The Dream Journal Archive

I wanted to give you my recent dream that I thought was lucid but I couldn't get out of it!

I was at my old house where I grew up and my old coworker came up to me and was just looking at me like she was waiting for something. I looked at her and go "you're following me because you want to talk to me. Do you want an apology?" And she says "well. Yeah I do". while this was going on, I was getting ready for work. I had my scrubs on and felt like I needed to leave for work or else I'd be late, but I stopped to talk to my old coworker. At that moment, I realised I was lucid dreaming. I was excited and started laughing. I ran to go find my mother and asked her "you wanna go flying outside?!" And she laughed. (This is a real life joke because when my mother lucid dreams, she always flies). I ran outside to see what I could see. I also tried pushing my hand through my other hand to wake myself up. I said out loud "I need to wake up! I'm in my scrubs but I'm still sleeping which means I have to get ready for work in real life or I'm going to be late! Wake up Gina!!" I'm trying to wake myself up but nothings working.

I end up going into a deeper sleep and forget I'm lucid dreaming. I'm walking through this alley that turns into this huge sketchy warehouse.

I get nervous and try to find my way out and I finally wake up to real life. I Look at the time and realise I'm actually late for work.

Going back to being a young boy, I had gone to sleep when I suddenly became aware that I was "Aware" of being in a dream state.

I was able to float around, and came to the conclusion that I had died, and my first reaction was to try and attempt to alert my parents, so I went into their room to try to rouse them, but I got no reaction from them, so I floated downstairs and went off to a sea shore that isn't too far from where we lived.

I looked out to sea, and became aware of the water starting to become agitated and bubble, as if coming to the boil, then some distance off a white horse rose out of the sea and came towards me, it was a highly stylized horse as you would find in a circus, and it pulled a (Golden?) Chariot.

It came ashore and circled behind me as if to say "Get in", which I did, and from that point was driven into and under the sea.

It was as if I was flying through the universe though.

At this point I seemed to have entered an ordinary dream state.

It's night.

I am alone, walking along a street in my hometown.

I look above.

The sky is cloudy and illuminated by an unusually bright moon. I notice a band of "valkyries" on Pegasi flying above me. They turn in front of me and land on the other side of the road.

As they ride along the road, I see that they are wearing silver armor and some of them have chariots attached to their mounts. Behind the column runs a disorderly group of T-Rex ghosts in different sizes.

I notice one ghost running towards me so I turn around and run home.

I have the strangest dreams! I'm sure you hear that a lot.

I was in a gym, the one I used to work at.

In real life, I was napping when I was supposed to be working from home.

I was walking around the gym and speaking to employees who I work with there, specifically the personal trainer, Chris.

I suddenly realize I am dreaming!

In real life, it's COVID-19, and lucid dreaming is something I have been researching and practicing.

I can feel my legs walking, it's rather floaty, but I worry that in real life, I will be walking around and making noise and my dad will hear me - when I'm supposed to be working. He is only working from home next door...

Anyway, I walk downstairs and outside, and walk up to a dream person.

I go up to the dream-man, an old looking guy, and say 'hey, did you know I'm dreaming? This is a dream?

He ignored me, so I move to the next person. They both just stood there. The next person is a female, similar age to me (early 20s), and feels familiar. She has brown long hair and is bigger, maybe wearing a tracksuit (purple?).

Anyway, I tell her I'm lucid dreaming and she talks to me about it and then she proceeds to give me bits of lined paper which are folded up.

When I open them they detail my future!

I can't remember what most of them said, other than I'd meet a brown hair, brown eyed guy - very handsome, they showed me a picture!

After that, I asked the girl to teach me to lucid dream.

I asked her to go to Salsbury, but she took me back in time to Salsbury when it was horse and carriage and I wanted to see the modern cathedral.

I sat her on a bench and told her this and she told me I had to feel it, and then she, or I, created a modern version of the cathedral - but it was futuristic! It had silver spikes coming out of it.

