I am now waiting 9 months before posting my lucid dreams, which means I am approximately 50 lucid dreams behind.
For some time, drifting through hypnagogic scenes, I suddenly find myself in what feels like the hotel room in which we’re staying in waking reality. I’m sitting at a round table that isn’t really there, and scattered before me on the wooden surface are a handful of sunflower sprouts. They have a life of their own, and watching them gather together prompts me to stand up, and bend over to study their configuration. I lean on the table with both hands as I do so, which has the effect of pulling me into the dream. I immediately turn toward the windows, wanting to fulfill my intent to go find my brother, but instead I flop down across the table like a beached mermaid; the dream’s gravity feels a lot like deep water it’s a serious struggle to stand up in. I manage to right myself, but lose all visuals.
Floating in an orange-yellow void space, I raise my hands into prayer position and say, “I’m sorry for all my weaknesses, but proud of my strengths” and suddenly faces begin forming a few feet before me, which I see very clearly. They are all male, and perhaps two or three different countenances, with the final one being the most distinct. American Indian or Tibetan in appearance, the face grins at me in a way that makes me feel it represents some of my most insidious character flaws.
In waking reality, my husband shifts his position in bed, rousing me, but my awareness holds on to the dream space, and I enter void space again, which is gray now. Thinking about a technique Sean, one of my dream partners, sometimes employs, I raise my right hand and try to draw/form a portal to my brother’s house. A cloudy white oval outline appears in the air, but nothing really happens…
I find myself walking outside the hotel, which doesn’t look as it does in waking reality. The back of the building is close to the ocean and I see, not far off, a large white ship flanked by smaller and somewhat darker vessels that seem part of an entourage helping their much larger counterpart move toward shore. The great vessel is surrounded by a silvery golden light that shines so brightly, I can barely see the ship’s masts…
A dark-haired woman is preceding me, running down a corridor that looks and feels like it may be inside a very large ship or a submarine. I chase after her, and literally run myself into a lucid dream. My guide leads me to a blue metal hatch-like door, then racing away to my left, yells encouragements back at me, one of which I clearly remember: “You’ll find him!” I know for a fact that she deliberately helped me become lucid, and I reply faintly, not quite able to speak yet, “Thank you” hoping she heard me even as I wonder who she is. I’m inclined to go after her, but she’s already run off, and I have a lucid dream to attend to. I open the blue hatch door, but still finding myself deep inside this dream ship, I think—No! No! No! and begin flying up and up, determined to reach open sky. I merely succeed in entering void space, where I begin calling, almost chanting, my brother’s name over and over again. To my dream ears, I sound like a human bird chirping. I try the portal-forming method again, which again doesn’t seem to work. Or perhaps it does, because I abruptly find myself outside.
The lighting is reminiscent of just after sunrise or just before sunset, and I’m drifting along just above a white woodland path. I begin calling my brother’s name again and immediately, a few yards before and below me, I see an amazing sight: A large and beautiful male deer has its teeth sunk into the neck of a huge wild boar. Instantly, I know my brother’s soul will win its battle with “dark” forces just as this deer, hunted by boars, has gone against the laws of nature and triumphed, for the Spirit transcends all physical and mental limitations. I recognize this dream scene as being all about my brother, and that it’s a very good sign. I keep on calling his name, but almost playfully now, interspersing it with remarks like, “I’m here!” as I continue drifting through this pristine woodland, which I describe to him: “It’s beautiful here…” and so on, all the time speaking Spanish, in which language I conclude, “La palabra secreta es árbol” (“The secret word is tree.”) Suddenly, I notice a large and lovely tiger following me down the path. Not knowing if it’s hostile or not, I rise a little higher into the air and, pointing down at it, direct a soft pink mist of calming energy toward it. I almost feel I should interact with the magnificent creature, but choose not to.
I do a sort of U-turn, and effectively land near the structure I had noticed to the left of the woodland. People are milling around in the clear, lovely daylight. The atmosphere is relaxed, as if everyone is either a tourist, or a local out for the day. I cry, “Igor, Igor! Sean Dabbs, Sean Dabbs!” and when a man responds, I land beside him. He is one of a small group of about four people standing beside a white wall that is part of the building, and adjoins a ramp or staircase (not visible from this angle) leading up to the entrance. I ask, “Sean Dabbs?” because it looks and feels like him, but although he looks straight at me, he doesn’t respond. As I turn away, a woman walks up to me who says she would happily be Sean Dabbs for me, almost as though she’s coming onto me. I climb over the wall away from her, and start toward the entrance of the white structure—a very tall tower that feels foreign. I can see people inside the shadowy entrance court walking up and down steps, but I don’t want to get trapped inside, so I turn around. I try opening a portal again to my brother’s apartment, which is only a few miles away in waking reality, but that doesn’t work. I then suffer a false awakening in which I’m sitting across a desk from my sister. I tell her I just has a lucid dream as I pull open a drawer full of old, handwritten notes of mine, looking for paper and pencil to write the dream down. I wake for real.
