Hi Keelin and all!

Keelin have you ever tried to do this, or could you try to see if it works.

In a dream landscape look at a distant object for example a house and place your hand over the object and grip it. Turn your hand over and there you have a small house in the palm of your hand. I've tried a number of time but just flail around and get nothing.

The only exeption is that once I grabbed the moon. I had a dim light in the palm of my hand that did not look too much like a moon. When I looked back in the sky expecting to see nothing there were two moons there.

Another related task that I've tried without success is to try to rip a hole with my hands in the scene and see what is behind, perhaps blackness or another scene that I climb into. I'm aware of the stretching TV trick but this is different. When I try to rip the scene I have observed distortions but never a break or tear.

Hope everyone is having lots of LDs

Best wishes,

Owen

Hey, Owen!

Nice to hear you are still doing these lucid experiments. Very interesting, this landscape thing. I have experienced, that a whole landscape can grow from one tiny seed object. But didn't try it your way so far. Thanks for continuing inspiration.

CU in LD

Ralf

Owen:

You've described two excellent tests for both perception and expectation. They are two very difficult tests, because they challenge you: a) in the case of collecting a piece of the scenery into your palm, to dramatically revise your perception, even your definition, of the "physical" context of a dream you created, and b) in the case of tearing away some of the fabric of your dream, to both have an expectation of something (or nothing) "behind" the dream, and to relegate the current dream into an almost two-dimensional, logic(and lucidity)-defying format.

Both exercises can work for you, as long as you perfect an expectation that the results will not necessarily be precise reflections of the objects/images they are displacing. For instance, it won't be a house in your hand, but a thing that looks like the house that was once part of the scenery (indeed, it sounds like your moon dream almost captured that perspective, but something got overcorrected). And once you've torn its fabric, you've redefined your dream by shifting focus from its original format to the tear itself. Also, it is very important to have an expectation of what is behind the tear (including nothing at all), or else you will tend to lose the rip, and perhaps your lucidity.

In a sense, once you remember that spoon is not a spoon (or that scenery can be folded back at will), you can do pretty much whatever you want with it. The real trick is in knowing what to do with the thing you are changing, and being able to recognize it after you've made your adjustments.

Let us know if you have any success, especially what you find after you manage to peek, or perhaps step, through one of those tears.

Peter

Dear Ralf and Peter,

Thanks for your comments.

Ralf, I check in here from time to time to see what's up, nice to see that you are still around too.

I've not done so many new tasks recently, I tend just to look around in my LDs and go with the flow.

I did try setting up a chess board in an LD a week or so ago...didn't get very far.

It'll be 3 years in July that I've been trying to induce LDs. It's a slow job, but this year I believe I've had some WILDS so this is progress.

I'm finding it increasingly difficult to fly, just drift down to the ground, not sure what to do.

Owen

Greetings, Dear Owen!

The image of holding the moon in your palm is so quietly poetic -- and leave it to you to come up with yet another interesting experiment. ;) Thank you for the fun suggestion. As Peter noted, much of what happens may be based on expectation, but there's always room for surprises in the Land of Odd! I look forward to playfully testing and reporting back.

As for ripping the dream scenery, I have done this on one occasion with very memorable results. At the first Dreaming and Awakening retreat, Stephen's presentation on nightmare resolution hit home with the reminder that the only power our dream monsters possess is that with which we imbue them. I took this to heart and set my goal to face the image of a certain person who had wounded me deeply throughout childhood. My envisioned plan was to shift from my usual reaction of extreme fear to curiosity and to see what might lie beyond the image. Soon after the retreat, the face of this person appeared in my dream. I became lucid immediately, and remembering my goal, reached forward and tore at it with my fingers. To my surprise, it ripped apart as if made of thin, wet clay. And behind it? Nothing! A completely black void. What had felt so threatening was but a mere illusion! Now surely expectation played a key role here. Still, to have the dream manifest in this particular way brought me great comfort in a highly memorable form. And when next I encounter this person in waking life, I will have the lesson of this lucid dream to support me in choosing an appropriate response.

And to comment on your recent difficulty with flying: One point we stressed during the recent retreat is to make sure your goal is well-defined in such a way that the purpose of the intention is clear. For example: I want to become lucid in my dream -- so that I can fly -- so that I can experience the joy, freedom, perspective of a bird, etc. If the goal includes the core of desire, then being lucid becomes the natural state that you must be in in order to achieve it. Another approach may be to conjure up a trampoline so that you can get a good bounce and perhaps take off from there. ;)

Ralf: Good to see you here too! Do you dream of houses in and out of hand these days and nights? Hope your new nest is manifesting as you wish.

Fantastic Flights to all, Keelin

Hey Owen,

That sounds reeeeally cool. Unfortunately my landscapes look more like this: http://www.kerlinsoftworks.com/landscape.jpg

Note to self: Enough with the shimmering landscapes already!

Take care, Kerry

Dear Keelin,

Thanks for your response. I look forward to hearing if you can grab a house on the horizon.

"And when next I encounter this person in waking life, I will have the lesson of this lucid dream to support me in choosing an appropriate response."

I shudder to think!

Best wishes,

Owen

Kerry, following Keelin's advice we should try to fly up and up to play amongst those clouds! Best wishes, Owen

Keelin, I've dreamt a couple of times about being with Stephen though I've never met him in the waking world. The night after I read your message to me I had an NLD about you. We were in a room and I was telling you about an LD I'd had (in fact I've experienced this twice in LDs). I wake in bed, realise I'm dreaming, go downstairs intending to go into the garden. I pull open the front door, and there is another identical door blocking the way. I do this again and again and still there is a door. A mental block of some sort no doubt! Then in each case I've finally opened the door onto a dream scene and I've gone out into the garden.

In the NLD you were interested in my experience.

Owen

Greetings all!

I had my first LD in about 5 months this morning. I was woken up by 3 strangers in my bedroom who told me I was late for work. I remember looking at my mobile phone and seeing that it said 09:00. As I usually wake up at 06:30 I immediately jumped out of bed and woke my girlfriend up. The strangers went downstairs to get themselves ready (should have been a dreamsign already as they were complete strangers) but then as I looked out of the window, the skylight did not match the time my mobile phone did. The skylight was too dark and not broken enough for 9am. I ran to the back bedroom and looked out the window and it was the same - too dark for 9am ! Wallah !

