Having recently attained partial-lucidity in a dream last week, I thought posting it here might help me to keep the idea of lucidity, in general, fresh in my head. So here goes...

I was flying through a set of hallways with a female companion. Some of the hallways ascended vertically as well as horizontally (defying gravity -- though not that that mattered, since we were airborne). At one corner we began to fly downwards and descended into a household with windows through which the sun shined brightly. My female companion and I began to venture through separate rooms, both fascinated with this place for some reason. I stepped outdoors onto the porch and looked up at the windows of buildings surrounding me. It was at this point that I somehow became aware (or semi-aware) that this was a dream. "This is a dream!" I announced excitedly to myself and began squirming my feet against the pavement, testing the dream concrete with my dream feet. As I concentrated, the pavement began to take on a soft earthy texture, like walking on wet soil. I was so excited I ran to inform my female companion that I was having a lucid dream; I was very curious to ask her if she, too, was lucid. I think I woke up before I had the chance to find her.

Somehow I was lucid enough to know this was a dream, yet not enough to realize that the other person was only a dream character.

Strange, huh?

Hi, Egan! I wouldn't call this a semi or partial LD. I'd say you had a true and complete lucid dream by definition. The minute you knew it was a dream, it became a lucid dream.

Most times I've perceived dream characters as real characters although fully aware that I was dreaming, but a few times I've dismissed them as dream entities. Frankly, I wouldn't want to negate all my LD objects, including people, by reflecting on their unreality during the dream. Might as well be awake!

Thanks for posting! Paul

Hello Egan,

Yes, have had a number of lucid dreams over the years similar to yours in which I became lucid and then declared to the inhabitants that it was a dream.

Sometimes they were so real-seeming, they convinced me I couldn't be dreaming. Other times- you know...thinking about it now, the people in dreamland have never admitted they were dreams to me. Whatever amazing things done to prove it was a dream, amazed them but did not seem to cause any doubt of their own "reality"

Wonder if this is connected to the sayings of many spiritual masters that life is a dream and the miracles they often did? Hmmmmm. Could we just be dream characters in their "dream"?

The most recent and fun confrontation of this kind was posted here on March 18th, where the inhabitants of the dream were harassing me, every person was yelling their head off. Seems I'd come across some kind of movie set and was in their way.

Just on an interpretation level: Perhaps meaning the coming across of patterns in my life consciously, and the "director" the automatic programming, kind of flipping out.

And this his happening in life, there are ways of thinking that are becoming much clearer and the authority of certain attitudes and beliefs are being challenged, so the "voices" of the old programming can get quite loud.

The fun thing, the exciting thing was becoming lucid and was not allowing "me" to be pushed around by this crowd of people. So going directly to the director, the "authority figure" and picking him up as if he was a big piece of cotton candy was thrilling. For me this is obviously challenging the old perfectionistic bullying patterns internalized long ago. Not seeing them as "myself" and playing with them i.e. not taking who I think I am too seriously.

One of the things that dreamwork has shown me: that the subconscious serves up many helpful images that as we learn how to read our own "language" there is much that is valuable there. The dream seems, to me, a kind of daily inner newspaper, some of it serious, some not, some just "advertisements" for desires.

The most interesting thing about this is, if I take the time to honor my dreams and accept the awareness they bring, the result is that a kind of partnership can take place. Because as profound as the messages are in dreams it is only upon refection in the waking state that they become clear in their meaning. That clarity can then be given back to the "unconscious" or what I would like to call the dream mind. Because the dream mind seems to be very conscious indeed, in ways my conscious mind can not comprehend. Perhaps my dream mind, from it's perspective finds the conscious mind a mystery as well.

So there is the possibility of intersection.

Lucidity sets the stage, is the stage it seems, for both to meet.

Outer Evolution and Inner Revolution coming together.

Which makes me wonder if identification, how we see ourselves is just some kind of mooring of consciousness and that it might be possible to untie the "boat of awareness" from the anchor of conditioning and go for a sail. Lucidity seems to carry that possibility

Some spontaneous musings.

Regards,

Daniel

Hello Egan,

Yes, have had a number of lucid dreams over the years similar to yours in which I became lucid and then declared to the inhabitants that it was a dream.

Sometimes they were so real-seeming they convinced me that I couldn't possibly be dreaming. Thinking about it now, the "people" in dreamland have never admitted they were dreams to me. Whatever amazing things done, amazed them but did not seem to cause them to doubt their own "reality"

Wonder if this is connected to the sayings of many spiritual masters that life is a dream and the miracles they often did? Hmmmmm. Could we just be dream characters in their "dream"?

Or is it all a dream?

The most recent and fun confrontation of this kind was posted here on March 18th, where the inhabitants of the dream were harassing me, every person was yelling their head off. Seems I'd come across some kind of movie set and was in their way.

Just on an interpretation level: Perhaps meaning the coming across of patterns in my life consciously, and the "director" the automatic programming, kind of flipping out.