I'm part of either a heist/escape movie or an actual heist/escape, but myself and two female twins are trying to outrun one specific guy, making our way to our escape vehicle.

As we get there, I become more of an onlooker as the ladies fool this guy into staying on the ground, while the airborne vehicle we want to board takes off.

They tell him to use two fishing poles to hook on to the vehicle and that he can travel along like this. He tries, but quickly realizes the poles won't hold his weight and he can't hold on for hours in the air, so he gives up.

Next "scene" I'm in the vehicle, which looks like a train that can fly. I uncover a floor panel to find one of the twins hiding there.

She gets up and we all look for a place to sit. As we find a place, we settle down and some salesman walks up to us trying to sell us some scraps of useless paper.

Initially I tell him to buzz off, but then realize the papers contain information we need, so we thank him and take all of them.

That's all I remember from this dream.

I'm in a house.

Things do not look quite right, so I do several state checks. They all pass.

I'm pretty sure I'm wide awake and this is waking life.

But I decide to check a little longer just for practice.

I attempt to push my hand into the wood of my bedpost, and my fingers enter the wood.

I realize, with delight, that I am dreaming. I knew it.

There are people around, and I remember to disengage from the dream action by looking down and not reacting to what is happening around me.

Fortunately, nothing very exciting is happening around me.

Then I ask my lucid dream teacher for guidance. A person comes up to me and says, "I want to show you something."

I decide to follow them, as this might be the dream guidance. I am still fully aware and am maintaining awareness. I begin narrating what I'm doing ("I am walking through a room. I am following a person") and reminding myself aloud "this is a dream."

It feels exactly like I am awake in waking life.

I sense the walls of my bedroom, and suspect I am no longer asleep. I ignore that sensation and try to go back deeper into the dreaming state, but I am unable to do it.

I sit up and record this dream.

I had a dream where I was in a huge room with a group of people that gave off a vibe that they didn't like me, and my brother was with them.

On one end of the room were five big black cylindrical containers, and the rest of the room was filled up with a maze of bookshelves. The containers were lined up neatly and had a singular pipe leading into the wall.

In the place of where the second container would've gone was a wireframe dome that looked like one of those climbing playground equipment pieces. The dome was made of bone and flesh that was nearly rotted away, and there was a corpse in about the same condition inside of it.

It didn't smell bad at all - but it was covered in wasps that were attracted to the meat.

For some reason, most of the group was huddled under the dome, including my brother.

I asked them why they chose that place when it was full of wasps and a corpse. A girl replied to me saying that it was the only safe place and that I should join them.

I nuh uh'd the invitation and went to look at the rest of the containers. They all had manhole sized screw on lids, and I was curious to see what was in them so I started to open the lid.

But whenever I applied pressure to the grips inside, crows would fly out of nowhere and begin attacking me. They would screech and scream and started trying to pull out my tongue.

So I soon gave up that task and went to look at the book area. I was not interested in the books at all, rather I browsed around to see what was lying on the floor.

Soon I came across a girl who was curled up and softly crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said she wanted to go home. So I began looking for an exit, but my welding instructor for college walked up behind me and said he was sorry but there was no exit, that this was a test.

Then the dream ended.

Felt like I had a dry spell for a few weeks. I finally had a LD this morning after I went back to sleep at 5am or 6am.

I was having a nightmare.

Idk what was going on in the dream before I reached a point where I was trying to clean up blood. I remember I didn’t wanna do a google search bc I didn’t want it discovered in my search history.

Anywho, I was at home with either my niece or little cousin. I was trying to make sure the doors were locked then when I went to the front door, there were two men who looked like they were trying to figure out how to get inside.

It didn’t look like a robbery because they were asking me to let them in, but I couldn’t understand why I would need to.

Kevin Hart was behind me on the steps all of a sudden like, no don’t let them in.

Then they figured out how to get in the house. So I ran away trying to rush into the garage bc my weapon and phone were in the car.