Amazing how you miss the obvious and spend so much time trying to work out the dreamsign on something more complicated. Anyhow - the dream only lasted about 4 seconds after that but was worth every nano ;-)

Next time I plan to taste some of that sky ....

Daniel

Fly up to the clouds, Owen? Maybe I'll start at remembering my glasses.

Hi Owen,

Have you tried the door behind you? And naturally, I'm always interested in your experiences. Honest to Odd.

;) Keelin

Hi Daniel!

Congratulations -- and welcome back to the Forum! Might the sky have a vanilla taste by any chance? I must say that chocolate has held its flavor in my lucid dreams. What a sweet treat to indulge in -- and without an ounce of caloric concern!

Yummmmmmm, Keelin

Last night I had a lucid dream. I was walking up to a house, when I realized I have had this dream before. I remembered, in that dream, having that same dream literally hundreds of times. Curious as to where I was walking, and wondering what would unfold in this dream I sort of went with the flow. I walked through the front door of a small house. There was a small living room with a window directly across from me and a short hallway to my left. I went down the hallway into a room on the immediate right. My mother was there laying on the bed with my sister, not my sister as she is today but much younger. I was startled to find out that this dream that I had remembered having hundreds of times was of my dead mother and my sister when she was younger, as if it was a memory buried in my mind. I awoke. When I woke up I realized I had no normal memory of ever having had such a dream, even though during the dream I had recalled having had the exact dream repeatedly, literally hundreds of times. Was the dream memory a real memory, or simply a dream of a memory? Did I dream that dream a hundred times before , or just dream that I dreamed it a hundred times before?

P.S. I just got my computer running again, my hard drive fried a couple of months ago, thats why I haven't posted much of late.

Ryan:

Welcome back!

Excellent questions. Though they are probably unanswerable unless you've been keeping a detailed dream journal for years, they do point out the role, and power, of memory in dreams.

One of these days we all must start a thread on memory -- it's so important to lucid dreaming, yet so rarely discussed. I've been meaning to post about it for some time now, but I keep forgetting!

Thanks for sharing,

Peter

Haha! Sadly, my dream journal fried with my hard drive. Ah well, so much for that. Maybe I should dig through my chicken scratch dream journals that are strung about my apartment.....maybe I should backup my dream journal from now on too. What are those things called that store information but don't die when your hard drive does? Floppy Disks? Didn't I dream I used one? Maybe I'm dreaming now?! NaW ThAt CaNt BE. C A n I t ?

Big hugs to Ralph, Keelin, et al. I've just registered my new email and username from my new home PC.

Had a short but pleasant semi-LD this week. Can't remember the first bit, but then I was walking, at evening, across a lawn with my arm around a very nice woman. I looked over my shoulder, and saw a lovely white mist advancing up towards us from the valley below. "The mist comes up so quickly here", I said. The landscape was sort of 'sound of music'. Then I looked at my feet, and heard the shirrring sound they made as they moved slowly through the crisp green grass. "This is just like a lucid dream!" I thought. But then we had reached a low, sort of Swiss chalet-style house, and I had to concentrate on simultaneously stooping under the low eaves while stepping up to the veranda, while hanging on to the nice woman. We stopped, and kissed, and I woke up.

Alan!

Now, that is fine to see your lines here. I time and again think of you, sometimes get those NISAD (schizophrenia research) news (I subscribed them).

Fine to see you have sweet lucid dreams.

Warm hugs

Ralf

Hey, thought I'd post one of my recent LDs, dedicated to a very special task: bringing something back from dreamworld ;)

August 17th 2003, 0500, Hands Full of Dream

I'm somewhere in a building. Dim lit, white walls, ceiling not that high. The room is large. Don't remember anybody else here. I'm on the left side of the room and remember the task to collect things and hold them. I find a small grey limestone, hold it left and a white fossil shell (Glycera or so) with a broken edge, hold it in my right hand. I think, they will serve well for our experiment. (In WPR I have collected a lot of fossils)

I really hold the things tight, as I go up some steps and take a left turn into a corridor. The dream begins to fade, environment gets blurry and grey. I get really lucid now for the first time in the dream and think: After all, this is a dream. Why should I wake up physically and not use this occasion to lucid dream?

I try and rub hands to stabilise and prolong the dream (remember we just had discussions on that in the asd psi dreams thread). But rubbing is very hard and it seems all the ceilings and walls are closing in on me and hinder my movements. I feel the things in my hand. Now I have to decide: If I keep on rubbing, they will certainly vanish. I do keep on, it feels like some jelly is levigated between my hands, then rubbing gets faster, while I feel like moving my physical hands. Part of me wants to give up and thinks the dream is over. Part of me keeps struggeling to prolong the dream and don't wants to be fooled by seemingly physical reality perceptions.

I keep rubbing hands and look around. I see a pale blue stripe somewhere in front of me. Don't know why, but someone starts counting backwards (a male dark voice again, or was it me, involuntarily?): "Four, three, two, one, zero." I fuzzily remember some commands given from the off during counting, like stage directions.

While counting, the stripe broadens and in the end looks like a snippet from a film scroll, just four pictures, showing a scene at the waterside. Blue water and skies, rocks. I look closer into the water and in the same moment find myself in the scene, sitting in a tiny boat made of wood. Some people are there with me. But I don't want to be distracted and research the water. Wonderful clear water. I seem to loose lucidity in this moment, dream recall ends here at least.

Ralf:

Thanks for sharing! As usual, a very interesting experience! I must admit that when I started reading a part of me wondered if you would conclude your post with a description of the things still in your hand!

But seriously, could your losing the objects in your hands have something to do with a residual doubt in you mind that they might be lost? I'm not going to interpret, but the changes in your dream seem to hint that some part of your mind doubted that the objects could come back.

Now, that doubt is of course understandable, but isn't it a condition that must be fully discarded before you can honestly attempt to "bring something back?"

Peter

Peter

It ended up with hands full of dream... air ;>

Doubt: Of course. But when is any doubt honestly gone? I think I remember Stephen wrote on this task in one of his books. He didn't succeed...

I'll post you my comment on the dream:

Well done: I remembered the task, did the first three steps with remembering, collecting, holding. But then... I wasn't clear enough and - I must confess - maybe not brave enough to go on with the task. Just imagine the tremendous, life shaking effect, if I actually found that things in my WPR hands. I didn't feel that fear in the dream. I just thought it were a fine occasion to have a more extended LD. And that I did at least. And got another glimpse of what the dreammaker may be. Harry, I think your MLD project for me at least works, as you intended: It seems there is a better cooperation now between dreammaker and (lucid) dream - ego. The shell - rather exact copy of one special fossil shell I found. Even the red dust on the surface, not to mention the missing edge.