And this his happening in life, there are ways of thinking that are becoming much clearer and the authority of certain attitudes and beliefs are being challenged, so the "voices" of the old programming can get quite loud.

The fun thing, the exciting thing was becoming lucid and was not allowing "me" to be pushed around by this crowd of people. So going directly to the director, the "authority figure" and picking him up as if he was a big piece of cotton candy was thrilling. For me this is obviously challenging the old perfectionistic bullying patterns internalized long ago. Not seeing them as "myself" and playing with them i.e. not taking who I think I am too seriously.

One of the things that dreamwork has shown me: that the subconscious serves up many helpful images that as we learn how to read our own "language" there is much that is valuable there. The dream seems, to me, a kind of daily inner newspaper, some of it serious, some not, some just "advertisements" for desires.

The most interesting thing about this is, if I take the time to honor my dreams and accept the awareness they bring, the result is that a kind of partnership can take place. Because as profound as the messages are in dreams it is only upon refection in the waking state that they become clear in their meaning. That clarity can then be given back to the "unconscious" or what I would like to call the dream mind. Because the dream mind seems to be very conscious indeed, in ways my conscious mind can not comprehend. Perhaps my dream mind, from it's perspective finds the conscious mind a mystery as well.

So there is the possibility of intersection.

And of course Lucidity sets the stage for both to meet.

Evolution and Revolution coming together.

Which makes me wonder if identification, how we see ourselves is just some kind of mooring of consciousness and that it might be possible to untie the "boat of awareness" from the anchor of conditioning and go for a sail. Lucidity seems to carry that possibility

Some spontaneous musings.

Regards,

Daniel

Hi everyone,

Here's most recent lucid dream wonder if it actually was a WILD, certainly seems to have all the earmarks. The entry:

Regards,

Daniel

Saturday April 02, 2005

Now last night I must report that I became lucid as soon as I lay down to sleep, which was very interesting, was on a county road and realized that I was lucid and looking at the trees the tall kinds of cyprus that one sees in the tourist shots of Italy or southern France, no one was around and there did not seem to be anything remarkable about it, the fact that I was lucid did not seem to overly impress me.

(Which, by the way, was the goal that had been set for the next lucid round!)

I had started to leave the road and walk up a small hill but then stopped and turned around, not sure why I made that decision, but walking back, (from the way I came?) there was a small side road to my left. It was a dead-end about a hundred feet long. I glanced over casually and then noticed a pair of silver wolves emerging from the undergrowth. Their eyes were shining fiercely and both were sizing me up as ripe for attack, a moment later they were coming after me at full run. Somehow I was not afraid, knowing that I was lucid. When they leaped for me I grabbed one by it's front paws as it was in the air and tore it in two. The other, when it sees this, is cowering it's tail between it's legs simpering, smiling at me. The dream ended there.

On Saturday night i was dreaming that i was walking through an open hallway that was brightly lit with white light.

I was saying to myself, "I'm lucid, I'm lucid!" So I started thinking during the dream that i wanted to make things happen, but i could not.

I thought of making people appear, but i could not.

I wanted to appear somewhere. I could not.

This problem has not occured for me before, although previously ive had trouble in simply staying asleep.

I'll appreciate any guidance in this matter.

Warmly,

Adam

Adam, you need to send your dreams to basic training! They are very unruly children! Send them to Dreamcamp in July!

Actually, this happens to me all the time. The most frustrating is when I'm in the mood for dream sex, and my dream date says no!

A good spin can change the dream scene as well as the level of control, I have found. If I can't even do that, then, frankly, the LD isn't worth having, and I might as well wake up. What's the point of having an LD if I can't be in charge?

Or, I suppose one could just kick back and let the dream do it's thing--give up control. That might be interesting!

Something to sleep on.

Paul

Thanks Paul...

That's pretty funny about the dream date saying "no". ALthough probably not funny for you at the time.

I'll give spinning a go if this happens again.

Knowing i was dreaming and not having any influence on events was frustrating.

Cheers

Adam

The following is my latest lucid dream.

First off, it should be mentioned that I simply "came to" as far as I can remember. I was exploring a musty building and all of a sudden I became aware that this was a dream. Interestingly enough, of the handful of lucid dreams I've experienced in my life, I can't recall any one (offhand) where my lucidity was invoked by anything specific. That is, it wasn't a flaw in the dream world which made me question reality, I didn't see pink elephants fly past and say to myself, "Wait a minute, this can't be right!?" Somehow, I just BECAME lucid. Though it may seem like an Oneironaut's dream (no pun intended) to simply become lucid without intent or provocation, the downside is that I lucid dream only rarely. Maybe I have a hidden talent that needs awakening...

As I wandered, now lucid, through the musty, basement-like hallways of this dream world, I began to frantically search for something to do, such as fly. I opened a few doors that seemed to be dead ends, or lead to cramped, unoccupied rooms. I then passed a gathering of men seated at a table conversing, rounded the corner and met a girl who only giggled at whatever I had to say. At some point during our discussion she simply vanished before my eyes! poof She was gone! I hurried onward, ever worried that I would slip back into the non-lucid dream state.

