My True Essence

Two magnificent lucid dreams by Shelli, a member of Deep Dreaming:

August 23, 2013: G/C with nicotine after melatonin. (At parents’ house)

Lay awake for a while at WBTB. I notice my astral body moving a lot and then OBE. I leave the bedroom and go out the window. I go down and my plan is to do healing on a new area of concern. There is water there (in Waking Reality there is a lawn).

I go down to the water. As I scoop up a bit of water, it turns a healing green and I put it to the area and absorb it into my body. The area feels warm. I allow this for a short time. I then let the Lucid Dream just happen. I go under the water, at first forgetting I can breathe, but then recall that I can and do. I am under water for some time.

I then shoot into space very quickly. I travel for a long time, seeing stars and galaxies fly by. Even at such speed, it is very relaxing .

I return to Earth and then start to go through it. I get closer to the core and can see it getting brighter. I have my arms extended above my head as I go further, and startle as my hands get hot as I see the molten core (which isn’t as bright as other trips through it). Again I realize it will not hurt me and I continue to go through it.

I return to my parents’ house. Kent is there, watching TV in a basement. It is very late at night. D comes in and starts to make fun of Kent, as he may be a bit drunk. He rolls him off the bed. Hubby then comes in and we get into bed. We start talking to D and I begin flying around the room. Hubby looks up at me and says, “Oh! You’ve taken your pill!” He seems to realize that I am Lucid Dreaming. K is beside the bed and hubby and D lift the bed to partially trap K under it and we laugh.

I go outside and see a lake and dive in. It is quite muddy but I go in and through the mud, again realizing that I can still breathe. This goes on for a short while, then I go into space again. This time I see “stuff” as well as stars and galaxies. I catch what looks to be a brown leather ball that is open and hold it as I fly. I then see a planet to my left and think I should go there, but I continue past it. I also go through space dirt, left overs of comet dust and asteroids, but do not get hurt.

At some point I feel someone holding my left hand as I continue to fly. I am told it is Jesus somehow. (As I have already admitted elsewhere, I am not religious but spiritual, but I allow this to continue to happen). This trip through space goes on for a very long time. I see less stars and galaxies as I start to get to the outer part of the known universe. I start to think I’m going to the edge and wonder what I’ll see there. I start to get excited, then wake.

Dream Notes:

So – I have an area that I want to heal.  Time will tell, but I may try this again. And as I said, I am NOT a religious person, but am quite spiritual – I think Jesus probably did live, and was able to use more of his brain, or was much more advanced than most humans were (and are), and was able to do “miraculous” things.  Maybe he was also offering healing to me as well…

September 1, 2013 

Lots of sleep deprivation lucids and other dreams, but only posting the “more meaningful” ones here   G/C with nicotine after melatonin.

OBE: I say, “I want to see my true essence.” I zoom into space, flying fast through the cosmos. Every now and then, I see a wisp of bright blue cloud and sometimes go through it. I keep repeating my request. Is this my true essence? I keep going seeing the cloud, stars, galaxies for a long time. I start to feel confident that the cloud really is my true essence. I wake. I feel all tingly, then like I will OBE again so allow it.

OBE: I feel like I am suspended upside down on my bed at my brother’s, and then go head first. I feel like I am going through the earth, but then I see stars again.

I decide I want to see my inner self and say so. I just keep going. I repeat the intent several times, but see stars and galaxies only.

I then see a dark planet and recall Dr. T suggesting I visit, so I do. I land on it. It seems more like our moon, dark and rocky/dusty. I walk on it, and put my hands in the dust to hold onto the dream. I do this for a while as I keep walking, then start to notice pools of liquid as well. I marvel there is liquid, possibly water, on this moon-like planet, but  then wake.

Dream Notes:

I had a lot of False Awakenings where I recorded my dreams. I also suffered again from lack of sleep. Probably some travel-induced LDs and sleeping in a different place also contributed to this extensive night. I feel there were at least 4 dreams and maybe another OBE…

Key to Lucidity?!

My brother, Mario, had his first full-fledged lucid dream!

May 13, 2013

I walked up a flight of stairs knowing I was a character in a sitcom arriving at a new apartment. At the top of the flight of stairs, I could see inside and could tell it was a very nice apartment with large windows facing trees and with a large dining room table close to the door.
Business man holding keyI reached in my pocket for the key, and when I looked at it I saw that it was my real house key. At that moment, when I remembered my waking life home, it dawned on me that I was dreaming! I quickly looked at my hands excitedly and went into the apartment thinking ‘this is so awesome!!..to be awake while my body is asleep.’ But I wasn’t used to being aware of myself in a dream, and I started to worry that in this dream world I was a sitcom character but didn’t know anything about the character, because I was only aware of my waking self now. I was worried about how I would play the correct role with the other characters. I walked into a room where there was a baby sitter with a child and I had to make like I knew them, and I think in this worrying about playing the correct role for the sitcom I lost awareness of being dreaming. The dream became so ordinary that by the time I woke up I wondered if I had really had a lucid dream or whether I had just dreamed about having a lucid dream. But that brief sense of being conscious while dreaming felt so memorable and striking that I felt that it well could be a baby step in dreaming lucidly.

