group said he would go look around a little bit. I said it was no point doing this now when it was dark. I suggested we should do it next morning instead. But he didn't listened. I thought I was stupid but didn't care. I did some other stuff and was just about to go to sleep when I heard a scream. Then a women came running and said he had been kidnapped by natives. I understood she meant the man who had gone out to explore the surroundings. I armed myself with a big iron skewer and a pistol and ran after the natives. They sung some kind of weird song so it wasn't hard following them into the deep jungle. After a while I lost them but soon I found their village. They were having a ceremony of some sort. I understood they were about to eat my poor friend. I ran straight towards the village. No time to waste. Suddenly I stood in front of my father's messy working desk. Weird. I thought something similar to: "Well, this is not the village. That's obvious. So then it must just be a symbol for the village.' I remembered another dream I had earlier. (Don't know if I wrote about it here at the forum. But in that LD I suddenly realised that it wasn't a dream and that way lost my lucidity.) Bla bla bla" (How is it possible to talk this much rubbish without coming to the point??) Anyway, I worried that this maybe wasn't a dream. Maybe I had been dream walking again? And I thought that my father wasn't going to be happy if I messed up his desk. But then I agreed to that this couldn't be reality. So I destroyed the desk, which I saw as a symbol for the village. Then I shoot a little monkey hanging from the lamp in the roof. This too I understood has a symbol for one of the natives. These thought about if it was reality or a dream didn't make me become lucid. But it still infected the dream, or what to say. Now I didn't care about the person they had kidnapped anymore. Somehow I knew that what I did here didn't matter. So instead I kidnapped a native. A very good looking native of the female sex. (Hm. Wonder why I kidnapped her? smiles) I brought her back to out little camp while shooting against natives hunting us. Bla bla bla"

Sure, it's cool having these experiences. But why the ****** ******* **** don't I become lucid by thinking these thought? How stupid can you be? I mean, it's like standing in front of a mirror looking on yourself saying: "I wish I could see myself.' Argh!!!!

Even though these weird experiences keep annoying me (in a fun kind of way), I managed to have a lucid dream a couple of days before. And for the first time I think I used the MILD technique. And it worked! Suddenly I realised that my fantasies was a little too real. And then I understood it was a dream. I had gone straight from awaken state to REM-sleep resulting in a LD. Something I've succeeded to do three times before. But then I haven't focused on it. Trying to do it. It just happened. Hehe" And one of the times wasn't really so exciting. When I suddenly noticed that my fantasies were a little too real everything went black and the only thing I could do was eating macaronis. Hehe" It was so real. You could really feel the macaronis going down your throat. But as fast as I tried to bring some kind of scenery in front of my eyes the dream gone unstable. So I just kept eating my macaronis in the total void. Not much of a LD" But still fun. As most dreams. It have never been so fun eating macaronis before'

An addition to the dream I shared. First in this context I had seen a program on CNN the day before about a woman who was searching the man who placed a bomb in a park in Atlanta, because her mother got killed. Second the evening before I talked with a friend about a dreamproject I wanted to do on a highschool in the Netherlands for the survivors of the fire at New Year's eve and she asked me why I felt so involved to work with them.I talked about R.D. the woman from ASD then and this came back in the dream too. Tonight I had a studygroup in Amsterdam about his book "How to know God". By coincidence the chapter about peace.(Each month we take another chapter) I shared the same dream with them and they believed the dayresidues had to do with it. I also believe in balancing power and vulnerability or keeping a check on a persons strength. I have studied Voice Dialogue for more than ten years and both polarities have to be integrated. I do believe in human intelligence and universal and collective wisdom to find all the answers. I hope the world will be supplied by its anwers. Hermine

Hi you all. In the last week I had a sequence of not very much pleasant dreams. The night before this terrorist attack I had a dream that I was driving a friend's car and parked it somewhere. When I came to get the car it wasn't there anymore. I knew I could take better care of the car like parking it in a safer place. It was stolen. I had to tell my friend about it. I felt so bad. In real life this happen when my father took my car for a ride. This month I had two dreams about situation he had passed, I thing it is a way for me see things in different points of views, his point of view. Good for our relation...well after felt so bad I have got lucid because it was looking so odd that situation. I was very enthusiastic about overcoming a nightmare with lucidity, so much that I woke up after got lucid.

During all the week I had dreams with the shadows of people that I know. Maybe 5 per cent or even less of them are true...hope so! I made regression in dreams field not only because of the quality of the dreams but I didn't get lucid even in the most extreme situation like knowing I was dead. Last night I had this dream I was working under water and then I realised, I have to go up, can't stay there more than tree minutes, I couldn't make it because a lot of chairs and desks go over me, then after suffering this panic the dream continue like a not very pleasant NLD but I don't remember very much.

It is so much better getting lucid in pleasant dreams, I hope they will come back soon

Beatrice

Linus

Don't worry. That also happens to the most prolific lucid dreamers. Just say: Next time... and imagine yourself getting lucid in the dream in the presence of the dreamsign. That is the recommended way to face missing a dreamsign. Don't punish yourself. Be positive! How do you do the MILD -technique? Maybe you should just buy the book "Exploring The World of Lucid Dreaming." This is an important basis of our discussion here. There are also some hints in the thread "Discussion of primary techniques - napping", as far as I remember. MILD means to recall (re - dream) the (latest) dream and imagining to get lucid. Repeat redreaming and imagining until you find yourself in an LD.

Macaroni: I'm a pasta fan. That is another good task for an LD: To eat a ton of pasta and see what happens...

Happy MILD, maybe you meet a magic wolf hunting pasta - rabbits...

Hermine

Our dreams show, that we participate in what is going on around the world. We are connected in many ways. I, too, hope, that wisdom may rule countries decision, not hate and fear.

Beatrice

That is a classic situation: Becoming lucid because of a nightmare. What do you mean with "dreams with the shadows of people" ? I'm sure lucid and pleasant dreams will return to you. They can't resist...

Sorry, I haven't got time to go on now. I'll be back.

Yours Ralf

P.S. This dream took place after my todays MILD exercise. I will to make a habit of rising at 4.45 am to get my lazy body and mind used to MILD and lucid dreaming.