Elated that this entire time I was STILL lucid, though, I hurried through the building in search of new dream experiences to explore. I was amazed at how aware I was of the real world, I even knew about this discussion board and some of the suggestions on how to maintain lucidity (though I guess I didn't put them into practice, nevermind...) Now upstairs in the bedroom of my childhood, I saw a trio of horsemen riding in the field outside, through the window. I longed to ride one of these horses and flung the window open. Frigid, wintery air struck me -- which, conincidentally, I had the air conditioning blasting last night, so I suspect my "real" body was sending signals to my sleeping (but lucid) self. I prepared to take flight but in the yard below were two parent-like figures (parents that weren't my "real" parents). They kept telling me that I was acting crazy, that I would fall, and that people can't fly. But I was firm in my conviction and felt confident that I could fly. And I did. I've had lucid dreams before where I couldn't quite bring myself to fly, instead I was experiencing a low-gravity sensation but could never quite lift off. I attempted to fly Superman-style but only succeeded in "swim" flying. There were others flying across the field and none of us could seem to reach a higher elevation, try as I might.

Now only inches above the ground, I flew past gatherings of people but the trio of horses off in the distance swayed kept my attention and I hurried onward and then .. awoke.

The interesting thing is, immediately upon awakening I wasn't fully sure if this was a dream or not. I sluggishly stumbled to the kitchen and guzzled some orange juice, then slumped back into bed. The whole time as I sat there, reflecting on my dream, I kept thinking how uncertain I was about reality .. "Life is 'bot a dream" and all that. Sure, technically, none of us know for sure if we're dreaming or not at any given moment. But as I type this message out now, I'm pretty damn sure that I'm awake! After my lucid dream today, though, I wasn't so sure. I've just never felt such a profound uncertainty of the waking world before as I did this morning. It was all so exhilarating.

Hello...

This is my first dream post here...and the dream was mostly lucid...at the point I was looking at the grain and after... Cassie

I had dreams this morning of a group of small brown mice that were exceptionally intelligent. I was training these mice...that were genetically altered and they had special characteristics that normal mice would not have. One of them would stand up on his back legs and beg for food. He could act all cutesy so I would feed him extra tidbits of food. I had this corn and seed mixture that is much like what large birds eat and would give it to him. He had a special bed and slept separate from the other mice and was treated as a child allowed to roam about the room. My surroundings... looked like a large steril room with glass windows and several large glass tanks where the mice were kept. A friend of mine, Nina who is also an LVN, was outside the room when I left there. She guided me through this hospital that had many departments. I had to stop and change clothes in one section, lock the doors behind me...and continue down hallways. I knew there was this section in geriatrics that AIDs had broken out and it was a bit alarming to the staff as it had not been transmitted by sex or blood but through another avenue. I was told to wash very thoroughly before going to the next section of the building. We finally were outside the building and I woke up.

I was lucid during the latter part of the dream and knew I could not explore as I would have wanted to but also I was afraid of contamination.

Cassie

Hi again,

I am reading through the most recent lucid dreams here.

Daniel,

Your April 2nd dream...sort of reminds me of one I had similar several months ago of being on a hill and seeing a bunch of white wolves running toward me. I did become lucid...(sort of conditioned myself over the years to become lucid when my adrenaline starts soaring)...and I putout my hand to the wolves..palm side up and when they reached me they licked my hand...and the dream ended.

I can only think that maybe facing my fear of them...changed the dream or altered it original course.

It could also symbolically mean confronting ones own primal life force....just a thought..

Cassie

Hello Egan,

In response to your dream on May 4th 2005, flying in dreams is very fun if you can manage lucidity. One of my most relaxing images in dreams is flying through a night sky! I used to do that quite a lot as a child... Also, walking through walls and attempting to go into other realms or dimensions. Now..I haven't seen pink elephants but what about pink flamingos?? ;-) and all the people you meet along the way can appear either like stick hollow figures or three dimensional interactive human intelligence.

Cassie

Hi Dreamers!

Below, a recent experience that illustrates a quick return to dreaming by way of imagined movement.

It wasn't until the scene began to fade, the water greying and evaporating right in front of my eyes, that I realized I was waking from a dream. I knew that even slightly stirring in bed would dramatically lessen my chances of returning to the pool of dolphins, so I lay perfectly still and vividly imagined the sensation of my arms moving through water again. There's also a learned expectation that I can easily have a lucid dream after a bit of insomnia (which I'd had prior to the dream), and that may also have played a part in my quick return to the scene -- but this time with awareness of dreaming.

Back in the pool, a baby dolphin joined the pod, and the water, which had been calm and slightly murky, became fantastically brilliant splashes of liquid sunlight. We moved with the smoothest speed, back and forth, back and forth, traveling the full length of the pool. Who would ever think that dolphins would be content to do laps? But so it seemed. And my swimming, awkward at best in waking life, became more like theirs -- effortless, graceful, pure sleek motion.

