October 2014 - Monthly Meeting Place - Share Your Best Lucid For The Month Share Your Best Lucid For The Month Here, And Which Award You Think It's Worthy Of (This idea was inspired by reading DrTech's incredible lucid where he sent healing energy to his dog, which we'll share below. Thanks DrTech!)
DrTech's Lucid From 10/2/14:
Sending Love and Energy to Sasha (DILD)
It’s fairly late at night and I am walking from the kitchen to the library. Outside, I notice a fair amount of snow, and someone with a snow shovel in front of the mailbox area. He is apparently clearing a nice clean line in front of the mailbox so the mail truck can easily pull up. But I am put off as to why someone other than myself would take responsibility for this. I almost consider it to be infringing on my domain, as it were. Regardless, this guy finishes up his work and walks away into the poorly lit street. I then realize I have a shovel in my hand and there is no reason to carry it around. I decide to walk back to the TV room and place it down. I then re-trace my steps toward the front. It finally dawns on me … the oddity of this scene. It makes no sense. I realize that I’m dreaming.
I immediately remember the goal I had locked in for this evening. A very pointed goal. I call over for Sasha and she jogs over. I kneel down, then sit on the floor next to her while she remains on all fours. I let my emotions for her come forth, and express themselves. I simply try to project love and health and energy her way. I embrace her. Within moments, I feel some vibrations about my chest. Then without trying per say, I feel three repetitive jolts of energy flow from my chest into Sasha. Then they cease. I feel satisfied that I’ve accomplished what I plan to do and then stand. I tell the dog to wait here while I carry on. I leave the house via the front door and leap in the air.
I use my hands to push down air and rise higher and higher. But is often the case, I level out at about 100 feet or so. I look up to the stars and try to further levitate toward them. Having a target in mind helps, but only for a while. Regardless, I’m a few hundred feet in the air now and decide to lie on my back and backstroke through the evening sky. As always, my night flying is wonderfully blissful. I feel free and timeless. Before too long, I fly up to a huge star. But upon further inspection it’s not a star at all. It’s just a bright ball in the sky, about the size of a basketball. I reach out and try to touch it, but this causes me to lose this dream and my lucid.