OK, a close miss on our task ;)

Ralf:

When is the doubt honestly gone? About two seconds before you bring something back, or prove to yourself with finality that the task cannot be done. Doubt is a virtually impossible mindset to abandon in a task like this, but lucidity is all about expectation, and if any part of you expects to fail, you will. Or you'll move on to something else.

In the end, lucidity is all about mindsets, about expectations, and about allowing your mind unquestioning access to the deepest recesses of your imagination. Allow instead doubts to linger, and you allow a wall to be built between you and your potential.

That said, I have a feeling that we have all proven at least once in life that objects cannot be brought back from dreams. That proof probably came in childhood. For myself, it was in the form of a strawberry ice cream cone. When I was about eight I dreamed I was eating a strawberry ice cream cone, and it was absolutely delightful. Then my sleep was disturbed and I woke up. For an instant after awakening I truly believed, as only a child could, that I still held that sugary cone, and that I could still finish it there, in my bed. It was, without any doubt, real. Immediate rational dismissals like residual dream sensations or hypnagogic imagery were many years away, so for that moment I was honestly sure the ice cream cone existed. It wasn't until well after I closed my hand around empty air that I knew the treat hadn't followed me to reality. But during that instant before my fingers closed on nothing I harbored no doubt, and thus may have inadvertently proven that objects cannot be "brought back" from the dreaming realm simply by believing without doubt that they could.

Peter

Good point, Peter!

I had the same with toy cars. But did I believe in lucid dreaming? No. I worked on that until I could do it. There is of course a difference for me. I had many reports of people dreaming lucid. I don't have much reports of people materialising things.

Ralf

I once brought back a bite of a peach, but it was so delicious that I couldn't spit it out and use it as proof! Ah well....

Just kidding, kind of. A lucid dream I had long ago I was eating a peach and I woke up. I could still feel it in my mouth and taste it, for about 5 seconds, kind of like when one wakes up and is still seeing dream images. It was the most delicous dream peach ever; if I had got a seed from it there would be dream peach trees growing all over the west coast.

Aah, those delicious dreams... Funny, I didn't hear examples of taste - prolonged dreams. Thanks for sharing. I love peaches sometimes, I'll look for them in my next dream on the Westcoast. Maybe I'll see you there...

Maybe.... and next time you find yourself at a grocery store and see a peach you may want to do a reality check.... I know I will. Especially if they are out of season.

Dear Ralf, Peter, and Ryan,

About 15 years ago, I attempted to bring back an exceptionally beautiful rock from the landscape of my lucid dreams. What would happen, I wondered, if I just held on tightly? Eager to find out, I focused my attention completely on the transition to waking and its effects on the seemingly solid stone. What I came back with remains in my garden of memories as a fascinating experience and a testimony to the amazing ability of our brains to create convincing mental models of the worlds in which we wander.

Most intriguing was the way in which the rock began to dissolve as I began to wake. The textural quality, weight and form within in the dream was extraordinarily vivid, but as I allowed my consciousness to slowly rise, the dream rock literally began evaporating in my dream hand. Realizing this was happening, I concentrated on the rock's essence and leaned back into the dream where it regained its original substance and form. I played for awhile with its illusory nature, rocking back and forth 'tween the realms of dreaming and waking several times until I finally woke completely with more than a handful of wonder.

Dreams rock! Keelin

Keep on rocking, Keelin ;0

And thanks for sharing that very special experiment / experience.

XO

Ralf

Cool experience Keelin. I recently began using a method like that to enter WILD's. Except, in reverse. I will visualize a baseball or some other hand held object until I start to see imagery. If I sustain the visualization of the baseball in my hand long enough I eventually "feel" it there. At this point I would often toss it back and forth between dream hands. This seemed really helpful in serving as a "bridge" to get from the hypnagogic stagnant scenes, into full blown dream scenes. I actually had 5 WILD's in a row like this, coupled with the nap technique. Keep on rocking in the dream world!

Keelin:

Thanks for pointing out for us how using lucidity to try something as apparently impossible as this can be so worth the effort!

Ryan:

Excellent technique! Thanks for sharing!

Peter

Hi Ryan,

Thanks for sharing your inventive toss technique. ;) I find it especially intriguing to hear how true oneironauts adapt what they've learned in general about induction methods in ways that not only suit their personal interests, but prove effective for them as well.

Watch out for the goofy ball! (How odd would that be?) Keelin

PS: TLI would be very grateful to have your dream reports -- and everyone else's for that matter! Please see http://www.lucidity.com/dreams4.html for details.

Dream 20030914, 4:20 AM: [This dream started out as a non-lucid dream. It seemed particularly real, more so than usual in my dreams; I think this contributed to the durability of the dream environment. I fell asleep doing the tactile version of 61 points meditation.]

I'm in bed with Chris. We are at my grandparent's house in the woods (which Chris never got to see, as they moved out after it flooded almost a decade ago) in the master bedroom, although it seems like the guest bedroom. We are talking, and Chris is doing something like tickling me, but he keeps pinching a spot on my ass really hard. It hurts, and he thinks it's funny. It annoys me a lot.

I get on top of the covers on my side so that he can't touch me. I'm full-on ticked off at this point. Then, I feel myself drifting off toward sleep. I hear Magellan (my white cat) meowing, and realize that I haven't fed him. I'm not even sure if I packed his food to bring with us. I tell Chris, who drowsily replies that we have some, in a silver envelope. I'm trying to visualize where it would be, and I think that if nothing else, I can feed him some tuna to tide him over.

I get out of the bed and walk down the hall to the kitchen. As I pass the main part of the kitchen, which is glass on two sides, I realize that the light seems odd - it's a gentle early morning light, but the clocks all report that it's 1:09. I walk through the kitchen, and the microwave flashes, as if the surface of the glass was reflecting a bright light. I back up and try to catch it again, so I could see what it's reflecting, but it doesn't do it again. This clues me in, and I consider that the pretty bright light outside couldn't belong to either 1:09 in the morning OR 1:09 at night... and I become lucid. There are a bunch of clocks around here, traditional old analog style ones, and I look around to confirm the time - and they're all showing different times, which is all the confirmation I need.