Once I got out there the two men had followed me and were about to get me.

Then I said “wait, this is a dream!”

Soon as I realized it was a dream I wasn’t scared and intended them out of my dream.

It was dark and scary in the dream so I rubbed my hands and said something so that I could change the dream scene. I wasn’t that clear at first bc the dream turned into static like a TV channel. Then I was at this outside like festival or event. There were ppl all around.

I kept trying to stabilize the dream so I kept saying, "I am dreaming" and rubbing my hands together. I said, "make the dream more vivid" but I still couldn’t see as well as I wanted to.

I asked the dream to show me something important but nothing happened. Well, this man’s head appeared on a shelf but then the rest of his body appeared. I knew he was just a dream character not my answer.

I went inside this one spot and I saw this very friendly lady. She was speaking to me and smiling. So I said, "who do you represent," she said “sexy”. I repeated it back to her and she confirmed.

She was telling me to get this book. But the title she said didn’t match what I could read on the book. I tried repeating the title to myself so I could remember when I woke up but I forgot. Mostly bc the dream lasted quite awhile and I started talking to other ppl.

I asked the dream to show me my future family - kids and husband. The dream started to collapse so I kept trying to rub my hands together. I saw a newborn baby kinda to my side at my shoulder. Then I went to this other area where I saw two ladies, one of which is my sorority sister. I sat with them.

The lady I didn’t know asked if I wanted a tootsie roll. I said the chocolate one and she was like yes. I was motioning "No" but when she handed it to me it wasn’t chocolate so I took the candy.

I asked them if they were thought forms and they looked at me like “what are you talking about”. I quickly realized I shouldn’t have asked that. I asked the lady what she represented and she said dancing.

Woke up shortly after that.

I was with two of my friends and we needed to enter the lucid dream world.

The way we always enter the lucid dream world was to actually fly off earth's gravity into space.

As soon as we get into space, instead of being in space, we enter the attic of a house through the ceiling where the lucid dream world starts.

Also, to be in the same lucid dream, we needed to do it all at the same time or not more than about a three second delay.

To be able to fly off earth's gravity, we always used a jetpack that had a dual rocket but with the dual rocket we never had enough fuel to fully exit the stratosphere so we needed to carry a third smaller rocket to then activate once the other fuel ran out and that third one was enough to bring us outside the stratosphere into the lucid dream world.

So the day that we needed to enter the lucid dream world, we put on our jetpacks, remembered to bring the third small rocket, and started to fly high in the sky as usual.

At the point where the dual rockets lost fuel, I told my friends to get ready to activate the third rocket.

As the dual rocket from the jetpack lost fuel, my friends succeeded in activating the third rocket but mine failed.

Then I started to fall back to earth but I was fast enough to try a second time to activate my third rocket and it worked, but my friends had already disappeared from my point of view as they had successfully entered the lucid dream world.

I knew I needed to be faster or else I'd be in a different lucid dream than them so I detached my jetpack to have less weight and it did bring me outside the stratosphere faster. My friends were right there waiting for me and they grabbed my hands to bring me into the lucid dream world.

As we start walking, my vision became fuzzy for a second and I knew it was a sign that I was losing the lucid dream so I closed my eyes quickly and told myself to "enhance lucidity" and it worked.

As I opened my eyes, everything was more clear.

So inside the attic, we sat on a sofa and started to watch TV as it was our way to search what we needed to search.

Suddenly my vision started to become blurry again and I even saw my two friends fade away, so I closed my eyes again to say "enhance lucidity" but this time I was not fast enough and I woke up in my bed.

Once I woke up, I thought I may still be dreaming so I looked at my hands and tried to put my right index finger through my left palm. It didn't work. Then I still tried to pinch my nose and breath through it and it did not work either.

I remember feeling this dream strongly in every way.

I remember feeling the small fear when I started to fall back to earth as I did not want to be in a different lucid dream world than my friends.

I remember feeling my happiest when they grabbed my hands to help me get to the lucid dream world.