Fear of dust 18092001 #ND #DSA2 I'm in a drugstore with Astrid and a friend of mine. I know this one, we are in Luebeck, my hometown. We are fetching something, I don't know what. (This pharmacy is specialised on homeopathy) I go outside and see the air and the streets are filled with dust. Dust on the ground, thick clouds of dust in the air. I'm frightened. I'm taking one step back. The dust is somewhat thinner here. Astrid is kneeling, nearly lying on the pavement. I wonder, why she does it. She seems to examine the dust there. I lend a hand and she gets up. I'm wondering where all this dust comes from. There are construction sites on both ends of the street. I can't believe, that this tons of dust are caused by two small sites. I awake. Comment: This is my second dream concerning the American catastrophe. In the first dream I escaped from WTC and healing - process seemed to begin. In the second dream (today) I'm outside. But the dust of WTC's breakdown "arrived" my hometown. And with the dust comes the fear. This is one world. Everybody is struck by the terror. So am I.

Greetings, All:

Ralf, I admire your diligence at documenting so many of your dreams.... I wish I had your patience...

Please descibe this "Astrid" person/persona you so often make reference to...

zzzzZZZ ("Me and my Arrow, oops Astrid") z z z z Joe

Hi friends,

I have been reading all along, but absent in my posts only because I haven't had much lucidity to contribute lately.

But I was inspired to write today from Beatrice's and Hermine's posts on difficult, painful dreams related to the horrors in NYC, Washington & Afghanistan. I have felt too alone in my having of bad dreams and difficult feelings around this disaster, and was given a breath to know I am not the only one.

I have been a bit ashamed by my psyche's capacity for violent imaginings.

My dark dreams have come in a relentless cluster, and most mornings I am intensely overcome.

I dream of an Islamic girl who tries to help me in spite of the wrath of her father, who is a mysoginist tyrant. I dream of a terrifying Nazi who terrorizes me in my house, with threats to poison my little cat. I dream of a hospital ward that is more like a torture camp for women, and there is much blood in the tiny chambers they are given. Menstrual blood.

It is under Islamic rule that women are most victimized on our planet. These women are disallowed from education, work, health care, independence, even their bodies are used repeatedly as canvasses for the agression of their men.

I have felt a great deal of grief since last Tuesday, and I am not sure how to move into a more peaceful, strengthened compassion that might be of good use & example.

Thank you for listening,

Toko-pa

Greetings, All:

I thought I would share a little experience I had today...I often encountered people (usually in casual conversations at the pub) who seem quite interested in LD'ing. Many people immediatly ask me to interpret their dreams. This usually leads to a unconfortable encounter, but that is another story.

One young fellow just last night told me of being at Harvard last year. He was aware that there was a lucid dreaming experiment being assembled. So this inspired me to visit our local college (Univ. of Cincinnati) and inquire into any local dealings or studies being done in this field.

I asked to speak with an adviser or councler in the graduate psychology department. I found a graduate level assistant professor (Paula K. Shear, PH.D.), who seemed eager to sign me up. I was dressed conservatively (no tye-dye ;~). The conversation was upbeat and friendly. Then she asked what specifically I was interested in, and I told her LD'ing. She immediatly turned her chair around and dove back into her PC, telling me that no one there had any interest or dealings in the field. The feeling I had immediatly was that my welcome had been worn out, but this did not stop me from plugging lucidity.com while leaving her office.

So typical....You would think that a professional in the field would would be hip to SLB's scientific approach!?!?!? Leaving you all on a positive note, at least there is some interest at Harvard!

zzzZZZZ("we sure know lots about goin' to church") z z z Joe

@ Toko..I hope sharing your feelings with us has alleviated your pain to some extent...If there is a purpose for lucid dreaming, learning to confront these demons and reach some level of resolve must be one of the best features of this blessing we share....

Joe

Your allowed to dream... (but nothing more! No arrows beyond this line!) I succeeded to upload a picture into my profile. There SHE is. But remember: Hands off!!

Your right, it takes diligence, and a lot of time to write down dreams. And my English is still not as fluent, as I would like it to be. But a dream - diary is essential to me and so is sharing experiences. It is motivating me. And I hope some of you, too.

Scientists and Lding: I had some discussions on the subject with psychiatrists and neurology - physicians. They listen, because they know me from my work in hospital. One was interested in information - material. One told me, she had just had a weeks course in a kind of attention - meditation and found the subject fascinating. Most look at me, as if I'm nuts. They can't understand, what "lucid" means. What will be in ten years? It is in our hands!

Toko Pa

Goddess, good to hear from you. I'm so sorry, that the light mood, that seemed to carry you in your last posting, has been wiped away by the cruel happenings in the US. My sister sent me before this events a mail, concerning the suffering of women due to Taliban terror regime. Women seem to always be the best victims in totalitarian systems. Most of these systems are against nature, flesh and women. Most of them are in the tradition of perverted patriarchic religions. It is time now for mankind to grow out of these systems, these states of consciousness, these archaic - sometimes cruel - habits. This is one world, we have no choice, but to share it. And on the long run we have to have compassion to reach the goal of one global pluralistic society.

I'm just seeing a news - ticker on TV. The first warplanes seem to be on the way to Afghanistan. German government has promised every support, military, too. Seems that no one wants a war of cultures. Let's hope for the best.

What good is our Forum for, if not to listen?

I'm still not certain, if this is appropriate, but I keep on with my work, now more than ever.

These is the report of this night, concerning my MILD - experiences and other topics.

Hope you enjoy reading.

Yours Ralf

Wednesday, 19. September 2001 SND!

0200 - 0445 am: When the NovaDreamer wake alarm goes off, I'm not able to remember any dreams. While trying to remember I fall asleep again.

0630 I'm awaking by myself with this dreams: Absurdes Aquarium 12092001 #NT #LT #DSA3 #Aquarium #Wasser #Fische #Verzweifelt #Absurd #Moltkestraße Absurd aquarium The tubes of my fish tank's filter system are disconnected. The water is running down on the ground of our apartment. I'm climbing into the aquarium (it contains 200 l) to get the tubes attached. The gravel beneath my feet feels uncomfortable. I'm wondering, that there are no fish and no plants. I am despairing. Now I'm standing in front of the tank and can't get clear about the situation. It is so absurd. I must be dreaming! Yeah! But no time to do anything. I wake up and am immediately drawn into a new, nonlucid scene about the same subject. Comment: For the first time lucidity is triggered by a very frequent dreamsign: Something is wrong with my fish tank. I think, I would have forgotten this lucid phase, if it happened in the middle of the night. I never could believe, one can forget lucid dreams, but it seems so. Next time I will remember to use the prolonging techniques.