In my dream it was night time. I was on a bus, and suddenly there was an explosion. A group of us had to get off the bus, and we stood outside a large white building, like some office blocks or something similar. I wonder if you saw me there? Sounds like you managed to find a part of me. As a general rule of thumb, I find that if it feels like the person then it is, or part of them anyway. I was deep in my own dream space that night, so I was probably unaware of anyone observing me as I was following my own story. The white building seemed to be the focal point of my dream. Sounds like you have the same issues I do with portals. I’ve given up on the blasted things!:-)
Becky (Pink Tiger):
Well that is interesting, as I did deep dream last night of you looking for your brother, but it is all very misty. What happened as a result is that I became convinced in my dream that I could dream share with my brother, but knew it would be hard for me to propose this to him, and yet I felt a longing to dream consciously with him. Perhaps I somehow tapped into your dream space when you called out my name, and by seeing you looking for your brother, I began dreaming of drawing my brother in through lucid intention. Oh the wonderful tangles of dreaming! This is why it is always so good to share!
I feel Becky was the tiger I saw following me through the woods when I was searching for my brother, and that I sensed her tuning into my dream space. I instinctively sent a pink energy toward the creature, and Becky’s avatar is Pink Tiger.
The Tower of Dream Characters
I have forgotten the beginning of this dream. The first thing I remember is Mami and I driving back to where it all took place. I pull up, parking in front of one of several white garage doors with brown trims on the bottom. I hit the door with the car, and it swings open a little. The car then begins drifting backward. I floor the brake, but the car won’t stop. I think—Damn it, I should have more control! Then, as the vehicle drifts backward onto a long white pier, I decide to simply go along with it. The day is bright and lovely, and I say to Mami, “Lets go for a drive in the ocean” as I turn the car around, and we dive off the pier.
The ocean is a deep, beautiful, luminous blue, and the car, now a convertible, floats about two feet above the water. Mami cries, “What are you doing, Mari?!” and I reply, “Don’t worry, Mami, this is a dream.” As the car floats along at a good pace, I ask, “Where would you like to go? Maybe we can go find Gerardo” (a dear friend of hers). I doubt it, but its worth a shot, so I begin loudly shouting his name, and waiting a moment or two for a response before shouting it again. The second or third time I call his name, from very far away—in a section of the ocean pleasantly crowded with sail boats—I hear a man’s voice reply. Excited, I shout “Gerardo!” again, and again get a reply. I steer the floating car in that direction, but when I reach the boat from which the voice emanated, there is no one there. At this point, I tell Mami she should wake up now, and I see her drift up into the sky, which is a soft, light-blue, as though it is both water and air. Then she reclines in the sky as though on her bed in waking reality, and I see her murmuring to herself as though she really is just waking up from a dream.
I notice then that the sail boats are deliberately arranged to form one side of a sectioned off area of the water. The other side is formed by the shore, which is crowded with white, pavilion-like booths. Some kind of festival seems to be underway. The sunlight is glorious, and the festival vibe makes me think of Becky, so I start calling out, “Becky! Becky! Sean Dabbs! Sean Dabbs! Igor! Igor!” I am now hovering just above the water, directly between the boats and the shore, and people are looking at me. Everyone seems to be looking at me; my clear, ringing voice has drawn all eyes toward me. Happily, I announce to everyone, “These are all my lucid dreaming friends!”
A female Dream Character says loudly, with strong emotion, “Don’t say that! We don’t like that!” and I get the feeling she speaks for everyone.
I ask, “But why don’t you like it? It’s time you came to terms with the fact that the two worlds are merging. Why do you have a problem with that? Haven’t you seen enough shows about the coming together and merging of the worlds?”
I feel their hostility, even some fear, and definitely a sense of confusion, because their reality is increasingly being being intruded upon by lucid dreamers who often treat them as though they aren’t even real people, dismissively labeling them “Dream Characters”. I now find myself floating in a structure like a massive tower, hovering near the bottom of this great space that rises much higher above me than I can see. The atmosphere is shadowy, and the tower is filled with souls—the curved walls, lined with balcony-like levels, are crowded with people, some of whom appear able to move freely between them. I drift toward the exit, pulled along by an invisible current. As I do so, I open my arms beseechingly, and declare in a loud voice so everyone can hear:
“I just want some training. I feel like a child in a giant’s palace!”
As I hover near the entrance, a woman who is suddenly very close to me says, “But that’s the thing. Some of the rules just don’t seem to make sense. Sometimes the way you do things seems better than the way you’re supposed to do things, and I think, wow, I could have done it that way, just used a ladder or something instead of doing it the approved hard way.” She is apparently talking about navigating what, for me, is the dream space, but which for them is where they live, or at least that’s the very strong impression I receive. Emerging from within the tower, another woman wearing dark-blue clothing drifts up to my other side and remarks, “Hmm, I don´t like the sag there, this might help…” as she begins stroking the bottom of my chin and the sides of my jaw firmly with both hands, as though planning to give me a lucid face lift. This succeeds in distracting me by tempting me with the possibility, and I phase out of the dream.