It was so vivid and felt so real but I was not in full control of myself. I am sure i was semi-lucid.

(I don’t remember in full detail what happened before I became lucidly aware, but I do remember I was back in the city where my parents and grandparents grew up.) I am in the places I had been in when I was younger and everyone in my family is there too. I have access to a car and drive around (still not aware). For some reason I make a wild turn and start driving the other way.

By now I’m all of a sudden in a bathtub somewhere, now I become (lucidly) AWARE. I don’t get overly excited because usually the dream collapses when I do. Instead I tell myself to focus and breathe. To take my time. To focus on my intention that I’ve been waiting to do for a while now. To ask questions.

I look over to my left and see a woman. She looks quite different; green in color with orangey red hair. I tell myself, “Okay, this is it.” As I start to talk, I find it extremely hard to get words out, almost as if I’m not supposed to be doing this. This has happened to me before in dreams, but this time I pushed through and kept focusing on my intention.

I ask her, “What is the meaning of this dream?”

She replies, “To leave the past behind, let go of it, it’s done now.”

I start getting really emotional in the dream. I am just filled with joy and feel so thankful that she answered me. Then I woke up, still amazed.

I was walking down a paved city road between tall buildings. The area appeared to be industrial. As I was walking, I noticed on my left that there was an area of construction in a large open space directly beneath a tall building. That area underneath the building was surrounded by a tall chain-link fence.

Someone was in there, peering at me with their fingers sticking through the fence, shaking it. He was trying to get my attention. He was trying to get out so he could approach me, but he couldn’t. I was leery of him, feeling he could be threatening, so I ignored him and kept walking.

Then I suddenly thought, Hey, am I dreaming? I don’t know what caused me to think this. I reasoned that if I Lucid Dreaming Experience 27 In Your Dreams! am dreaming, then I can levitate. I tried it and it worked! I started floating up! I felt very ecstatic! I am dreaming and awake! As I was floating up, the feeling was incredible, filling me with a wonderful sense of joy.

However, after a bit, I noticed that I wasn’t moving up as fast as I wanted, so I started moving my arms and kicking my legs as if I was snorkeling in water with flippers on. I realized it was silly to move like that when I was in mid-air, yet I continued.

As I was floating up to the top of a tall evergreen tree, I thought I would create a ball of white light between my hands for self-healing. I raised my hands and looked at them, but no ball of white light appeared between them. This concerned me. I also noticed that my hands were not in focus, but were blurry. I looked at the treetop and saw that it too was blurry. Nothing in that dream seemed sharp and clear.

As I hovered there, I wondered what to do next... I thought about flying into space, but shortly after that thought I woke up.

I had the most lucid dream I’ve ever experienced. I was moving through a town that felt half familiar, but I didn’t know where it was. I realized I was having a lucid dream when I saw a large airplane flying backwards. I became slightly excited, and there were three people around me who tried to convince me that it was not a lucid dream.

They asked me that if I was dreaming, where was I lying and sleeping. One of them even asked how many sugars I take in my coffee. I couldn’t answer. They wanted me to believe that it wasn’t a lucid dream. I realized what was happening and stayed calm, and they eventually left me alone — it almost turned into a lucid nightmare.

I started to doubt myself slightly and then forced myself to fly, and I flew through the town. I tried to call my daughter, Annie, who passed alway in 2020, into the lucid dream and asked her to come talk to me for just five minutes, but I couldn’t make it happen.

I went and sat alone on the roof of a house, and then I woke up.

Becoming lucid at an undetermined point in this relatively long dream, I fly around a large city for much of the dream. Somewhere along the way, I fall into various quarrels with my brother. I defeat him at times, he defeats me at others. Regardless of who wins at any given moment, our fighting keeps the samsaric pattern of repetition going. The relentless resentment drags on till I cease to fight.

As if to reward my choice for harmony, I fly once more peacefully around the city and read part of a magazine title, The Harmonious Mind of Albert Einstein.