Asti verrückt 19092001 #NT #DSA2 #Krankenhaus #Astrid #Vater #Tod #Drei #Kreis #Gewalt #Liebe #Peinlich Asti is gone mad I'm working on night shift in the hospital. Astrid has gone mad. She has locked two hostages, an older man and a woman. She can't be here now, because she's still working (a strange flaw in my thinking, because SHE works on nightshift this night, and I expect her to be back soon, ca. 0645 am. It is an overlap of dreamtime and daytime). I must set the captives free, that's what I think, although she has a gun. The door is locked with a strange lock made of three silver rings. I unlock it, open the door. In the room sits the slim man in a suit on the table. His head lies on the table. He is pale, has messy short black hair. Is he dead? Cautiously I touch his shoulder. He doesn't move. I'm trying harder until he awakes. He seems to suffer with stroke: His left side doesn't move properly. Seems tired. But he gets up and leaves the room with my help. On the floor he seems to know the direction. He wants to go into the bathroom. I'm disappointed. And that is all he has to do, after I did rescue him? Now he walks on his own, still unstable. The woman is on the floor and hugs him, holds him, helps him, as if they have been apart for a long time. I'm deeply touched, my heart feels like melting (I'm not certain, whether during the dream, but certainly now, as I write this down). The colleagues from our neighbourly ward are already there and caring for the first four patients. I see Astrid, too. She is early, as always. She is whirling around like a bee, as always. I try to help them, caring for the intravenous drips. It dawns on me, that I had done nothing besides caring for this man and woman. I didn't complete any tasks, I had to do. My shift is over, soon. How can that be? It is unimaginable. And / or extremely embarrassing. I awake. Comment: I often encounter embarrassing situations related to hospitals work in dreams. In waking life this is rarely the case. Maybe because of this permanent hushed voice saying: "You have to get ready, hurry up, don't be a burden to your colleagues, ..." This dream seems to be a compromise between wanting to work (get up, write down dreams, do MILD) and wanting to sleep, knowing, my Astrid will soon return. Maybe there is one element, that goes deeper: The three silver (or iron) rings are alluding to a fairy tale we call "Der eiserne Heinrich" (~ the iron Henry). This man's heart is armoured by three silver or iron rings. The whole thing has to do with the relation of Astrid and me and the role of her dead father (who has been a physician). I don't want to go deeper into this, but the dream was a good occasion to talk about this subject in a different way. There are many recurring dreamsigns, e.g. the living dead, that I'm not ready with my work, embarrassment. How can I find a way to change this habit of simply waking up, when the dream gets too embarrassing or too stupid? The next time will remember to come to the right conclusion: I'm in this situation, because I'm dreaming.

Gedächtnis - Prüfung 19092001 #NT #DSA1 #Fahren #Astrid #Micha #Absurd Lecture on my memory I'm working in a café. The first day was a lot of fun, today I just hang around and didn't do anything. Our car is parked near the café. I'm in Luebeck a few hundred meters from where I live. There is an instructor giving a lecture on the quality of my memory. He and the students are sitting on the ground near the car. He says, that I didn't write the car's number plate correctly. He goes into detail about other lacks of memory. After he gave some examples I interrupt him and prove, that my memory is good, e.g. I am certain my Astrid will arrive from work soon. He gives a shrug and concedes, that it may happen, that one is disproved by the objects of research. I want to get into the car. Four students will join me. They ask me to take them home. But I'm not willing to leave now. Micha, a friend of mine, and Astrid haven't arrived yet. A male student jumps into the car (which has no roof now)and hits the car's ground between front - and backseat with his buttocks. Looks like a jacknife. The situation is getting too absurd to my taste. I awake. Comment: See above. Next time I will remember to recognise, I'm dreaming, when something is too absurd. Friendly (dream)characters, who point out your lack of memory, are very rare. Next time I will take them more serious and question my state.

I managed to get up and write down some word on dreams. Astrid comes home from work. I stay up half an hour. Reprogram the mask for the MILD - exercise, read (Ken Wilber: Sex, Ecology, Spirituality, but the German translation). I do the MILD, drift in and out some dreamscenes, more or less lucid. I'm not able to focus intention and stabilise lucid in a dream. The best remembered dream in this time:

Morphende Kleidung 19092001 #NT #DSA1 #Nils #Kleidung #Peinlich #Seltsam Morphing clothes I'm in a house. My older brother is there. There are some clothes hanging on the wall. I look at them, saying: These are trousers. But on the second look they turn out to be a pullover. This happens one more time with another cloth. I don't trust my senses anymore, but don't want to talk about it, it is too embarrassing. I'm looking for a pair of trousers to buy. But no black ones. I would prefer red. A woman comes and shows me the clothes, she has to sell. But they don't please me. She simply put my tool box on the street, I am amazed, because she is not careful with things, she borrowed from me. She reasons she has no place to display her cloth. Sounds strange. I awake. It is 1000 am. But I'm still tired. I stay in bed until 1130 am. I sometimes think, it would be better to rise after two MILD hours. Everything else seems a waste of time. But one thing I can tell you: My last two LDs have been MILD attempts or at least in the correlation of these attempts. This technique, performed in the early morning hours after a period of wakefulness seems to be the most powerful one to induce LD. Maybe nothing new for some of you. But why didn't I do it earlier? Life could have been so much easier... I still do the DSA - training in daytime and hit ~ 6 of 8 targets, do 2-4 reflection -intention exercises (liked to make more, but the problem is, that I'm sitting too long on the computer as to encounter enough dreamsigns outside the virtual world ;^> ).

Dearest Toko-pa, sweet lucid dreamer, You have trusted us with your most fragile feelings. Your angushing dreams are heart rending. I don't know of another group of people who would have more compasion and understanding than our Maui group.

How can you come to understand this nightmare of a dream? As I was once advised, ask a dream character--your Islamic girl.

Thinking of you, Betty

Hello!