I take a packet of cat food that I've gotten from somewhere (I don't remember picking it up) and empty it into a bowl on a table for Magellan. It has some whitish stuff on it, like congealed grease or mold, but I remark that it's a dream, it'll be fine, it won't hurt him.

Grandmother and someone else (Aunt M.?) are in the breakfast area, and Granddad is out on the porch beside the atrium. Aunt M. says something about trimming Grandmother's toes - I have this visual of her having claws like a cat for a second, but that doesn't seem to develop into anything, and I turn and walk through the doorway into the dining room. On my left, beside the atrium, there is a little end table with two gemstone trees on it. I pick one up, it's only about 2" tall, and made of little pieces of peridot on the wire base. I tell myself that I will turn around and see more of them, larger and more beautiful - but when I do turn around and see them on the china hutch's shelves, they look kind of like they were hand-crafted by children, and I don't find myself particularly drawn to them. Granddad is here, and talks to me (and / or himself, he does this muttering thing...) for a minute. I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror on the hutch, and I'm still shirtless - I think for a moment about pumping up my dream body, which of course leads my mind down the path to sex.

I walk down the hallway. I turn in to the bathroom, which is on the right side - which is across the hall from where it is in real life. I see myself in the mirror, and decide that instead of playing games with the image, I'll try mirror-diving again. My previous experiments with it have not been particularly successful. I shrug my shoulders, and put my hands forward toward the mirror, and sort of push myself off from the ground. I fall into my image, and then through the mirror.

I find myself in a strange dark place - it seems like the darkness is almost more gray than black, because I can see movement when I move my limbs. The visual when I move has an almost echoing quality - like there are gray tracers following my hand as it moves before my face. I swim around in this for a little while before deciding that there's really not a lot to do here. I swim upward, thinking that I want to get out of the mirror, but it doesn't seem to work. Chagrined, I try to figure a more effective way out. I put both hands in front of me, making a triangle with my thumbs and forefingers, and visualize it forming a window that I could swim through to get out of the mirror space. It begins to gain color, a sort of medium blue, which stands out brilliantly from the rest of the surroundings which are all gray. My hands where they are against the blue seem to have more flesh color as well; the rest of my body is very shadowy. I wait until this window has brightened considerably, and then pull my hands away from it, point my fingers, and dive through it.

I find myself standing in a bathroom again, but a different one this time. The walls and counters are a dark slate-gray tile, as are the floors; it looks almost more like a bathroom at a gym than the kind you'd find in a house. Chris is here, and he has just gotten out of the shower; he is mostly toweled off, but still wet in spots.

I notice that he has a patch of longish hair on each shoulder. It looks more like head hair than body hair, about two or three inches long, thick, and falling in soft waves. I decide that this would look good as feathered angel-type wings, and I begin to handle it, stroking it, and trying to make it into wings. It does shift some, but it only becomes like short burgundy-colored down feathers. I look away and then look back, hoping to get it to shift that way, but it only works somewhat. It looks kind of like a patch of marabou; little soft clumps, not wing type feathers. Chris and I start making out, deep kisses.

At this point, the dream turned kind of sexual; I'm going to cut it off here so as not to offend anyone. The whole account is at http://www.livejournal.com/users/oakenking/

I had a couple of Lucid dreams over the weekend. The first one started when I recognised an interesting dreamsign - a two headed duck. It looked kinda natural in the dream, one head was behind the other and they were both looking in the same direction, it looked pretty cute. Thankfully something made me think again and I realised that it could not be real life.

I remained lucid for a while, deciding to use the time to familiarise myself with the dream world. I was hoping this would help me to recognise the next time I was dreaming. Nothing very much happened and dream was not at all vibrant in colour or detail. The dream started to fade when I began trying to control it. I awoke from it, but realised it was a false awakening, and was ready to start again - unfortunately at this moment a friend sent me a text message on my mobile and it woke me up - darn it.

Another episode of lucidity started when I performed a reality check by checking the time on my mobile phone, which I keep near my bed. I could not read the display on the phone to check the time, but by this time I realised I was dreaming so I decided to try flying. I was about to climb out of my bedroom window, when a friend appeared and took my hand to guide me (unusual occurance for me). Instead of leaving through the open window as I normally would do, he lead me through the solid wall. We passed through the wall beautifully (I have difficulty with this normally). We flew out over the night sky. It was real easy being lead and I was not afraid of the dream fading.

Later the same evening I tried to pass through the wall alone, but I could not. I then tried to pass through the closed window, but it just stretched out like elastic.

I guess I'll have to learn how to tackle these small obsticles one at a time. I guess I should at least be grateful for getting lucid to begin with.

Geoff.

Dream 20030918, 6:25 AM:

There was quite a bit more to this dream, but my focus on remembering the Tarot portion at the end made me lose track of the front part, so it became kind of fuzzy.

I am living in a space that seems like an apartment; it has a glass door on one end leading onto a small balcony or porch, and there is a hallway through the front door that has other similar doors along it. I remember a tank with baby turtles, which seemed to be brightly marked with yellow on their shells, and also a tank with fish. At one point the tank doesn't seem well-lit enough, and I am concerned for the fishes' health.

There is a man who lives down the hall in 415 or 425 (it seems like it shifts during the dream) - I figure out eventually that he is not real, because I try to go into his room once when he has walked into it and closed the door, and not only is he not in there, there is no furniture or anything, just an empty room. I have quite a number of interactions with him, trying to figure out who he is and where he disappears to.

I don't remember what clues me in, but I realize at some point that I'm dreaming. I remember several lucid bits, including flying along outside around the corner of the building.

I decide that what I want to do, is a Tarot reading. I have a dream companion with me, but I don't remember who. I go to a cabinet and pick up a set of cards; they seem to be individually wrapped in foil, like how baseball cards are when purchased. I flip through them, see the Phoenix Bird and several other bright-colored cards, and realize that these are not my deck; they belong to the imaginary man. I look at the cabinet they were beneath, and it has 415 painted on it, which seems to make sense to me, indicating that they're his.

