Note: I am now waiting up to 4 months before posting my lucid dreams. This means I am always approximately 20 lucid dreams behind.
October 25, 2013
At least four different instances of full body vibrations. During, and after, the first occurrence, no hypnagogic imagery at all. It was accompanied by the muted but all pervasive sound of people speaking all around my bed, far away and yet very close at the same time. At some point, after another series of vibrations, I’m aware of floating in void space listening to fragments or snippets of life I pick up for a few moments, a conversation, the sound of a radio, etc. before they are replaced by other audio collages. I am surrounded by sentient life as my body sleeps and my mind travels through void space.
I somehow end up pulling my awareness into a washed out hypnagogic scene of the interior of a dimly lit, run down wooden building. Suddenly, directly before me, I clearly distinguish the back of a young man’s neck and his bare left shoulder. His pale skin is marred by a couple of light red marks, maybe acne. I will myself closer to it, leaning over him like a vampire wanting to bite his neck so I can pull myself into the dream scene. The intent is enough to fully root me in this empty elevator lobby. I’m alone with two sexy and shirtless young men. One has short light-hair the other short dark-hair. I have no other thought than to be with them, and they’re clearly into the idea as well. They laugh when they each try to kiss my same nipple. I feel perfectly comfortable with them and deliciously aroused by their lean young bodies. We stride purposefully into the elevator. It begins descending and is moving too fast for my taste because I like it in here with them. I say, “Can we stop this?” One of the guys looks at me questioningly, like he thinks we shouldn’t do it because the red button is for emergencies only. He seems to want to know why we should stop the elevator and I reply with impatient affection, “Because this is a dream” as I push the STOP button. The elevator comes to a halt and we all move closer to each other. I’m fully conscious of behaving like a lucid Cougar, and I love it. Unfortunately, I soon lose the dream. I seem to flow from the dream into a mentally conscious state as my body remains asleep, which leads to another series of vibrations.
WILD: Cougar Action 2
More full body vibrations, during which I ride more washed out hypnagogic imagery into a room that might be the bottom floor of the building I was just in. There is a long narrow table in a corridor where I get the sense of some IASD people sitting around. By sheer force of will, I begin walking down an adjoining hallway. I can sense that somewhere in this building is one of the young men I was with earlier, and that’s what I’m still interested in. I follow my instincts and turn into an empty room. I can feel he’s close. I open a closet door that has no knob, and there he is, his chest still bare over dark jeans. He readily steps out, looking as pleased to see me again as I am to see him. We move to the middle of the room where I lay back across the floor and he kneels over me. I’m really turned on, but we’re still partially clothed. I say, “You know, I’m risking waking up by doing this” because as the sexual pleasure intensifies, I will undoubtedly lose the dream. But we don’t stop, and as I find myself sitting on his lap, face-to-face, I notice that his appearance has changed. He is no longer firm and slender; he’s much heavier built and seems like another person altogether. I’m not aroused by him now, and it no longer feels worth blowing a lucid dream to have sex. As I consider leaving, I once again flow from the dream into a mentally conscious state that leads to more vibrations.
WILD: Chariot of the Sun
More full body vibrations. This time I follow a white dog through washed out black-and-white hypnagogic visuals. I keep my eyes on it, my awareness following it as it moves from left to right. It walks up the steps of a balcony as the scene becomes clearer and sharper. I first become aware of colors below the balcony in the form of a large dark-blue chaise lounge which abruptly seems to age decades in the blink of an eye. I float along, gradually ascending and cruising leisurely over a very sunny and pleasing outdoor scene furnished with wooden tables and reclining chairs. The sunlight is very bright, the colors vivid, the air almost looks warm, and I sense a large body of water beyond a green slope adjoining the terrace. I continue riding the hypnagogic wave as it makes a sharp clockwise turn, and then I fully enter the dream by turning away from a view of the water (which may be a river) and gripping the edges of the small wooden “chariot” I’m riding in. It is being flown by a young boy who sits or stands in a smaller section fronting my compartment. I admire the scene below us for a few more moments, the clean white flagstones and buildings highlighted with darkly bright colors, before turning my full attention to the boy. I remember his hair is orange-blonde, and I even seem to recall some freckles on his pale skin. I declare, “And I don’t even have to fly because I have someone for that! Thank you!” He smiles without looking back at me, and explains to me how the “vehicle” works. He says, “When you’re using the sun’s gravity, you’re there in an instant.” I lean forward to better hear him, because though he speaks clearly, the “wind” of our flight threatens to snatch his words away. I ask him to elaborate on how our little chariot is propelled and navigated, and he says something about the sun again. He wants to know if I understand him, and I admit, “Not really. You live in a more advanced world than I do.”