This morning I had the longest lucid dream I've ever had. Much much longer then any I've had before. And it's kind of fun, because I went to bed pretty late, at 12 a clock. When I say "pretty late" I compared to when I've gone to bed this term. Don't ask me when I went to bed last term. smiles And when I go to bed that late I usually don't remember any dreams when I wake up next morning. So when I went to bed I had already kind of giving up the hope of having any lucid dreams that night, or any dreams at all for that matter. But the weird thing is that I found myself in a LD only five hours later. I usually don't remember any dreams from this period of my sleep. I hadn't been up or anything. Still I had a LD. Hehe" You remember what I've been talking about before? You know this when, "the awaken me leaking lucid-information into the dream'' It's kind of fun. Because before my lucid dream I was in a NLD were I was hunted by a monster. In the beginning I really tried to get away, (I wasn't scared, I like being hunted). But still, I knew the monster would harm we if it caught me, I knew it wasn't a game, even though I liked it. But later on to the dream it was like some kind of lucid-information begun leaking into the dream. Because somehow I knew it didn't matter if the monster caught me or not. And I begun take more and more risks. In the end I didn't care about the monster at all. He just had to wait while I hot-wired a car to get away in. The dream ended but a few seconds/minutes later I was back at the same place as were the earlier dream ended. I think I was lucid from the very beginning. I was amazed over the stability of the dream. I could really feel that my body was in deep, deep sleep. This was no ordinary "light morning LD'. It was a real solid "deep-sleep LD'. (Please, excuse my home made expressions.) I haven't had any LD this stable before. But I wasn't that lucid. Sure, I was lucid, but if we say my most LD's have a lucidity of 50%, and my most lucid dreams have a lucidity close to 70%, this dream was only 30%. I didn't remember any of all my experiments. But since I felt the stability of the dream I decide to just go along with the dream doing "dream-like" things. I believe that a fault which I've made in many of my LD's is that I have stayed on the same place. I think it's important to be moving. My lucidity varied much during the dream and a few times it was only 5-10%. But I didn't loose my lucidity completely at any moment. Even though it was very low a few times. And I have a little gap in my dream. A gape that maybe lasted 1 minute, more or less. I don't know, maybe it's just me not remembering, but I rather think I slipped into "deep-sleep" a short while.

It was a very fun dream. Because during the whole dream I kept moving, trying to avoid things and doings which might have awaken me.

In the end of the dream I nevertheless made a stupid mistake. A mistake that awoke me. I had been riding bicycle a while. It was the coolest part of the dream. It went so fast! And the crashes! It's so fun, coming there on your bicycle in 120km/h and riding straight into a fence or similar. And as I continued riding my bicycle the roads changed. They got "bankade" (embanked?? sloping??) curves. I came to a down going helix near a river. I understood that I would never make it. My speed was too high and it was rainy. My front tire slipped away in the first turn and I hit the ground with a gruesome force. If it had been real my head would have been smashed into nothing. I dashed over the road edge and found myself like 50 meters above the river. I got this incredible adrenaline rush but at the same time I understood this would probably wake me up. I knew by experience that it's dangerous to get into water. You move to slow in it. And that make you wake up. If I had been smart, maybe more lucid, I would probably have flew into land again. But I don't know, maybe I was caught by the incredible feeling of falling from that height. So that was what I did, kept falling. Even though I worried that it might be a suicide. I hit the water and thanks to the great height of my fall I didn't stop until I was almost 10 meters beneath the surface. I begun swimming upwards but I couldn't move fast enough. The dream slipped away and I woke up"

The whole dream was about 12-15 minutes long. And that's far longer then any lucid dream I've had before. But the dream was special in other ways too. First of all it happened pretty early on the night. I hadn't been asleep for more then 5 hours. Second, it was very stable. Probably because I was in such a deep sleep. But I think the reason to why I managed to contain this stability was because I tried not to interfere with the dream too much. And because I kept moving almost the whole dream.

So maybe it's a way of making your lucid dreams longer. Don't interfere too much. Just be lucid. Trying to do "ordinary dream things'.

It's a kind of balancing act. It's more fun doing big "destructive" and weird things. Like ripping your heart out, changing the scenery and so on. But then it's more likely you awake. If you stick to the dream you might experience more. But it will probably not be of the same "quality" as when you take total control.

Another thing I noticed. When I fly I mostly just levitated from the ground. Like a magician or something. But it's much easier flying if you wave with your arms. I feel kind of ridiculous when I do it, so prefer doing it the cool magician stile. But as I said, it's harder.

Tjenixen!

Hi dreamers, Disbelief,anger and also images of fear and anxiety for a new worldwide war,panic increasing appalment and sorrow,caused by the impact of the attack and the large number of casualties were to be seen on television everywhere in the world. Injustice and on CNN the "infinite justice "preparation. I dreamt "God bless America and all other innocent people who might feel under attack.The federal declaration of sapphire" The first association I had was " save fire " I do hope terrorist will be found and as Bin Laden has to leave voluntaraly Afghanistan so has to be for other terrorists in other countries who had been found by investigation. Instead of attack on Islamic groups not being terrorists. Extreme differences lead to extremism,like the polarity between rich and poor. This morning I woke up with a last view on the back of a persons head with a tatoe and a lot of cells (brain cells) around it. This seemed to me the network of all the brains or cells behind this person as his accomplices. As India says Pakistan might suppress certain facts. Who to trust? Irak might not support US? All other countries will support in one or the other way. Tonight at three Dutch time Bush will be on television I wonder what he has to say I will listen. And Linus yes I believe so movement is a good lucidity tool. Hermine

to add My dream: the person identified with a tattoo as a military signal and the cells as its secret network. Maybe you all made this explanation already but it's still on my mind that Osama bin Laden represents a lot more.! Love and Peace Hermine

Hi, dreamers, fine that the European section is online.

Linus

Did I translate "fenrisulven" = magic wolf correctly? But I didn't find "Tjenixen" in the online dictionaries. My mother has been to Sweden for some month and speaks Swedish. I don't. I've got the "wolf" in the root of my name Ralf = Ra - wolf Congratulations to your latest LD. I agree and can verify, that "earlier" LDs are more stable, but tend to be less lucid. If you are the wolf, why are you hunted? Tricks to increase lucidity: Just say "Increase lucidity * 1000" and see, if it works for you. Try Keyword Search with: Increase lucidity. You find LD examples (at least one, that I remember, by Adastra) concerning this. And Lucid dreaming FAQ is a good resource of information, too. You also find information on MILD there.

http://www.lucidity.com/LucidDreamingFAQ.html

Or remember and perform your tasks. That needs lucidity and self control. Moving, engaging the dreambody are LD prolonging techniques, standing still isn't good. "Going with the flow" as a prolonging technique is not good. If you're under the water you should maybe use the spinning technique, it is most effective! And remember, that expectations play a great role in this field! If you expect the dream to end, when your moving too slow / under water, then it might happen.

Hermine

"Extreme differences lead to extremism, like the polarity between rich and poor." I agree. That is why the real fight against terrorism takes place in providing wealth for all the world. And this wealth isn't purely material. But I don't think, that this (as any) polarity will vanish. We live a polarised life. There is always something rare and precious to fight and kill for, if you want. That is why there is no solution, unless we change our minds. There is a lot to do in different realms. My thing is to change my mind and to help establishing a global consciousness. This is what we are doing here, in the internet.