I get my own set of cards, and sit down to spread them out for the reading. I tell my dream companion to get a pad and paper to help me record the reading; I have several small blank pads of paper and a couple of pens. I deal the cards out, but once I look at them on the table, all they are is heart- and circle-shaped pieces of paper. These are still not the right cards. I pick up a more traditional looking deck, with the backs a dark color that seems sometimes emerald green, sometimes violet, sometimes red. I sort through them, and then see Deborah sitting across from me, holding a stack of the same cards. She has part of my deck, and I demand them from her, and she gives them to me, but makes some disparaging remark about me not feeling up to reading the cards. I shuffle the cards, and one of them has a raised piece on it that looks like a skillet in profile - like a miniature actually attached to the card. I can see it when I hold the deck up sideways - I say, "I guess I'll know it, if I draw the frying pan!"

I shuffle again; Deborah seems to have vanished or faded out of attention. I am very focused on the cards. I start to lay them out in a Celtic Cross spread. I lay out the first card - the labels are in strong clear type at the bottom of each card, and each has a very busy picture. The first one is The Dry Experience - the picture shows a double bunk bed in a wooden-walled cottage room, and on the top bunk is a woman sitting in a rocking chair knitting. She is in old-fashioned clothes, sort of a Whistler's Mother type. The card that I lay down crossing the first one is labled Happenstance Chappenstance, or it may have been Clappenstance - there is a figure lying in a bed, with a bunch of pairs of hands sticking out from various parts of the image, and one pair of feet; the hands and feet are all posed as if about to clap. The third card, the first position of the Wheel of Time, is the Five of Egg Salads - there is a wooden dining table, and atop the table (where the plates should be) are five imaginary men with cheese graters and hollow round cheeses. One stands at each of the four place setttings, and one is preparing to disappear down the hole in the center of the table. These descriptions are very clear in my mind as I'm reading the cards, but there's no indication of their divinatory meanings. I draw another card and look at it before laying it down - it looks like a more traditional playing card, a Five of Hearts. I wake up.

Hi, Geoff and Michael

Very enjoyed reading your reports.

I seem to be too busy for lucid adventures. Looking forward to upcoming week with enough time to get more sleep in the morning.

CU in LD (this phrase gains more and more meaning for me...)

Ralf

This is my first post. I thought I would post my latest lucid dream to kind of try things out.

Title: Banging cars

a. Date: Nov 30 . 2003. Approximately 3:30 AM

b. Technique: Went back to bed after awakening from a dream and did the following.

i. Laid on my back ii. Deep breaths iii. Spiral chi from feet to head iv. Short Charka activation exercise: circulation from top to bottom

c. Position: After I got tired I rolled over to my right side

d. Level of Lucidity: high

e. Description: Started to dream and immediately realized that I was dreaming. I was standing outside on the grass and a few trees were around me. My first thought was to fly. I did so. I rose up somewhat clumsily and scraped the branches on a tree as I went by. I was concentrating on how to improve my flying technique and decided to try a swimming motion. This seemed to make the flying even clumsier.

False Awakening 1: I then woke up in my bed. I heard BF breathing heavily and thought that she was having a bad dream. I rolled over to her and rubbed her hair and whispered that it was only a dream and to calm down. Her breathing returned to normal and I laid back down, on my right side, determined to have another lucid dream. I closed my eyes and could see a whitish light filling my minds vision. I saw a dream starting to form and told myself that I wanted to stay lucid and I did. The next thing I knew I was standing inside a large building that had very high ceilings. I remember the floor was made of stone. There were many people around me and tables situated in various places. Once again I chose to fly. I rose up to the ceiling and where there was a large glass window above me. I was looking down at the people below me.

False Awakening 2: I woke up in my bed and BF was telling me that we had to go check on my son. We walked to his room and he was in his crib fully awake. His room was very well lit and in general was different than it appears in actuality, however I didn't realize this at the time. BF and I walked back to bed and I said "you were having a bad dream earlier'. She replied "I know. I was dreaming about dogs'. We went back to bed and once again I laid on my right side and was determined to have another lucid dream. As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw the whitish light fill my mind and a dream started to form. I remember thinking how easy it was to move into a dream. The next thing I knew I standing in a beautiful neighborhood. I was fully lucid to an extent that I have not experienced before. I remember how incredibly green the grass was. How the trees and grass blew in the wind. How it felt to have the wind blowing over me. I was standing in a yard next to a beautiful large house. The detail of the house was incredible and I noticed that I could feel the warmth of the sun. I said aloud "this is so real that it is impossible to tell the difference between this and the real world'. My awe then turned to experimentation. I thought, "if I am dreaming and if this is not real, then I should be able to pass my hand right through matter'. I walked up to a car that was parked on the street and raised up my arm and thought "pass through the car'. I then dropped my arm only hear the same thud sound and feel the same slap on my hand as would be expected in the physical realm. I decided to try again. I raised my arm and thought "I am dreaming and therefore can pass my hand through this car'. I dropped my hand and this time the car deformed slightly as my hand sank in a few inches. I proceeded to the next car and tried again. This time my hand sank deeper and the car deformed more. I went to the next car and tried again and this time my hand sank even deeper (about a foot or so) and the car was greatly deformed. I was satisfied enough with the results to move on. I decided to fly. I rose up and noticed the ground below me in full detail. My flying seemed more controlled than before but might better be described as floating in an intended direction than really flying. Ahead of me was a strange transition point. I was in full daylight but I could see a very distinct line where it was as dark as night. I could see something falling from the sky on the night side and decided to take a look. I remember thinking that the objects looked like small meteors falling through the sky and this made me feel a little uncomfortable. I told myself that this was just a dream and flew over to see more clearly. As soon as I passed the line I was in the dead of night and there was no sign of daylight behind me. I saw the objects falling just ahead of me and cautiously moved forward. All of a sudden I realized that the objects were large snowflakes. The timidness immediately left me and I felt a rush of a giddy type joy overcome me. I laughed in a playful way. All the while I was still floating motionless in the air. I began to catch some snowflakes on my tongue and in my hand. I then noticed a small house below me with some people outside. I flew down to investigate and immediately woke up (for real).

Hi Thomas,

Welcome to the Forum! -- and thank you for sharing your very vivid lucid dream. Your fine attention to detail (including posture, breathing, induction technique, and false awakenings) would make this account a great addition to TLI's ongoing comparison study of lucid and non-lucid dreams. We still need more data, so your contribution would be very much appreciated. For details, please see: http://lucidity.com/dreams4.html.

This invitation is, of course, open to ALL dedicated oneironauts, so please help us out and send your reports in! ;)

Sweet dreams to all, Keelin

Howdy all! I've been reading along, but have been having little success with lucid dreaming, so I haven't posted much lately. I finally managed a neat one:

Dream 20031217, 6:00 AM: "My own thoughts, made visible."