At times such as this, when I've no specific goal that might only be pursued within a lucid dream, I feel no desire to do more with my awareness than to simply appreciate being within the extraordinary world of the dream as it naturally unfolds. And really, what more could I wish for?

Brilliant, splashing dreams to all, Keelin

Hello All, This is a LD that I had the other night that seemed to go on forever.

I was in my kitchen, looking at the microwave. It was nighttime, and the only light on was the one above the sink. I was alone. The first thought that crossed my mind was "that's strange, the last thing I remember I was lying in bed'. I took a quick look around and everything looked right. Hmmm. I decided to jump off the ground and see if I could levitate and when I did I hung in mid air for a few solid seconds. Oh my God, I thought this is a dream. I started to look closely at each room. Everything looked right. Just then Firuza came downstairs. "What are you doing?' she asked. I replied, "Firuza this is a dream!' and she rolled her eyes "No its not, let's go back to bed'. "Yes it is! Watch this.', and then I jumped up in the air and just hung there for a few seconds. She rolled her eyes again, "That doesn't prove anything. C'mon let's go'. I told her to watch and then jumped all the way to the top of the foyer and touched the ceiling (about 20 feet up). She said, "Tom, we're not dreaming, can we go back to bed now'? Just then we heard the boys talking and when we looked, Andrew had walked down the stairs all by himself and Danny came walking out of the Dining room. "That's just great, said Firuza, you woke up the boys'. She proceeded to go get them and lead them back upstairs.

Once again I was alone. I remembered that my goal was to try to just following along in the dream, so I just walked around downstairs for a while waiting for something to happen. Nothing did and eventually I got bored. I decided to try run up the walls. I started in the dining room and ran from wall to wall around the living room, foyer, and family room without touching the floor once. I was totally exhilarated. When I finally stopped I looked around and still nobody was there so I decided to leave and did so by flying right through the living room wall and then landing out on the street.

Although the house had very much resembled my real house, the street outside was totally different. It was dark, the pavement was wet, and there was snow covering the rest of the ground. Light post lined the streets and I could see that the road led to a large city. I walked on. A car drove up and stopped just past me. I could see that there were three young men sitting in the car. They started yelling at me and flicking me off. I thought "Hey that's not a very nice thing to do in my dream', and then climbed onto the back of the car. I looked in the window at the guy sitting in the back. He had short dirty blonde hair and long, thin face. I put my hands on the back window and then leaned over and pushed my head right through the glass. I could feel just a little pressure and noticed that the window turned to waves and just let my head pass right through.

The guy sitting in the backseat drew back a little and his eyes got very big. Then he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and lit it and then moved toward my face. I quickly pulled my head back outside. "Wait a minute; this is just a dream so he can't hurt me'. I stuck my head back through the window and once again he lit the lighter and moved it toward my face. I hesitated for a moment but then pulled my head back out and laughed, "that test can wait for another day'. I climbed off the car as it drove it away and noticed that I was standing right outside a very large building.

I went inside and was overwhelmed by people everywhere. Everybody was in a hurry and the place was extremely crowded. I looked around and saw that the walls were very high and noticed some windows at the very top. The crowd was making me feel a little uncomfortable so I decided to make a break for it. I ran across the room and then straight up the wall to the very top. One of the windows didn't have any glass and I climbed through and sat on the edge. "Ah, a little breathing room I thought'. Down below was a big reception area crowded with people. There was a band playing and people were dancing. I floated across the room and landed on the other side next to a door. I walked through. The door opened into a room that was full of cloth napkins. I mean these things were stacked everywhere. In the middle of the room were these two waiters/busboys folding the napkins and talking back and forth. I walked over and one of the guys left. I said to the other, "You know you're a dream character don't you?' He looked up from his work and modestly replied "Yeah, I know'. I paused for a moment and then asked, "Well, do you like it?' He looked at me and said in very calm voice, "It's alright'. He then looked back down and started folding napkins again. I started to walk away and turned back, "Well you're doing a great job'. He looked up and smiled a little smile and then just said thanks. I walked out of some door and was suddenly standing back out on the street.

I looked up and could see the stars in the night sky. It was beautiful. I thought about flying. "How high can I go?' I noticed that I was lifting off the ground and said "Let's find out'. I used my intention to guide me straight up. I was climbing pretty quickly and I could feel the wind on my face and although I was flying upward I keep my head looking downward so I could see the ground and judge my height. Higher and higher, hundreds of feet and then thousands of feet. I passed by small pockets of clouds and just kept on climbing. I noticed the incredible view through the night sky. It's difficult to explain the freedom and excitement that I felt.