Ralf

Dreamfriends,

Thank you for your wise, comforting words. I feel I have been given respite for now, and I wanted to share this piece of writing by the author and visionary, Rob Breszny, with you.

Soon again, Toko

Dearly Beloveds,

In the wake of Tuesday's painful break in our collective trance, I make the following pledges:

I will feel every feeling that surges through me without jumping to conclusions about what it means or how I should act on it.

I will pray to our Spiritual Allies, seeking their inspiration and guidance in finding the redemptions that are seeded in the tragedy.

I will lend my strength and love to the thousands of souls who have so suddenly had to make the transition from this earthly realm to the other side of the veil.

I will relentlessly steer fear in the direction of love every chance I get.

I will watch TV just enough to keep track of the official story that's being perpetrated by the hysteria-inducing mass media, but mostly I will tune in to more reliable sources: to the dreams of my 10-year-old daughter Zoe and to other deeply sensitive empathizers; to the emotion-rich intuitions of compassionate artists who use language carefully and creatively; to the meditations that sprout in me as I walk through the world, not as I sit in my room; to the Divine Intelligence that is at the diamond heart of every one of us.

I will hold open my heart and imagination to the possibility that we now stand at the cusp of a breathtaking leap forward; that for all we know, this mini-apocalypse has cracked open a hole in our crippled, shrunken reality so as to let juicy eternity pour in, healing our beleaguered souls with direct perceptions and intimate knowledge of the truth that We Are All One.

I will propose that this is a perfect moment to break through to a deeper level of understanding about who you really are and why you are here. Blessings, Rob

Ralf:

Hehe" I'm glad to see you are a little interested in Swedish.

Translating "fenrisulven" into "magic wolf" is like translating "volvo" into "family car'. If you understand what I mean. But it wasn't that wrong" Fenrisulven is a wolf-like beast from Nordic-mythology. He is the son to the god Loke and a "jättekvinna" (gigant-women??) namned Angerboda. After his birth he grew fast and the god Tyr was the only one who dared to feed him. Soon no chains could hold him. So the god Oden let the dwarves, who are excellent blacksmiths, make a magic string, soft as silk but still invincible strong, made of roots from a mountain and the sound of a smooth cat approaching it's prey, etcetera. The gods tricked Fenrisulven to follow them down in the underground. When they had gone deep enough they told the beast they had to put this magic string around his neck. But he was suspicious and didn't let anyone do it unless any of the gods put his hand in it's mouth. Tyr was the only one willing to do this. The string was tightened and Fenrisulven found himself fettered. All the gods laughed, except Tyr who didn't have a right hand anymore. It's told that when "Ragnarök" (the doom's day) come and the world fall Fenrisulven will brake free and kill Oden.

I don't have some much in common with Fenrisulven. I just love mythology, especially the Nordic one, but Greek and Chines mythologies are cool too.

And regarding "tjenixen', it simple means goodbye. But it's kind of silly saying "tjenixen'.

"Just say "Increase lucidity * 1000" and see, if it works for you.'

I've been thinking of trying it. But I haven't been able to remember it in any of my LD's yet. When I do I tell you how it went"

"And remember, that expectations play a great role in this field! If you expect the dream to end, when your moving too slow / under water, then it might happen.'

Hehe" Yes, but that's what make it so paradoxical. If I believe the dream will end when I get under water it probably will. And then I know I was right. Next time it will just be harder, because I know what happened last time"

Sleep well!

The mythology reminds me of the Tarot card STRENGTH the lion and the woman who kept the mouth of the lion in her hands.The woman has an eight symbol (lemniscaat?the eternity symbol)above her head because of her contact with the dieties/goddesses.Specially Diana,equal to Artemis of the Greek Goddesses.In Tarot it is a red lion ,sulphur ,the masculine principle or by the alchemists "red lion" is "stone of wisdom". Explanation in Tarot(one of the explanations) Tame the animal or instinctive energies in yourself by a loving attitude/acceptance. If you are in the water again you can float or breath under water to stay lucid or join fishes or other underwater life circumstances. Hermine

Toko

Its good to take a break sometimes. I remember a spiritual teacher saying: When you get stuck in situation, change the level. These days I profit from doing my sports (we had a great victory in our first tabletennis - game). It is moving, sweating, getting angry, calming down, focussing on the fight and having fun. It is good for me. (I'm just back from today's training)

Thanks for the text. Some very peaceful thoughts there.

Linus

I remember, I've once read this story in a book concerning Northern mythology. The thing with the dooms day reminds of the biblical mythology related to the apocalyptical "Beast". And regarding Hermines comment: In Crowley's Tarot, the Atu "Strenght" shows the "Beast" and its rider, the whore "Babylon".

I'm looking forward for your dream reports.

Tjenixen

I'm off to work very early these days. No time for morning MILD, not even for recalling dreams, but afternoon naps: The other day I had a dream about Toko and her emotions. Today I dreamed I met a good friend, I hadn't seen for a long time. I simply embraced him and wept. Very high emotions in my dreams these days. In waking life I've only wept once this year... the secret life of dreams. Sometimes very amazing for me.

Yours Ralf

Saturday, 22. September 2001

Liebe löst Konflikt 22092001 #NT #Fahren #Schatten #Gewalt #Ziege #Zärtlichkeit #Liebe Love over brute force