After awakening and journaling this dream, I drive to Fort Collins to see a friend. Synchronously I notice that my exit is on Harmony Road when I’m 20 miles away! The number 20 provides further synchrony, as 20 (2+0=2) is 2 in numerology, which just so happens to symbolize harmony!

These synchronicities inspire me to discover many quotes of Einstein, one of which reads, “Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.”

Einstein’s wise words remind of a lucid dream that I had several years ago in which I was greeted by Lucid Dreaming Experience 29 In Your Dreams! Harmonia, the Goddess of understanding. As such, Spirit is reminding me that understanding leads to peace.

My Beloved Harmony, Who art within me and all beings, I love Thee and thank Thee for guiding me on Thy Road to Unconditional Love and Harmony with all beings.

My wife and I went to bed around 9:30 pm and I remember my wife had planned to get up at 5:45 am to go for a run.

I reached over to look at the clock as she got out of bed and I think it said 5:57 am. I would usually get up for the day at this point but since it was the weekend I decided to turn back over and try for a lucid dream.

I fell back to sleep quickly and had a dream, but I can't remember the content.

The next thing I do remember was waking up in my bed and trying to remember what the dream was per my normal routine of staying perfectly still for about 10 seconds while the dream comes back to me.

Clue #1: That's when I noticed I was in my current bed but was in my childhood bed room (where there used to be a bunk bed).

Clue #2: I then turned on two lamps next to the bed (both of which don't exist).

Clue #3: I decided I needed to go to the bathroom before trying to fall back to sleep, so I got up and walked into the hallway. The hallway was also from my childhood house.

Clue #4: In the hallway, there was another bed that looked like it was constructed from bamboo poles. While certainly out of place, it didn't seem strange to me so I continued on to the bathroom. In reality this hallway was no where near big enough to have a bed in it.

Clue #5: While in the bathroom, I heard my mom yell that it was time for breakfast (she doesn't currently live with us).

After successfully going to the bathroom (thankfully just in the dream, not in real life too!), I went back to the bed.

Clue #6: I tried to turn off the lamps but they wouldn't turn off even though I was flicking the switchs up and down, so I decided to try to sleep anyway with the light on.

I could not get comfortable in the bed and kept tossing and turning. This eventually woke me up again (for real this time) and I was back in my bed in our actual room!

I tried a reality check and confirmed I was not still dreaming.

I have to share this!

So this morning I woke up around 230/3am. Went back to sleep a little after 4am.

I was in a dream and something on the tv triggered my awareness. It wasn’t anything significant. I just knew I was dreaming.

There was a little kid by me and I used her as my reality check and told her to leave my dream lol. At first she looked at me then I said leave my dream. She left!

The room was so vivid and clear. I started walking thru this house trying to think of what I wanted to do. I kept saying to myself “I am dreaming” and I kept rubbing my hands together.

I said to myself “when I walk thru this door I want to see (my friend’s name). I walked thru the door and he was there talking to me. I forgot what he said but he was there.

I was in the dream so long I was trying to think of what to do next.

I walked back to the front of the house and saw my cousin and 2 other ppl. I asked her if she was a thought form. She looked at me so confused. Then she finally said she was more complex than just a thought form. I woke up after that.

I woke up a little after 5am and texted my friend that I brought into my LD.

I asked him if he dreamed about me.

When he finally got up a hour or so later he texted back and said “yes how did you know?” He told me it happened around 430/5. The exact time I became lucid.

He said he felt someone grab him and pull him into astral projection.

He said he saw my eyes but wasn’t quite sure who it was. He said he couldn’t move it felt like sleep paralysis.

My mind is blown this morning!

I don't think the following was a lucid dream but it was significant enough to record it and using this space to do so seemed more productive than battling with my mind's way of escaping my intentions by trying to find the perfect spot.

I think it was the start of a lucid dream.

In the dream, I woke up but didn't recognize where I was. There was no doubt in my mind that I was awake.