Then in an instant I was standing inside my parent's house. My father was watching TV and my mother was cooking something. I talked to them for a little while but don't really remember what I said. Then I noticed a cup sitting on the table. "Let's see how well my taste works', I thought and then took a drink. Hmm, just water. I walked over to the refrigerator and opened it up. I saw some grapes sitting on the top shelf. I took one and looked it over. It was a large green grape with just a little brown around where the stem had been. I popped it in my mouth and chewed it up. "Man this tasted exactly like a grape'. My brother walked in and I turned and asked him if he wanted to go for fly. He said OK and I told him that I would meet on the roof.

I went outside and jumped up from the driveway and landed right on the highest part of the roof. I sat down. I just sat there for a minute wondering how I was going to remember my entire dream. I thought back and kind of briefly went through the main points. I looked at the stars again. Then I looked over at the edge of the roof. I remember that I had to swallow my own fear just a couple of weeks earlier when I was up on my roof cleaning out the gutters (in real life). Would I feel fear if I sat right on the edge and looked down? I moved down the slope, looked over the edge and then sat down with legs hanging over. At first I was fine but then I started to feel the fear growing within me. I backed off from the edge and heard my brother calling me. I walked over to the other side of the roof and saw him climbing up a tree in order to get on the roof. I went over and gave him my hand and pulled him up. "Where are we going fly to?' he asked. I pointed down to the street and said, let's just go around the block a few times'. He agreed and we both ran down from the peak and jumped off the edge. We flew about twenty feet above the road started kind of racing each other. Faster and faster we pushed each other, around the corners almost hitting into the trees, down the long straight aways passing the lead position back and forth. I starter to laugh with pure enjoyment and then suddenly woke up.

I am not sure how long this dream lasted but it had to have been at least 20-30 minutes.

Thomas

Hi everybody,

My all time favorite lucid dream must have been 30-45 minutes and I'll post it here, I call it Reverberations in Black

Sept. 26, 1988

I traveled up the elevator of a skyscraper under construction, after getting to it by means that have faded. I was with two other guys, one of which was my Cuz, and when we got to the cage that was the elevator, it was already loaded with people, and was about to take off but I grabbed on and told them to hold up, as they had risen about a foot, and the door was open and I was apprehensive about them continuing with me next to the open door but they held up, and the other guys got on, they closed the door, and we went to the top,

at the top I got off and complained about falling, and the "foreman" said to walk on the lower part of the girders instead of trying to balance on the top, and press my feet together and hold on with my feet and legs, always keeping my feet together, keeping up to the fifth toe on the girder, and to turn to the other girder, use my hands . . . . So there I was, perched on a girder high above the ground

when the "foreman" went to lunch, we had cans of sodas, and when I asked for more, it was withheld from me what I wanted, I cussed them out saying for years they were blocking me ( at this time, #####, she was there) snip and getting ahead in life, and they better watch it because if they keep teasing me, I might have to kick their a$$es when we got down then I asked ##### to hand me a Coke, there were two bottles opened, and one can, and she teased me also instead of giving me the can . . . . later, after ending without thinking about getting down, there were three glasses on my table representing what had happened, but ##### had no glass

Then when it became lucid, I was a gang member, and turned in the gang to the police for reasons now faded, I took the cops to the apartment where they were meeting, and let them in, then one guy came out and he was in on it with me, and he pulled out a knife and we faked a knife fight, and he cut me on my right side, and I called out that he stabbed me, and pulled him away with blood flowing from my side--- and we got the hell out of there, and then the police raided the place

So holding on to each other, we ran down the streets looking for my car (which should be parked far enough away so that any gang member would have not seen it and suspected me) but we never found it . . . then there were a couple of guys behind us and my friend acted drunk, then the guys behind us made some comment and we let go of each other, and I turned around and said words like, "SHUT THE F*CK UP, OR WE'LL KICK YOU'RE A$$!" and my partner got behind them ready to fight, but they begged off

we got to this garage run by white guys, and I think, "They are on my side," controlling the action, and they became our partners, and we stopped there for it to cool off a bit, then I says to one, "Joe, we're gonna take this truck, OK?" and he (he was stretched out in a chair in front of the garage) says, "Hold up-- it has a leak," and another white guy says, "Sure it leaks, but hop in, and I'll drive you," I says, "In the back?" He says, "Yeah," so me and my partner get in the back, and the guy drives us away in the red pickup truck . . .

he lets us out at this brownstone type apartment building (for the locals, similar to the north side), and we go in . . . Upstairs, there's this party, but there's not many people there for my taste, so I check out the women while everyone is dancing, and I pick this light-skinned woman who's much shorter than I am, but sweetly plump, I asked her to dance, she said, don't I think she's too short for me, but came to me anyway, and we held each other (she was wearing a strapless dress with a slit up to the waist) she looked up into my eyes while I held her hand with my right hand (by then I was dressed in a shirt and tie with slacks) but when I tried to talk, I could only whisper, and she giggled, then looked down, then back up again, straight into my eyes, I let go of her hand, and started to lightly caress her shoulder, and it was silky smooth, she says, "M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m . . . I like that," and I continue to feel her, then I drop my right hand to the slit in her dress, and she's not wearing any panties, snip and we continued like that, enjoying each other's bodies snip and she's quiet for a while, then she says, "Hey, watch it," snip then we finished dancing snip and she says, "OK bye now," {later, believe it or not, it seems the actual woman came to work in my department for a while} I get to my partner and says "What's up?" And he says he met this babe that he wants to talk to, and I say, "OK, I'm going to split, I'll see you later," and I leave