I'm arriving by car in a tensed situation: There are two parties: On one side are a kind of gypsies. I see their old houses. Not really houses, but huts, made up without stones, covered with straw. It is a big family. They are somehow forced to move. I look at them, try to recognise someone, try to make up my mind, who they are. But I don't succeed. I'm distracted by another view: It seems to be the gypsies leader. A ca. 40 years old man with black and grey hair. He sits besides a goat in front of a hut. I can't remember long horns. Maybe a female goat. He can't move the goat to follow the other animals, which are transferred into a stable with stone walls. The man isn't willing to move, as long as the goat doesn't move. The second party is a crowd of townsmen, accompanied by police forces. They want the gypsies to move. It seems, that the situation acuminates. I don't want a fight. I'm feeling with the gypsies, I understand them. I don't agree with the use of force. But this situation has to be solved. I'm in a very peaceful mood. I go to the leader. I'm convinced, it seems evident for me, that the goat will follow me voluntary. I'm not saying anything, but simply pose myself to the right of the goat, let my left arm tenderly embrace her neck. I feel the warm animal leaning against my thigh. We stay in nearly the same position, I tenderly guide her into the stable. She seems not to know, where to go. The way through the gate is somewhat complicated, but finally she walks inside. I'm glad. It means, that the situation is solved and the gypsies are now settled and integrated into the city's community. Comment: This is one more very emotional dream. I'm into "embracing" again. I'm not sure, how to interpret it. But it reminds me of my ongoing reading of Ken Wilber concerning how human evolution overrides and integrates, negates and preserves earlier stages of development. (I read some lines prior to falling asleep) And this development isn't always peaceful. If this is the right direction of interpretation, what does this mean for me personally? I'm embracing something, that is part of me. That may be a symbol of biological layer of my consciousness. The gypsies may belong to my magical - mythical state of consciousness, the townsmen for my mythical - rational state. They are not really rational, because they are intolerant and use force. So what is the role (and state) of my dream - ego? It is somewhat more attracted to the gypsies, than to the bourgeois. But it knows, that this situation has to be solved. The mythological thing reminds me of the tarot thoughts yesterday. I've been into astrology and tarot for some three intense years. And I still use these sometimes to look at situations in a different way. But yesterday I thought, that these systems have their roots in believe - systems, that I wouldn't support today. It is magical thinking. The question is, how I can evolve, that is negate and preserve these states? How can I solve the conflict in myself? And does this have to do with the global situation? We had a discussion about the terror Friday night after sport. My opinion was, that none of the world religions or national states are able to solve the problems linked to terror. They are part of the problem. They have been intolerant and still are, they have been using force and still do. The international question is, whether the singular states are ready to pass some of their power to a global organisation, that takes care for all men, regardless to where they live and what they believe. This would be global and real rational government. Even if they would, there would be no absolute safety of terror, because mythical consciousness still lives. We should never tolerate intolerance! But this would be a real step forward in human evolution. The individual question is: How do I solve the conflict in myself? I have to establish this peaceful mood, that is able to embrace and transcend the older layers. I have to negate both, my "gypsy" state, that is pre - rational, and the mythological - rational "bourgeois" state, that is too intolerant. The dream shows, that tender love and care solves the situation. I'm glad, that this tenderness and positiveness emerges in my dreams. But the dream leaves me with the feeling, that this is not the entirely step forward. Something is still missing. They are both not right, and something has to change for the townsmen, too. The funny thing is, that in waking life I tend to be intolerant in some cases. I'm feeling, that my engagement in hospital isn't looked upon positive by some of my colleagues. Especially those, who don't like to work too hard, or don't like to engage in social projects concerning our ward, but very like to criticise me (and my Astrid) in doing so. We tolerated these critics long enough, but now "the empire strikes back". I think the fight is about integrating all the individuals into one team. And it is about staying an individual nonetheless. I wonder, if I can develop a tender and fixedly attitude in this case, too. I'm still too often angry and take the things too personally, that is what I think. I will see. I'm again surprised how deeply different processes are linked: international, professional, evolutionary, individual. Dreams show this interconnection very good.

Hi all, Ralf thanks for sharing your dreams and thoughts. I have been sleeping better now. The last time I was trying to get lucid I saw those figurative pictures of vases, fruits, like those we had in dining rooms. I was trying to get into them but couldn't. Finally I was in a big room and I start to make this integrate to the environment thing. When I did so I had a very nice sensation of floating, and I felt my dream body in a much better way. During daytime I try to integrate with the scene as I do in my dream. This is a good reality check because somehow I bring a little bit of this good sensation back (not enough for floating, I am not dreaming) and increase my awareness.

About this "dreams with the shadows of people" I had one last week. I was in a very nice dream and then someone through a stone in the front car glass I was inside. I didn't know if it was a gun shot or a stone. I saw the glass with a hole and woke up very scary. This situation had already happened in reality with my brother a long time ago. They do so because they want you to park the car and take it. I don't think about violence. I think this dream is just a reminder so I can protect myself. Is it? Probably it will never happen, but I could change the glasses of my car for a more resistant one. I don't want to be woo woo in doing that because of that "I had a dream" thing. That is an example of my "dreams with the shadows of people" dilema. As I am getting lucid I don't have to deal with those nightmares so often, that is good.

Beatrice

Hi, Beatrice

Yes, I had this nice floating in a WILD onset, too. It is still strange for me to be "morphed" while diving into a dreamscene. I hope I get used to it soon. That would make everything easier. I very rarely have nightmares. Why not use them to get lucid and explore yourself?

Ralf

Greetings, All:

I want to share with you all some imagry from a lucid dream I had yesterday (Hooray!). The trigger was interesting, but little unsettling.

Having had little sleep Friday night, I took a late afternoon nap Saturday after a long day. I immediatly went into a detailed dream, and encountered my girlfriend. She was walking a dog. She looked different, somehow...and I realized it was a dream.

I was wearing my Novadreamer. I am in the habit of adjusting it snuggly, and quite can feel it on my head ( this has actually been my trigger on recent LD's). Pushing the reality check button confirmed the situation.

At that point any anxiousnes about the relationship dissolved, and I began to fly. In retrospect, I feel proud of myself that sex did not predominate my thoughts, as has been the case in past years. I came to a few realizations, probably as a result of the flying issues I discussed with regard to getting to Germany.

I was inside an old building, and thought it would be silly to open the door, so I passed through it, and even flew/floated right through my girlfriend ! (I think this has some significance that deserves futher self analysis) I had a blast soaring at high speed with arms outstreched like superman.

The realization of all physical environment being imaginary amazed me greatly, overwhelming. I flew right into the ground, and observed how my subconscious formed interesting visuals. All around me brown and black squares, or patches of my visual spectrum would turn on and off. The imagry resembled an advanced 3D video game I played a few years ago.With certain "cheat" codes, yoiu could float through the walls in the 3D maze. I then found myself in a different unrecognizable place. I then felt like I was going to wake up. I tried spinning, as this has helped me years ago, but woke up feeling a little overwhelmed.

I then tried to nap some more, and did. I then had several false awakenings. What a trip!!!

The relationship between dream imagry and events and emotional feelings blows my mind. Yes, my relationship has been strained this past week, and I know my subconscious has picked up on some of the signals between the two of us.

I must admit that I missed several very obvious triggers this past week, including taking off my ND in a dream, as well as discussing it with dream characters.

@Ralf...Your english is actually very good (or is it well :~) )....Thanks for clearing me up on the astrid thing...As you complement my LD frequency, I congradulate you in your apparent happyness. Our experiment is still in mind. Please describe the physical appearance of your apartment a little for me, and I will be able to visualize it (hopefully).

@Beatrice...That is scary..Be careful where you drive....I hope that this dangerous threat, or any other things fears you may be concerned about, not hinder you too much and keep you from your very pleasant and magical lucid dreams. I have so much enjoyed reading your recent posts.

zzzzzZZZ( "What's LOVE got to do, got to do with it?") z z z Joe

Hi, Joe.