Dream Notes: Something illuminating for me was that in the dream I was supposed to be a certain character, in a sitcom, and after I became aware that it was a dream character, I believed that I was still supposed to fit into that role rather than act as a character with a meta-awareness of a reality outside the dream. Identifying with the dream character and with trying to play the correct role led to a loss of that meta-awareness. This is I think too what can happen in life, identifying, naturally, with being a certain character, with a certain role, which may likewise be a dream character, a dream role and there is a mysterious meta-awareness beyond these dream roles of which we only have inklings. I think the startling sense of waking in a dream instills that sense or premonition that this is true and dislodges the sense of self as being a certain character with a set of well-defined, finite traits and corporeal boundaries. It dislodges the lingering notion that logic holds the key to ultimate knowledge.

Two Earths

My Dream Partner, James, (referred to as X in my previously posted dreams) had this magnificent dream on April 6, 2013:

I am on the couch trying to sleep when I decide to peek at the time. All I see is the number “3”. Nothing else. I quickly conclude I am dreaming. I roll over, but as is often the case during my first lucid of the evening, my perceived motor control sucks. I flounder around, trying to relax and pick myself up. I eventually do. As I walk toward the kitchen, however, an invisible force pulls me back toward the couch. I can’t break free of it and decide to use my hand to shoot an equally invisible magical beam to cut through it. This seems to work for a moment or two, but as I head back to the kitchen this force is now much stronger and has an elastic attribute to it. The further I move from the couch, the more extreme the force. I grab it, and while invisible it most certainly has mass and texture to it. I bunch it up and cut through it with my teeth, resolving this problem once and for all.

I close my eyes and feel my way over to the wall where I hope to find the tree door. But when I reach the wall, I feel around and nothing unusual is there. I open my eyes. Okay, might was well go through the wall as I am here now. I soften it and enter. But I find myself in nothing more than a nebulous void space. I have to do something, so I decide to imagine a stairway going down. I reach for the sides, expecting banisters heading downward and, indeed, that is what I feel and find. This stairway is heading down a modest sized tunnel constructed of grey cinder blocks, creating an arched shaft into the Earth. I walk down for what seems like a very long time, wondering what I will find at the bottom this time. When I get there, the scene opens up to a curving cobblestone street lined with small shops. The visuals have not fully reset and are grainy, for lack of a better way to describe it. I walk around for a bit, peering into shops, wondering where I am. The scene itself has a very Italian feel to. I wake (FA – False Awakening).

I am back on the couch in an odd curled position with a laptop sitting on one of the odiments. This does not immediately strike me as unusual. I hear footsteps coming down and I get mad that A must have woken early, as she went to bed around 7:30 last night. Now she is going to ruin my chances for any more lucids. I see her round the corner of the Library and get up to meet her to tell her to go back to bed. But when I reach her, the house has changed some; the layout is still the same, but the rooms are much bigger and less cluttered. When I meet this person, it is not my daughter. Rather it is a small naked boy. He has my brother’s face, at around 7-8 years old, but as I look down, he has the body of a very small man, lean and muscular. I ask him “Who are you?” He replies with some unremarkable answer that I don’t recall precisely now. I decide to just exit the house.

Once outside, I find myself in a dark, late night scene. I leap in the air and within moments project high into the sky, the speed and sensation of which is almost dizzying. I first admire the sky as it is dense with beautiful bright stars. I then look back down. The scene is surprisingly dark, and a bit more rural than my actual neighborhood. It is too dark to make out major details of what is below me. So I follow my instincts and just enjoy some flying. Lots of twists and turns, slight dive bombs, etc. I enjoy the very realistic sensation of wind on my face, positioned and timed perfectly with my various flying maneuvers. Having enjoyed some nice flying, I wonder to myself what might be next. An interesting idea strikes me. I look up into the starry night, and pose a simple request to the dream space. “Show me something important to Maria and I.” Within moments, I shoot up further and further into the night sky, losing all perspective of the Earth and my relative position in space. Before long, I am floating in the black, starry void that is outer space. I have no idea where I am, but the scene itself is not fully 3-D. Perhaps I am having a hard time acclimating to this unusual set of visuals.

After a short while, and for no discernible reason, the scene becomes fully 3-D. I have the very realistic sense of just floating through space. The scene pans and the Earth comes into view. The oceans are a beautifully rich blue, the land masses look well defined and completely realistic. Random and large patches of cloud cover adds a richness to the scene. It is a beautiful picture. As the scene continues to pan, I get a view of the sun. Everything stops for a brief moment. I think to myself, “Oh, the something important to Maria and I is the sun, the golden disc that was vital to the belief system of Ancient Egypt.” As the scene begins to pan once again in the same direction as before, I am given a view of the opposite side of the sun. I soon hone in on another planet, but it turns out that the entire scene is one apparent mirror image, because this new planet is the Earth once again. It has the same overall look as before. Hovering several million miles above the Earth, I am just in awe of how alive it is, how beautiful. But as I stop to appreciate this scene some more, I begin to fall, directly toward the Earth. The Earth is rotating in it’s usual manner west to east, but rather quickly. As I approach it my first thought is whether it’s going to hurt when I land. But as I get closer and closer my next thought is, “Where the hell am I going to land?” My question is quickly answered as I approach and crash into a point along the eastern most portion of Brazil. I wake.