I joyously run down the stairs, and when I notice a kid (young Black male) watching me, I swing on the banister lightly, as I turn to go down the stairs, brrrroomp, I patter down, and get out of the building, I take a deep breath, and the air is cool, crisp, and refreshing

I walked along, and thought the gang must want revenge by now,

and I'm in another building, (third person) and this big, older, bald-headed guy, with a dial-a gun (dally gun) is fighting one of my ex-gang members, this dally gun is a big rifle with a rotating disk on the muzzle, he fires a couple of grenades (but no tear gas) and the gang guy retreats farther back until he hides in the second chamber of a fire-proof water pressure chamber, and I (first person now) think, turn the chamber on and kill him, but the bald man makes him come out and surrender, I take the gang guy's machine gun, and it's not loaded,(details of gun metal) and is marked with a "break here" line on the breech

the bald man tells him to sit down, and goes into the chamber to check it out, I get some ammo from him before he goes in, but it doesn't fit the clip I popped out of the gun, then I look at the gang guy, and he has a revolver, and I don't know if it's loaded or not, so I tell him to drop it, but he won't, then I insist that he drop it, but he doesn't, so I put my note book on his face, and beat him with the machine gun, until the gun shatters, saying, "MTHRFCKR ! ! !" and the bald man comes out and checks on the guy, and the guy's dead, he says, "Damn I just wanted him knocked out!" and I says sorry, but I didn't know if his gun was loaded

then I says, well the fibers from the notebook will be hard to trace, but we left plenty of fingerprints, he says, well the owners of the lab will have a cleaner place when they come in, after we wipe the place clean of prints, then I hear footsteps and voices and say no time com'on let's go, and I open the window, but it's three stories up. so we go downstairs and jump out of the second story window, he gives me a box with $50,000 of loot stashed with other stuff

after I climb a wall there's this guard that answers a phone, but I calmly and slowly walk away, even though I suspect that he was checking on the reported burglary, and hoped they wouldn't tell him about the body so he would stop me, and I walk away

I was walking down the street with an open box, and some white Arabs accosted me, trying to see what was in the box, so I go into this small cluttered Arab store to get away from them, and the shopkeeper says there is a back door, and I say I want the basement door, but to stall for time, I ask him if he has an article to sell, he says yes, for $50, and gives me a shoebox that I check, and after sorting through it, find a silver leaf on a chain with India embossed on it, I say no, and he gives me one with the world embossed on it, and I still refuse, and I turn around and this pegboard has other necklaces and chains on it, with assorted crystals and doodads on it, but before I could check them out, I started to wake up, and I thought, "Damn, I'm waking up ! ? ! ? ! !"

There you have it, my all time favorite lucid dream.

James

on Monday, September 08, 2003 Keelin posted:

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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?

I tried that all the time when I was a child.

James

In 1977 I had a lucid dream that at the time I just viewed as entertainment, I now think that the Universe, or Prime Infinity if you will, was attempting to contact me. I never forgot that dream, and wrote a story about it. I only finished the story now in 2005, 28 years later. I used the motifs from other lucid dreams, but the main images and action, though greatly toned down are from that dream. It seems that only now I have the words to describe what was happening. I call it: Another Tale of the Dragon, the Final Saga