Superb...! (like French people would say) Thanks for frustration support regarding my English. There is a wonderful dictionary in the web, I'm using parallel to writing diary or posting. But I often think, my English is too "dry". It is not easy to get it that emotional and humorous playing with words, like I'm used in German. But the main thing is, you understand me.

"She looked different, somehow...and I realized it was a dream."

Hm. If that is all it needs... why didn't I do it earlier ~:-< ?

"I am in the habit of adjusting it snuggly, and quite can feel it on my head"

That is a good tip. I'll try that, too. (Although mine is already tied rather tightly)

Why don't you post your dream in the thread "Post your lucid dreams"? It is surely worth it. So everybody could profit from your experience. I think some people don't look into our "Maui -thread".

I'll see, if I have some pictures of our apartment and post you.

LOVE has always got to do with it!

CU in LD

Yours Ralf

High lights,;hi lights; I noticed F15's in my dream, or planes with one frontline and four backlines.(It would be easier to draw).They flew high in the sky and I immediately thought the war has begun. Flowers were everywhere for whatever reason. I realized my mother and my eldest sister didn't survive. My brother and his wife came with the coffin with my mother in it. I thought I brought her home last night so how did she die? By the fear, by an accident or by ? Not clear yet. My brothers started to prepare to join and help during this wartime. I wanted forgiveness for all of tehm before they left. Later on another part of the dream continued about moving to another place to live. I brought my things to the place of destiny. Then I went to look for my car again. End of this dream. The last part of the dream was about intimacy and how I enjoyed to be together. The most impressive was the beginning of the dream as if I really heared and saw these planes! Hermine

Hi Hermine. I had a NLD about flights. I was with a friend and she said now you can go to another place because you have learn enough in this level.. Like being in a higher level. In this level there were some people that were making a flight exercise. It was like 10 people standing in circle and one has to go in the center and lie on the floor. Then all the others has to flight over him, very close but without hit. It was kind of diametral? Flights. We were training precision flights so that we could come very close to the one lied but without touch him. I could make that too, although I don't remember being lucid. When it was over everybody could fly free and have fun. I had. Beatrice

Hi Beatrice and others, I agree it's a fantastic experience to train flights or fly. I also turn summersaults from a mountain. One woman was in white cloths and singing, I don't remember the text. On Fridaymorning I dreamt about Toko-pa Turner, who announced a woman, the name was not of the first but from the second woman who came. Later on I remembered the song of the Byrds "Turn Turn Turn" in my dream. Last night I dreamt about a meeting with Mubarak from Egypt, Arafat and Sharon. Also Kadaffi came to the meeting later on. End of the dream. Hermine Everybody who is interested can join the nightmare help in New York, email cwebb@dreams.ca and ask what you can do. There is a hotline telephone and a protocol to work with. or asd-lucidity@yahoogroups.com or look at www.cyberdreamwork.com

(In reply to Joe's earlier post in which he wrote: "How did I get the UFO "tatoo/stigma" Keelin?")

Dear Joe, My apologies -- Apparently I managed to blend a few Forum posts in my sleepy head and somehow thought you'd made reference to "UFO"s (before your reply). As for the picture you mention, I've not seen it, but would like to, if Ralf is willing to send.

Ah, there goes another "Unidentified Flying Oneironaut"! Keelin

Sunday, 30. September 2001

We (Astrid, her mother and me) have been on a short trip through our neighbourhood provinces (the former GDR). That was nice: A lot of museums, churches, a mummified knight and between huge acres lovely forests, lakes, brooks, rivers. We found some fossil sea urchins in a gravel - pit. I did forget about all these world wide struggles. Felt fine. (I still do)

Hi, Hermine

Thanks for your reports. War is the subject these days. And in our dreams we simulate war and what it feels like. If we take care for our dreams, we can maybe better understand the people, who really are at war.

Beatrice, nice flying dream. And something about learning and freedom. I enjoyed your report.

Keelin:

I'm willing to send the picture, if I find it.

News from the dreaming sea:

Stephen trägt vor 30092001 #MILD #DSA3 #Spinning #Stephen Stephen lecturing Bedtime: 0:30 am. After 4.45 am (ND wake alarm): Something about cars, I don't remember clearly. I write down three words. I try to get up and do the MILD, but don't succeed until 6.30 am. I get up for five minutes, get back and do the 61 points. Sometime after point 33 I see SLB lecturing. OK. That must be a dream. I'm exited and the only task I remember is: start spinning! But I feel locked into my physical body lying in bed. Next time I will remember to do the more "tender" walking (or swirling) thing. I try to get back into 61 points again, but I can't lie on my back anymore. I have to turn to my right side. I'm drifting off into some nonlucid dreams:

Asti gets up (in the physical world). (ca. 9.00) I'm dreaming, that she gets up while I'm lying in some field path.

Dummes Aufräumen 30092001 #NT #DSA1 #Aquarium #Nils #Alex #Badendorf #Helga #Astrid Silly cleaning My brother Nils calls my attention to my aquarium. Says, that there is a dead fish. I'm looking, but don't see any. But there are new fish. I wonder, where they come from. My son must have brought them. There is a new not that huge tank to the right of mine. There are new fish, too. Everything seems to be alright, vivid. I turn around. We are in Badendorf, where I grew up. My parents house is rather untidy. There is a party going on. Some start to clean the house. I think, it is stupid. It is only for our family, we have nothing to hide. Comment: Nothing to hide - It was the first time, I had a deeper talk with Astrid's mother. She knew me, when I was 16, I went to school with Astrid, but after school, we went separate ways, and met each other, when we were in the thirties. And while some voices inside of me wanted to be "tidy", I (the main voice) thought, I have nothing to hide. That is my family, my history. There is nothing to excuse. I know, that were hard and somewhat "untidy" times.

Seltsames Aufwärmen 30092001 #NT #DSA1 #Sport #Wut #Gewalt #Seltsam Strange warm - up I'm inside a gym, getting ready for a table tennis match. All tables seem to be occupied, there is only one left, that is standing in the corner, not enough place to play there. I'm starting to get angry, everybody does his warm - up, but I can't. I look around. But there is a free table and now I'm called to play. How could I be that mistaken? I have to hurry! I'm doing some press - ups. (That is strange, looking back). After two or three, I'm exhausted. I wait for a second, then go on with some more, wait again, do some more again. (That feels somewhat strange, but not strange enough) As I stand up, I see my opponent. He is ready. But instead of playing the ball, we hit each other using pillows. It is a pillow fight. I think, some people might think, that it is a strange limber - up, but that is our way. I don't remember, if we finally really played table tennis. Comment: This one is a very physical dream. And while the dreambody is in action, I tend to get lucid (doing press ups isn't that easy in waking life, isn't feeling as in waking life). But this time I missed the dreamsigns. Next time I will succeed.