I wake, very groggy, and find myself lying in the blue bedroom at the Kingwood House [The house I grew up in. In reality, it's in a city four hours away, now.] I realize that this means I'm likely dreaming a false awakening. The thing that often frustrates me about these false awakenings is that I am too groggy to move, or even really open my eyes much. I think it's because my body fights with its own sleep paralysis. This time, I decide to see if I can spin. I can't stand up or even sit, but I visualize myself spinning in space, which seems to work. Although the scene doesn't change, I'm now able to get up, and I run through the empty house to the front door, open it, and go out into the yard and begin to fly. I tell myself that I want to find one of the Granny Women, and ask her to bless my hands. It's one of the things I've been working on incubating. I am proud of myself for remembering my intention so clearly! I wonder how I'm going to find her, and tell myself that she'll be in a house with a bright purple roof. As I fly upward, I remark to myself that I'm building visualizations of the trees, the houses, and the neighborhood based on my ground-focused understanding. Although the dream doesn't have the startling level of reality I sometimes get in lucid dreams, my level of consciousness about the dream state seems particularly high.

I fly over the neighborhood, looking at the houses, trying to find the bright purple roof that I have decided on as an indicator. I don't see what I'm looking for, and keep flying for quite a while. My flight is in an upright, nearly standing position, sort of swimming through the air, but without a lot of effort. The houses seem to shift and change, almost under my eyes - I try to shift one to a purple roof, but it doesn't want to do that. I keep flying. With a start, like I've tripped over something while I wasn't looking, I wake in bed [for real.]

Without moving, I lie very quiet in the bed, to see if I can get back into dreaming. After a little bit, it works. I find myself back in the same position, in the blue bedroom again. This time, I feel a little more awake, though. I jump up, again run through the house to the front door and take off into the air. I decide that this time, instead of going over the neighborhood and trying to find a house, I'll head back over the thicket [which no longer exists, in real life] behind the house. I fly up through the tall pines, looking at the moon. The moon multiplies, and I'm looking at a number of celestial bodies; it looks kind of like the moons of Saturn now. There are five or six of them. They have a peach-like color, like the Hunter's moon, and I remark to myself that they're very beautiful. The sky around them is bright, as if lightly cloudy.

I find myself going through a large, barn-like building. It's kind of inside-outside, almost like an airplane hangar; the sense of space is so large that it's like being outside, but I'm no longer among the trees. Several fleeting images seem to vie for my attention; it seems like they're subconscious fragments trying to derail the dream and take it off in a different direction. Attractive men, although kind of ghostly, grab at me; they are different types, one is a hot Greek, another is a hairy Daddy type, etc. I disengage myself, slipping out of their grasps, and it's almost like a dance. I am singing, and it seems like a number out of a musical - it's something about how "this is not what I'm looking for now." I can't remember the words now, but they were running through my head when I woke up.

I find myself in a shop. There are several people here, and the shelves and walls are full of sex toys and "adult novelty" type stuff. Again, I think it's my subconscious fighting the lucid dream - this happens a lot to me. One staff person is yelling at a clerk, something about, "This is about customer service... now service this customer!" and pushing the clerk to his knees in front of a standing customer. I laugh, and realize that the dream is becoming distracting and I'm losing track of my goal. I look around, and find a staircase leading up (upward motion in my dreams is often more about adjusting attitude, than altitude) and I walk up the staircase and out of the store.

At the top of the stairs, I find myself outside, on a flat high place, like the top of a plateau or a hill. There is some stonework here, and I meet a slightly mussed looking middle-aged woman, who invites me to sit down with her. She reminds me of Helena Bonham Carter's girl/witch character from Big Fish, which we saw last night. She sits on one side of a small stone altar or table, and I sit across from her. She talks for a while, and I can't remember now what she said, but I remember it was something about how to dance and howl. As she talks, I watch her, and she shifts to an almost clay-mation looking person, and then to a stylized version of cat-headed Bast, but with long braids. Now, she looks like a little terra-cotta statuette about ten inches tall, although still moving.

I realize that although she may represent a face of the Goddess, she's not the particular type of older crafty woman that I was trying to connect with in this dream. I take my leave, and find another upward-bound staircase.

At the top of this stair, I find myself inside again. There is an old woman, looking much more like the grandmotherly type I have been seeking, sitting at a sewing machine. I watch her sew; she appears very concentrated on her work. The machine is a modern white plastic one, but the spool of thread on the top seems to be an antique steel bobbin, loaded with a heavy pink thread. She is sewing on something that looks like a deer skull; not an applique or embroidery piece, but a three-dimensional skull. She has white hair, and is wearing half-glasses. I walk up to where she is working, and ask if I can sit with her; she points at a padded brown folding chair beside the sewing end of the machine, facing front. I sit down, and quietly watch her work for a moment. I ask her what she's sewing on, and she replies, "My own thoughts, made visible." I wake up. end

Hello All, I had a breakthrough LD last night and I wanted to post it. I had a very high level of lucidity and was able to perform 8 dream tests. Hope you enjoy the account. Forgive me for the length but this LD lasted for over an hour and just keeping to the main points is still quite wordy.