The bone chilling scream split the warm summer night in two. I was sipping My fourth cup when I heard it. I slid off the seat and onto my feet, the cool handle already in my hand. "Damn!" I thought, "Here it comes!" Slipping out the door I could feel the eyes of the cook on me, she had Become suspicious after the third cup. The warm night air reached my nostrils with the subtle odor of the city. There they were! Across the street three men were struggling with my contact, trying to get her into a car. "Hold it!" I yelled, as I dashed behind the car parked in front of mine. "Sht, trouble," one of them said, his voice carrying in the air, "Come on!" Quickly the struggle ended as my contact was half dragged, half pushed into the back seat of the car, which took off like a shot, tires squealing and doors slamming on the move. It seemed to take ages to get my keys. I had left the door unlocked, and With gun in pocket I took off. The taillights were a favorite pattern of mine, no trouble to recognize from a distance. They turned a corner and I gave them a good nighttime lead, then stuck on their tail. Traffic wasn't heavy and I didn't lose them. My contact told me to expect trouble, and here it was. I had brought four full clips and a box of shells for my 9mm. In the trunk I had put a shot gun, just to be on the safe side, for those creeps that play for keeps. I'm glad I did, with that came three boxes of shells and a flare gun, and my cell phone has one button 911! Up to the water front they went, and stopped next to a big black sedan. I stopped behind a car that I hoped was a safe distance away. Good, they had taken no notice. Staying low to the ground, I climbed out of my car and opened the trunk. I poured some shells into my pocket and took my shot gun-- I was ready. Parked trucks giving me cover, I slipped up to them. Three were eight of them with my contact, two of them had her off to the side, and an animated discussion was being pursued. The other six were at the far end, with the two cars between them and the hushed talking. I was far from their minds crawling underneath the big rigs. I had my shoulder right up against a wall, with a rig right in front of me, and I took a deep breath. "I said hold it!" With shot gun at ready, I bellowed, whipping around the corner firing two shots over their heads. There was an appropriate scramble as they were ducking for cover, while my contact headed straight for me. Two more shots kept heads down as she reached me. "Oh my goodness, that was close," she said to me breathlessly. "I'm parked right down the street," I hissed to her, "Get Going!" "OK," she said, and ran crouching down the sidewalk. "Stay put damn-it," I cried, as one more round roared into the night. I followed her, with only one sharp crack in answer behind me. Both of us in my car, I started it up, slammed it into reverse and spun it around, then made tracks. With no lights, I cut two corners and pulled into a parking lot, shutting off the engine. "Get down," I said, and we ducked. Three minutes, five, seven, safe. "All right," I said after a deep breath. "Here's the trouble you predicted. What are we going to do next?" She directed me to a project's steam house. This whole affair was over a priceless Egyptian artifact, what we were doing here escaped me, but I followed her into the building with only the 9mm. Machinery throbbed around us as we headed for the back of the building, and then down some steep metal stairs. At the bottom was a dirt floor. Overhead, plumbing and machinery surrounded us. In a clear area on the floor there was a manhole cover that stated to glow with a faint blue light when we approached it. She had been unwrapping a velvet bundle. "What the Hell is that?" I asked. "What the Hell indeed." Said a voice above us, as six armed men with dark glasses on, broke from the shadows, and two men came down the stairs. "It seems as if we have found what we were looking for." "Put it on," she whispered to me, as she handed me a gold ring with a large scarab on it. "Yes, put it on," said the man who had been doing the talking, "And touch it to middle of that cover." I put the ring on, and the cover flashed a blinding blue. When the glow faded, the cover now had hieroglyphs embossed in it, with a scarab shaped depression in the middle. I fitted the ring into the cover, there was a click, and they started to glow red, but there was no heat. As I stood up, I was frisked and relieved of my 9mm. Meanwhile the cover had started to unscrew all by itself. "Me and you my friend," said the talker to me. To the others he said, "Lift that lid." Three of the armed henchmen bent over and seized the cover and strained to Lift it. Then suddenly it gave way with a thunder, throwing the lid over to one side. Black flames burst out, rising nine feet into the air before they cleared. "Jesus Christ!" I said as I leaped backwards, bumping into hands that grabbed me. "Holy Sht!" cried another voice. "Calm down," said the talker. Then to me, "She has chosen well I see, you're the perfect man for the job!" "That ring only works for certain genetic types, you should be proud of your heritage. Your line can be traced to the ancient noble Egyptians. Now jump!" Into the pit I jumped followed by someone that I didn't notice who it was. The drop was about 7 feet, the area was made of a cobblestone covered by a glowing blue moss, and stretched into the distance with no walls in sight. I started running. In front of me, to the right, it seemed as if the moss had a lane where the glow was dimmer. Meanwhile the ring tugged at my finger as if it would fly on its own if I Let it go, and it tugged to the right. Having no where else to go at this point, to the right I went. The sound of my feet was muffled by the moss. The ring pulled with an urgency that was quite frightening. Up ahead, there was a dark round patch that grew into another manhole lid. In the center of that was another indentation. "Well, how scared are you?" I turned around, and it was the man who had done all of the talking, but he was unarmed now. "We have entered the wells of Thoth!" he exclaimed. "Throughout the ages, men have searched for the secret of true mystical might! Some who reach this far do not survive! Some never reach anywhere close, and still die not knowing how much blood they wasted in a vain attempt at trying to reach the light of the moon-- And here we are !! There's no turning back now my friend, we must go down or perish where we are! I'm sure that at least you would like this mystery solved my friend, and the solution is in that well!" I believed him. The ring alone was enough to convince me, let alone where We were! So in answer, I placed the ring in the depression. This