Hi! Last night I had two LDs. In the first one Dieter was there. In reality he explained me how to have LD about two years ago. I told him that we were lucid dreaming together and he looked at me with a "don't understand very much" face. That is not the first time I met someone I know and forget that this is not the real person. I always want to share my lucid dream with another lucid dreamer but it doesn't seem to work. I had a very nice lucid dream though. Fling upside down over sparkly waterfalls during springtime. I remember trying to go to a star but couldn't make it somehow. In the same night I had another dream. I saw a woman siting on chair. It was an ordinary scene. I became lucid because I remember in the dream that I just had a LD so that should be a dream too. In this dream I flew inside a very nice house. It has flowers painting as pastel on the walls and the ceiling has a lot of colour animated carnival things. It looked great. I had a false awake and star writing all that I saw. Then I woke up. Beatrice

Greetings, All:

No reason to apologize, Keelin. I really like UFO stuff... According to Drake's equation (real science, now)it is inevitable that life exists elsewhere in the universe...But the expanse and our current communication media make it unlikely that an encounter will occur within the brief spell we all refere to as our life time. I always crack a smile when I see the slender green large eyed effigy commonly known as the Roswell people. Maybe there is a more appropriate medium to communicate with them?

The photo from Ralf (digitally enhanced with my face as a ufo and you all on the beach in Maui shooting anti-aircraft flack at me) made me roll on the floor with laughter. I hope he finds it and shares it with you all. I saved it as wallpaper at work, and my coworkers (those who are cool anyway) all had a good laugh (they all know I am crazy). The boss couldn't quite grasp it...maybe that is why I am looking for a job.. ;~)

Nice to hear from you Beatrice. Keep shooting for the stars! How does that one go? "Two prisoners looked through the bars, one saw dirt, the other stars"(from on of SLB's books).

A week since LDing...Sleep patterns irregular...I am going to try to remember do the 5 minute watch checking routine..

zzzZZZZZZZ("I'm not compulsive, I am simply questioning reality!) z z z Joe

Hi, dreamers

Nice to hear from your latest dreams, Beatrice. They always inspire me.

Joe, I could post this weird picture to all the Maui dreamers or anyone, who wants to have a look. Fine, that you enjoyed it...

I'm not compulsive, too. I'm simply creating my own sleep disorder... and spent hours with writing mails and dream - diaries:

Tuesday, 2. October 2001 My today's dreams: I'm inside a store with someone else. The shopkeeper isn't there. We try and get everything, we might need, because there is some threatening situation. I collect all food, sort some of it out, because it seems spoiled. Put everything into a basket, until it is full. I have to get a bigger basket. That is what I do. My companion tries to open the cash box. But doesn't succeed. I try it too. There has to be one button, but I can't find it. Comment: I'm eating too much.

I'm reading, what I wrote down during my osteopathy workshop. But I can't understand it no more. I'm frustrated. Comment: I simply have no time to learn...

I'm working at a computer. It's not my home nor in the hospital. There are some scientific formula, I don't understand. I'm leaving the house. And see my friend Andreas in the street (he studied chemistry). Laughing I yell something like: "I've already started your work." It is his computer. Comment: I looked up some details about t-tests, a stastistical method, in the web and was frustrated, that I understood nearly nothing.

I get up at 730 am and write down some words on previous dreams. Download ND data, reprogram for MILD. I use unction and spray to clean my nose. This works well for the following relaxation. I'm able to stay on my back, until I've done the MILD. Every time, I drift away and punish myself for that, I try to reprogram myself. I set the task to remember to recognise, I'm dreaming and imagine to immediately stabilise the dream by arm - swirling. Seems to work, I'm getting into longer dream - scenes without interrupting them. But this time I don't recognise, I'm dreaming, nor do the task. But longer scenes seem to be better.

One of these dreams:

An UFO is rising out of the ocean. There is a strange mechanism on one side, a swirling rope. But I know, that it is meant to destroy. Now the spaceship stands in front of us. Many people are here. And there is a tank. The UFO crew uses magnetism to attract and destroy things. I'm yelling: "Don't do it!" A woman materialises at my right side. She has a very unpleasant aura / field. Feels threatening. She abducts me into the UFO, we are passing through a wall, that gets transparent. This feels strange, but I don't mind, because it is Alien technology. (Reminds of the X-file I watched yesterday). It is dark here, I feel around and recognise two other imprisoned Alien species. I loudly comment on this findings, as if someone outside would take care. I awake.

Hi lucid dreamers, I was very conscious this weekend . I did a 4 day workshop with Roy Martina and we worked with meditation, Native American Indian rituals, the dreamtime with didgeridoo with Kailash. Also intentional healing with Chris Robertson and his wife from New Zealand and singers from India with bhajans and walking meditation. We did a preparation with breaking arrows on our throat and then on Sunday the walk on fire coals.It was a joy weekend and we had a lot of "Joy". Very deep work and a lot of dreams came up. We did work for the survivors and victims in New York during the world healing session. Yesterday during a meditation came up that Usama Bin Laden had been found and that he would be open for mediation. I didn't watch television from Thursday till Monday so no information from CNN about the development in the situation around terrorism. Saturday morning I was in my dream in Hawaii on Oahu and I realized I have dreamt more often about Hawaii since I have been there in May this year.What about the first of October as we normally do our mutual dreaming night? Did anyone think of our dreamnight then? For Ralf: in my dreams there is no war, I feel myself in an observer position of things happening in the world. I am conscious about my personal process but I feel in peace about my situation at the moment. I might have seen my brothers as opponents, at least three of them were not content that my mother who died in 1998 excluded three brothers from her heritage,because they got their own farm for nothing so the other children got the advantage after her death, which was quite shocking for the three brothers. I am not in conflict with myself, I am not in conflict in my relations at the moment with my friends. The only reason about politics in my dreams has to do with the world situation and I expect a reaction this week of the USA on Afghanistan to really find this Bin Laden even if he hides in the mountains on a "Russian hiding place in Pamir" About Hawaii pictures, I still have my pictures to send to everybody, which I will do at least of the group picture on the beach the pre lastday. ALOHA Hermine

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