Wow!! I was able to move directly from non-sleep consciousness to LD. I was following my mental imagery when I became aware that I was dreaming. I was still lying in bed and remembered Oliver Fox's advice to just get up and walk away which I did. The room was dark. I walked to the front of the bed and started to feel a pull back toward the bed. I thought that I had better get some distance between myself and the bed to prolong the experience so I took off (superman style) and flew straight up through the ceiling and out the roof. I flew to ~50 feet above the above the roof and stopped. It was dark and clear outside. I thought that the outside environment wasn't so interesting because of the darkness and the fact that it was so late and not much was happening so I flew back down through the roof and reentered my apartment. I landed in the hallway just outside my bedroom. Test 1: I wanted to see if I could see my physical body sleeping in the bed. I looked in the bedroom and could see BF sleeping but could not see myself. I can't say for certain if I was there or not because it was dark and BF blocked my view somewhat but I don't think that my body was there. I again started to feel the pull back toward the bed. I turned and tried to walk down the hallway to get some distance. The pulling was adding considerable resistance to my walking. Test 2: I proceeded to spin as I moved down the hall and this worked to disrupt the pulling sensation and I was free to move on. I could see my reflection in the mirror at the end of the hallway and moved toward it. Test 3: I wanted to try to pass through the mirror to see what was on the other side. I walked up and placed my hands on the mirror and stuck my head through. I didn't see another imaginary room but instead saw the inside of the wall that the mirror is mounted to. I did notice the amazing deformation of the mirror and the reflections as I passed my head through. I pulled my head out. I proceeded to blow onto the mirror and saw the surface fog up. I wiped the fog with my fingers and saw very subtle wipe marks on the fogged surface. Test 4: I wanted to see if I could create a new dream scene by using the spin method. I decided that I wanted to be in a large open field. I proceeded to spin and when I stopped I was hovering over a large open meadow that was covered with white flowers. It was incredibly beautiful. I could see a farm some distance away and flew over to it. There were three people walking around the property. Test 5: I wanted to try to change the appearance of one of the people. I flew over and saw a woman standing below and "willed" her to change in appearance. Her clothes changed, her face changed, and her hair changed. Her overall size remained about the same. I flew down and landed right in front of her in order to take a look and she looked quite shocked to see me arrive. The dream scenery then changed. I was inside a house. I immediately went outside and saw a yard that was full of animals. They were all over the ground and all throughout the trees. They were all mostly white and slightly gray in color. I flew around the yard to look at them, but this time I had the feeling that I was being carried by some other being. I just relaxed and let myself be carried. We flew up to a tree and within a couple feet of a white bird. We then drifted to the left and in front of a large beautiful white owl. The owl had highlights of slightly gray feathers intertwined in the white ones. We then flew down toward the door of the house where there were a bunch of large white rabbits. The rabbits looked somewhat fierce however due to their size and the fact that they had large teeth protruding out of their mouths. They were also clicking their teeth together and I remember feeling nervous as we landed close to one. Both the rabbit and myself, however just went about our own business and I noticed that my flying partner was gone. Test 6: I wanted to make love in my dream as I have never done so before in an LD. I went inside and found BF. She looked radiantly beautiful. We proceeded to make love. This started out wonderfully but then I started to think that since it was just a dream I was not really making love to my wife and then the feelings diminished and BF disappeared. I then walked into the living room of the house and started to think about what to try next. I remembered something that I had read on the LD forum about a man who was getting bored with his own lucid experiences. I wondered if I was running out of things to try. I suddenly remembered the one test that I had really wanted to carry out. This filled me with intense excitement. Test 7: I ran outside and looked up at the sky. It was totally clear. I then "willed" large black clouds to come in. Wow! This was amazing. The clouds were so black and so thick and as they rolled in to cover the sky I could see bolts of intense red lightning bolting throughout them. I screamed up at the sky "Grant me the gift of remembrance" and tried to use my will to draw the lightning directly into my body (highlander style). The environment was so real however and my anxiety level was rising drastically as I wondered what the hell I was doing wishing to be struck by lightning that I did not achieve the goal of this test. Somewhat awe struck I wandered back inside the house where I saw several people who I work with. I had some casual conversations with them and I was glowing inside because I new that they were dream characters. I entered another room and thought about my next test. Test 8: I decided that I would try to grow in size so that I would become a giant. Wow!! I started growing fast and got the point that my head reached the ceiling and then broke through. I then found that I was in a much larger building with the ceiling at least 50 fifty feet above me. I continued to grow and grow and grow until I again broke through this ceiling. I was now standing under the sky and continued to grow until I was a few hundred feet tall. Looking down at the earth below, I was undeniably moved. Then suddenly I noticed that I was no longer large but instead standing on a ledge high above the ground. I decided to jump off for fun. I fell and I fell fast. My goal was to maintain a "real" falling speed until just before the ground and suddenly change the situation so that I would land gently. I watch the ground come closer and closer. At the last minute I said gentle and landed. The landing was a bit hard and I distinctly remember the discomfort that I felt in my knees. I then woke up and did some reality checks just to make sure.

Thomas

Thomas:

A breakthrough dream indeed! And a fine job keeping your wits about you throughout your adventure! Very exciting, and inspiring -- thanks for sharing.

Can't wait to read the encore,

Peter

Thomas,

What an excellent LD! Thank you for taking the time to share it with us. I feel inspired to push myself to new LD limits tonight

Blue Topaz

Thomas,

That was a completely HIGH LEVEL LUCID DREAM. GREAT! You did a pretty god job testing it. A note to all DREAMERS. When you have a WILD like Thomes had (wake initiated lucid dream) IT IS ALWAYS THE BEST SOLUTION TO WALK UP YOUR DREAM BODY. YOU WILL ENTER A DREAMSCAPE WHICH IS PROBABLY YOUR BEDROOM AT FIRST. A couple of days ago I had a WILD. First there was buzzing in my ears, then vibration, chest pressure and suddenly a set of imagery whirled before my eyes. I JUST WALKED AWAY from the bed. I just STOOD UP from my bed and entered a dream scene in my bedroom. When you STAND UP, you will stand up from your dream bed, not a real world bed, so don't be afraid to try it. 100% you'll be in a COMPLETE WAKE INITIATED LUCID DREAM SCENE!

Just a note: Be it HIHGLY LUCID or Low-level LUCID, we could see, that dream STILL does what it wants. Thomas thought he grew a couple of hundreed feet. But the dream flip that scene over and THOMAS saw himself standing on a ledge. As for those rabbits it is still a dream's own will.We could do whatever we want, sometimes but not always, but the dream still keeps its integrity at the end, showing us that we are not masters of dreams.We are only masters of our awareness, self-control and our dreampowers... We are just explorers and inhabitants of the splendid world of dreams.

Dear Thomas,

Thank you for sharing your fabulous lucid dream! The tone in the telling of it alone should be enough to inspire us all. And congratulations on your fine performance, excellent on-the-spot creative responses, and ability to obviously go with the flow and enjoy exploring in the Land of Odd. Also, quite impressive, that state test on awakening. Wow!

And an additional and special THANK YOU for including this dream with your report for the current lucid/non-lucid dream comparison study! May others be inspired to contribute as well. ;)

Dream on, dear Oneironauts! Keelin

Last night among 5 NLDs, I had an interesting LD. I think you can use it for testing purposes.