time after the click, they started to glow greenish-white. And as the cover turned, there was a sound just at the threshold of hearing. It was a deep sound that was almost felt more than heard, behind it seemed an implied threat to any who would dare to tamper with the unknown of the Cosmos, someone like myself. And it happened! The lid burst up with green flames, and the sound Increased to painful pressure. We backed away from the well and the sound became louder still. Then the source of the sound emerged from the well! It was a dragon! This lizard was huge and I mean it! It had scales that were metallic blue-green, red whiskers and needle sharp teeth in a head the size of a large tiger's. And it looked hungry to me! I could understand now! The sound was the roar of the dragon. It pulled its feet out of the well and started to lift its body up. The ring had my fist tingling like an electrical charge was building, and it pulled to the dragon like iron to a powerful magnet. Charges were building! A high pitched tone started to clash with the low roar of the dragon, and I knew it was the ring. So I pointed my fist towards the climbing reptilian beast. There was a spark! The discharge exploded the head of the dragon, and the body just consumed itself in the green flame. The well was now clear. I jumped down unmindful of my "buddy." I was going to be first whatever happened, and if I went, maybe the ring would go with me, or why else would I be here? This time the drop was about ten feet, my legs throbbed a bit, and my soles smarted as I landed. It was pitch black and I was apprehensive. The ring continued to give off a green light and a tug, so off I went. I could see the floor for a pretty fair distance around me, it was flat stone tiles as near as I could guess, and as I ran, hieroglyphs appeared to be carved into the stone, and they were covered with some kind of glaze. The glaze colored most of the glyphs, but there were some spots that were clear. The pathway this time was a line of men that had the head of some kind of bird with a long curved beak. They were almost life sized, carved into the floor, flanked by smaller glyphs on either side. It was easier to follow this path to the well, I left my "buddy" far behind. When I reached the well, I didn't hesitate to insert the ring. This one was made of smooth stone, and just quietly started to revolve. I stepped back and waited. Soon a cinnamon smoke odor reached my nostrils, then the lid gently flipped open. A normal looking fire filled the opening, and the odor of cinnamon filled my mind as well as my lungs. Slowly white smoke billowed from the well, and a shape emerged cloaked in its thickness. I backed up again, the ring at ready. The smoke rushed at me, and I pointed the ring at the figure. An invisible bubble seemed to surround me, and the smoke pushed up against it as it flowed around me. I could feel a rubbery hardness pressing the front of my body, though nothing was there. It cut off my breath for what was a long moment for me, then the smoke cleared. I stood facing the Sphinx! We looked at each other eye to eye, and again my mind filled with cinnamon smoke. I pointed my ring at it, and it didn't budge. Nothing seemed to happen except that my head wanted to explode into cinnamon. It took one massive step forward. My head wanted to disintegrate. And then with a soft pop, the Sphinx evaporated... This time when I jumped into the well, I could immediately feel something different. I was strongly aware of the awe of my very own life/death. It was mixed with a powerful sense of sublime bliss and reverence, and of my own unworthiness. The emotions were so overwhelming that I fell to my knees, for the moment unable to move. This is what I was here for of course, so I forced myself to my feet. With my mind reeling, and my vision blurred with gushing tears, I staggered in the direction that the ring was tugging, each unsteady step taking a mighty effort. After a while, with time losing its meaning to me, I now felt irresistibly drawn forward. So forward I went. Step by step I fought the emotions that washed over me. As powerful as these emotions were, I wanted to know what the end of this process was. Why was I here? What was going on? The answers lie straight ahead. I felt more than saw my destination as I approached it. It was a simple stone altar. All of the emanations came from it, or rather from a crystal ball that rested on it. This was what was pulling me to it. I seized the crystal and all that I felt, all of my life itself, was now concentrated in this very object that I held in my hands. There was only one thing to do, and I did it! I raised the crystal up with both hands, and hurled it down, shattering it on the floor! These indeed were strange goings on for our hero. When he shattered the crystal, his entire being was shattered also. He felt himself torn away from his body on Earth, and rise up towards the sun itself. Away from his mundane existence, there was a new life awaiting him. Into the heart of the star he went, becoming one with it, becoming something more extraordinary than will ever be the fate for other humans. As he rejoiced in his new status, he felt something else, something more ominous. He felt hungry. What would a star eat? Why other stars of course. His decision made, he left his position as it were and took off to find another star to eat. He released all of the planets and other flotsam that orbited him from his gravitational influence, and left them behind. As he traveled away, the Earth's atmosphere froze solid, now devoid of the life giving energy it once had. He searched until he found a suitable candidate, and consumed it. With this new input he grew larger and stronger, but in the end, he hungered again. Once more he moved through the interstellar distances to find more food. Once more he found a likely star and ravaged it. Once more he grew larger and stronger. Once more, he was unsatisfied. Again and again this happened to him, he was a rogue star out of control. Larger and larger he grew, like an interstellar Pacman; he consumed stars one after another, with no end in sight. Finally it happened. He had grown so large after his last meal, he couldn't hold himself together. He went supernova. Now, now, he found peace. After lighting up the entire galaxy, his consciousness became one with the entire universe. He had no focal point anymore, he was just aware of everything at once. If he tried, he could perceive all of the galaxies at once as tiny specks of his existence, but it was just as blissful to just know that he was alive and conscious, totally idyllic.

And so believe it or not, it begins-- my interface with reality itself.

James