We fly into a partially enclosed structure, and I sense that beyond wooden geometric beams and columns, it opens and leads up and up all the way to where my Guides are. I ask him something to the effect of, “Where are you taking me? Are you taking me to see my Guide?” I have the strong impression he could do so. At this point our communication becomes more telepathic as I feel him understanding what I’m thinking and hoping—that I want, need to see my Guide. He communicates to me what my Guide has apparently told him—that I am the one moving forward so swiftly, that I am the one with the power. His words compliment how I feel—incredibly happy and encouraged by this dream, by the invisible presence of my Guides somewhere up “there” directly on the path I’m on. I seem to grasp that I have “the power” because physical matter reality is where things get constructed; where important projects are initiated and worked on. I ask, “What’s your name?” and when, smiling broadly, he replies “Bo” I laugh and say, “Oh yeah, like Joe. I see.” (He seems to know I went to bed wishing to meet with one of my Guides who I chose to name Joe because of a story I wrote when I was 14 years old). Then he clearly tells me that his name is, “Tobias.” I ask, “Are we related?” and he replies, still grinning, “Of course not!” I pat him affectionately on his right shoulder. “You’re teasing me, Tobias!”
We continue flying deeper into the building and he still seems to be teasing me when he says, “Oh-oh, you have a problem here” as we suddenly “crash” gently against a white counter, straddling it. There is nothing left of our “chariot” except a white structure I distinctly perceive as being shaped like the bottom half of a bee. I leap off the other side of the counter and begin flying away, belatedly calling back to Tobias, “Can you fly?” He replies, “Nope.” I turn back. “Okay,” I sigh, and we begin walking as one of us remarks on how these things happen in lucid dreams. He has never stopped smiling broadly at me. Walking along a corridor with a long window, through which light slants as though between blinds, I begin going over what he said to me earlier so I don’t forget it. “Okay, you said…” Repeating his words as exactly as possible, I phase out of the dream.
This is the second lucid dream in which a vehicle has been shaped like, or somehow related, to a bee. Bees navigate by the sun, one reason they were symbols of royalty in ancient Egypt. Like a bee, this vehicle flew. (In anther of my lucid dreams Looking For the Mansion it was a taxi that skimmed the surface of the water like a firefly.) The chariot evoked an ancient Egyptian chariot. The white walls of the buildings, the references to the sun’s power, wooden tables and furniture on which to recline/relax, the bright sunlight and dark but vivid colors, the warmth of the air, a large body of water that might have been a river—these could all be used to describe ancient Egypt. The city we know as Cairo now was originally called White Wall. The passage of time is also indicated by how the chaise lounge, blue as the Nile, aged as I looked at it. These past few days I have been thinking that I don’t want to go back to ancient Egypt as much as I desire to go forward to a future when all that was wise and beautiful about this culture is resurrected in a more enlightened world. And because I can conceive of this, it already exists in another dimension of reality, in an alternate timeline, in a parallel universe, whatever you want to call somewhere.
What is very interesting and wonderful for me is the feeling I had that this chariot could lead me straight to my Guides. I have never had a sense of direction when it comes to a higher place in the dream state. This was the first time, and it follows upon my recent lucid Dream Guide Central where I apparently stumbled upon an administrative center for Guides. Guides have played a very important part in my lucid dreaming life, beginning with the first lucid dream I consciously incubated after reading Robert Waggoner’s book and I realized I didn’t just have to wait for them to happen, and that I could do much more than simply fly.
Regarding the two young men, approximately three months later I began experimenting with dream sharing with two men, one light-haired, one dark-haired, who are both much younger than I am in waking reality. One of them introduced me to the other. We have an exciting connection and feel very comfortable with each other in the dream space. This is one reason I have begun waiting nearly 4 months to post my lucid dreams, because at the time I simply dismissed these young men as entertaining dream characters. Now I wonder…
UPDATE February 26, 2014:
My current dream partner, FlowofmySoul, may very well have been one of these young men. When he read this post he said:
“It is interesting that you mentioned a lean body and then a bigger body. Some time ago I was only doing fight training and lots of running, and my body was lean. Then I began thinking that I needed to gain some muscle and started going to the gym for weight training, taking protein shakes and eating more in general. To get more muscle, I needed to be bulky for a while because this is the only way to go. As soon as I get to a desired point, I will cut the calories intake and go for a lot of cardio again to remove the fat. I’m thinking that maybe because all those things were in my head and I knew I was going to get a bit bulky because of upcoming weight training, that maybe I appeared to you in two different ways, one more lean, one bulkier. Did you ever ask the two men their names?”
No, I didn’t ask the two young men their names. At the time, I didn’t really care!:-) This is a subject I am very interested in, the ethics of lucid sex. I behaved badly, I should have asked them their names, but instead I treated them like sexy Dream Characters and nothing more. Shame on me! I should have asked them their names and if they were other lucid dreamers. That is fascinating what you say about your own body going from lean to bigger because I was sure I had found the same young man from earlier but he was a bit bulkier. What you say here reinforces my feeling that I did indeed meet up with you in the dream space before we met in waking reality.