It was a late night and I woke up, trying to get to the bathroom. On that point I just figured out I was in a dream. So I remebered Thomas' and LUCIDITY INSTITUTE's MIRROR TEST. I went to the big mirror, in the dining room . (The mirror itself is as tall as me( app. 2m height). I wanted to do some testing. What was behind that mirror? Was it just a concrete wall, the mirror was mounted to, or an another dreamscene. First I put my head. I didn't have the problems with passing my head through. But suddenly I saw my face scarred, so I backed off. I saw the reflection of the dining room. I entered the mirror with my WHOLE BODY and ended up in extended dining room. I ENTERED THE REFLECTION OF THE DINING ROOM. It was very dark, and I immediately rubbed my hands, and the whole dreamscene was washed with light and vivid colors.(as if someone had switched the light on). I walked through the mirror reflected dinning room and walked out the mirror, and ended up in the real dining room.

Conclusion: I wanted to make another dreamscene when I passed through the mirror, but I ended up in the reflection... I should stick to B SHIFTING, as it surely transports me where I want...Another time I'll try it again to see what will happen if I spin off through the mirror. It should make a dreamscene pretty much different...

I got in bed at 11:50 fell into sleep paralysis immediately. When I woke up it was 12:10 so it lasted about 20 minuets. Felt like it too. Immediately I was aware and awake yet my body was asleep. It was typical sleep paralysis. Now I am at the point though where I can control it and it doesn't bother me. I was highly aware this time. Initially it felt like I couldn't breath, as it always does, but once I relaxed and reminded myself not to worry about that feeling and that I could breath, it eased up. However throughout this experience my breathing kept bothering me and I would have to remind myself. The other thing that happened that has NEVER happened before is I could hear myself breathing, it was very loud and it sounded as if my breathing was labored.

I felt tingling all over my body and it felt like my arms and legs were being pulled. I attempted to leave my body at this point but I was not able to. As I was in this state I suddenly hear what sounds like a radio station, I hear it chyrstal clear, then it switches to another, I must have heard at least 5 and some were commercials, some were songs, etc. I was trying hard to listen for a call letter of a radio station or something but didn't get one. I can tell you I have no doubt I was actually somehow plugged into a radio frequency and truly could hear this stuff. It was so vibrant and clear. Very unique experience it happened once before but never to that extent.

I also remember looking up at the ceiling, also I had a night mask on because light bugs me. Anyway so I am looking at the ceiling and I see this pattern develop on the ceiling and start to move in a circular motion. Then I realize it was me who was moving in the circular motion not the ceiling. I felt the force of the movement and it felt very cool. This is something I had never experienced either.

I do remember hearing this really lound crackling, I have left my body before and heard a buzzing but this was more of a crackling like if someone had some large sticks and were breaking them in front of a very loud microphone. It was weird. Then I felt myself kinda of swaying back and forth, I wasn't doing this consciously, I kinda caught myself doing it. And realized that you can ROLL out of your body. So I go with the rocking and start to rock harder. Finally I feel myself roll over. I look down at my bed and can see the bedspread, I can see the pattern and it looks like the fibers in the bedspread are alive.

I get off my bed and turn around to see if I can see my body. And I don't. This was confusing because I knew I should. Although I then realize that the bed looks different too, so maybe I am no longer in my room. I float over to my bookshelves and then around the apartment. It was definitely much different then where I really live, go figure. I was having trouble seeing clearly and I was trying to make things more vibrant, I would say "Clarity Now" but nothing. Then I remembered I had my sleep mask on and I wondered if the fact that it was blocking out light from my eyes was why I was seeing everything so darkly. So I reach up, or so I thought, and remove my mask. Things brighten up only slightly. (Obviously my mask was still on) I am in some other house now, it's very beautiful, nice furniture and architecture. I fly through the window and try to conjure up a beach and ocean but no luck.

Now I am back in my body on the bed again but still in the sleep paralysis state. I am back to hearing radio stations, I also distinctly hear what sounds like a tv show, like a game show. Then I hear a very young girl (maybe 6 or 7) say: "Energy is..." I'm thinking, Energy is what? That sounded important, why didn't she finish. I listened more and got other radio stations but no more little girl. I could hear my cat playing in the back ground the whole time as well, and I heard why my air conditioner shut on and off. A couple times I remember hearing myself actually make noise when something interesting happened.

Then I woke myself up and wrote it all down.

Nenad:

Interesting result you had. Never tried to walk through a mirror. But my head was through. Felt like quicksilver, in a way. And saw in one of my first LD interesting, surreal reflections of myself.

Thanks for sharing

Kelly:

Interesting report of SP phenomena. The realism of dream - perceptions CAN be convincing. But I'm not sure, mostly I don't think I hear what is going on in physcial reality, while I dream. And if, sounds are incorporated / morphed.

That may be different for SP. I'm not sure.

Good luck in your explorations and keep us updated

Ralf

Thomas:

Superb!

You somewhere said lucidity was high, because it was a WILD. But does it explain the stability and lenghts of dream? When in your sleep / wake cycle did the dream happen?

Hello Ralf, As part of my journal I always rank the level of lucidity that I achieve. Most often this refers to my clarity of mind and the extent to which I can control the dream events. A low ranking LD for me is one where I know that I am dreaming but can't break out of the script. In these dreams I may ask dream characters for help (they have never helped me) and I also may not be able to fly (even if I try over and over again). A high level ranking means that I have a clarity of mind that allows me to step back from the dreams events and go my own way. These are the dreams that allow me to perform LD tests and are also characterized by a constant knowing that I am in a dream rather than an on again off again realization. A medium level ranking is somewhere in the gray area between the other two. There is also a corelation to length and stability. When in a high LD state it is much easier to notice when the dream is becoming unstable and take active steps to stabilize it. Typical low level LDs for me last ten minutes or less and high level LDs can last as much as one and a half hours.

Concerning the moment in the sleep cycle when this particular dream occurred, I went to bed around 10:30 PM. My son woke up at ~1:15 AM crying. I went to his room and laid with him until about 2:15 AM. During this period I was drifting in and out of sleep. When I went back to bed at 2:15 AM I did a series of Qigong exercies (internal energy exercises) for about fifteen minutes. I then rolled over on my right side and just gently put my focus at the center of my mind. The hypnagogic imagery started and I passively watched. The LD started at approximately 2:45 AM and ended at 4:10 AM.

I notice that you are really into WILDs (I am too). What's your most reliable technique?

Thomas

Hello everyone. My favorite reality test in LDs is "mirror" test. I walk up to the mirror, focusing to see my face. It always sways, distorts,shapechange and I feel some energy flow. Then I am 100% sure I am in a dream.

Nenad