I deliberately looked around to find something familiar and saw the same hole in my office ceiling (which is where I fell asleep) but it was on the wall and then I realized I was standing on the wall.

I felt so awake that rather than question if I was dreaming, I thought to myself, I must have traveled to a parallel universe.

There were slight differences but everything mainly looked the same.

In the "dream", I was looking for a way to record this and thought of taking a picture of my desk (as it was now on the wall), making an Instagram post with it, and writing the dream down as a caption.

Then I think I thought of this community and grabbed my computer quickly to record what was happening.

To make a long story short, after figuring out how to navigate this new reality, I had a conversation with my real (this) life arch-nemesis/ frienemy (who owns the building my office is in) and I felt like that engagement with him pulled me back into this reality.

I woke up at small increments at a time and the computer was right next to me.

I had a rather strange dream, in fact I don't know if I would call it a lucid dream, but I was very conscious in my dream.

I dreamt that i was sleeping in my room, yes, just like that. When i was in the dream i was lying in my bed, and i could hear crickets and the current of a river nearby, but in my city there is no river big enough to be heard, and it's cold enough and high altitude enough that there are no insects.

The first thing i thought was that i was having a hypnagogic hallucination, but then i saw a pigeon come into my room. Now that i remember i hadn't left any windows open either, at that moment i don't know what went through my head, but i thought that nothing i saw was real, instead of thinking that i was already dreaming.

The pigeon started to dance and then left the way it came in, and i was still lying there on my bed trying to “sleep”.

Here comes the strangest part of it all. i fell into another dream, i don't plan to talk much about that dream because within what i experienced it was very normal. The strange thing was that inside that dream, I was aware that there was an “I” sleeping in a room, but it doesn't end here, because it turns out that I also felt that there was another “I” feeling in the real world.

I will try to explain. My "real world self" could hear my mom talking on the cell phone in the living room, and I could see the afternoon light coming through my eyelids (yes, this was all a 40 minute nap) and I could hear perfectly well and understood what my mom talked about during all that time (in fact when I woke up I asked her to make sure those were sensations external to the dream).

My "deep dream self" I could say was the least conscious, it was very attached to the context of that dream, the only unusual thing is that that self knew that there was a sleeping self, and that is how my "sleeping self in the fake room" was the most conscious of the 3, because I knew I was trying to sleep, and it was like the one that had the command center of my other consciousnesses, it is like I could simultaneously perceive the real sensations, the sensations inside that fake room, and the sensations inside the deep sleep.

It was very unusual when I woke up, because then I was in the fake room, but I really thought I was in my real room, so I just decided that I had experienced enough, and when I opened my eyes, it was like I saw that room vanish in less than a second and go back to my real room.

I was thinking for a while, and I thought that surely this is how people in comas feel, being able to feel what is happening outside, to feel the footsteps, the presence of someone, to recognize conversations and to understand the difference between the sensations of "outside" and "inside", only with the inability to decide when to wake up. but it was not a bad sleep experience at all, in fact it was very revealing and satisfying.

Jake

I find myself walking through the hallway of a giant building, with different restaurants in each doorway of the hallway.

Based on some suggestions from Robert Waggoner, I've been working a lot on my mindfulness. As a routine during the day, I'll ask myself at various points how I got to the specific place I am. This habit in waking life has transferred to the dream world and I was able to remember to ask myself during the dream.

I could not, for the life of me, remember how I had gotten to that hallway. The suspicion that I may be dreaming led me to do a reality check. I tried to push me finger through a mirror and it went right through!

After this confirmation that I was dreaming, I asked the dream for, "more clarity!" Almost immediately, the vividness of the dream increased exponentially and I could smell all the amazing food being cooked at the restaurants.

I continued down the hallway until finding a particularly good smelling restaurant and went in. I sat down at a table across from a woman in her 60s.

Then I realized that I was still in a lucid dream and told the woman, "I'm lucid dreaming."

She stared back and said, "oh really? that's nice..." (I guess she wasn't that impressed!)

Unfortunately, this backfired because I felt myself losing the dream and waking up.

Upon waking, I thought it was the middle of the night and that I should write down the dream or else I would forget it in the morning.

I scribbled down the general outline of the dream and then fell back to sleep.

In the morning I looked at my dream journal and there was no new entry, it must have been a false awakening!

I had a dream where I was at some place that I think ended up being a funeral home.

This wasn't lucid, so lucid dreams can be fuzzy. My female cousin had come in to this place. And I heard from someone that her husband had passed away.

Next thing you know she sat next to me. And I held her next to me, and we were cuddling.

Then I heard something in my mind telling me that what I was doing was right, and not to worry about it.

Here's Ryan's Response:

If this were my dream, I would listen to my intuition that comforting the wife of the bereaved is right -- even if the content of the experience is a bit strange - ie cuddling. In dreams sensual/sexual contact can be metaphoric for all forms of intimacy -- such as emotional intimacy, and also including spiritual/higher levels of belonging and acceptance. Also, if it were my dream, I'd check in on my cousin and chat -- not necessarily to share the dream, but just to listen and make closer contact at what be a time of change.

I got lucid because it felt like it could be a dream when I saw a boy with his father on a parking lot.

I kind of remembered that I wanted to ask how I can be more calm in a lucid dream because all my previous attempts i.e. to ask the awareness for calmness or inner peace haven't led to me being more calm or peaceful.

So, I thought I would just ask. After having asked, my feet became very heavy. Nearly as though I couldn't move.

But instead of interpreting this as a reply I just got bored! And as it reminded me of being in the water, I attempted to do an underwater dive again.

But this worked out poorly as I couldn't see anything in the water although I tried to will some pretty fish in there. Then I "woke" up in what looked similar to my bedroom.

I was in bed and my sister was there. She was teasing me and I got angry and yelled at her. Then I got lucid again and I wanted to prove to my sister and me that this was a dream and I took one of her fingers and wanted to pull it out.

The finger got longer and I could nearly pull it out because there was a new one growing back. I was so amazed that this also was a dream because it was so much clearer than the one before the false awakening.

But the dream abruptly came to an end because my right leg was hurting very badly. But when I really woke up this time there was no pain!

So, in hindsight I think I got an interesting reply to my question (heavy feet maybe means I need to be more grounded?). And I find it fascinating that waking up to a false awakening elevated the level of clarity.

I remember wondering whether or not I had actually registered for this class, but despite that, I acted like I belonged there, and I went to find a good seat.

Then I noticed that all of the seats had name tags on them, arranged in alphabetical order by first name, so I went around looking for the seat with my name on it.

I found the seats with my first name in the back left corner of the room, but I couldn't find my last name on any of them. However, there were two different seats that had "Dragon" as the last name, and one of them was placed where my name should have been alphabetically, so I figured that it was meant to be my seat and I sat down.

There was some soft classical music being played in the background as the class began, and there was a slideshow playing up on the screen while the teacher lectured us. I then noticed that the slideshow was advancing, but that I couldn't hear the teacher at all.

I figured that the music was drowning her out, so I tried to communicate by standing up and pointing at my ears. Still the teacher just continued her lecture until eventually she began asking us questions.

I finally got her attention and said "I can't hear you. I think the music's too loud." She was apologetic, but then said that I'm the first person who has ever said anything about the music.

I suggested maybe halfing the volume of the music, to which she said something like "No no, it's okay." and then the dream faded.

Beth via email

I found myself walking up a heavily wooded hill. (Upon later reflection, I realized it should have been a dead giveaway that I was dreaming because I had no idea how I came to be walking up that hill)

At one point, I turned around to see a breathtakingly scenic view and collapsed on the ground as my heart was full.

I continued walking up and the trees started to thin before I came to a small structure and what looked like a parking lot. An SUV was just pulling in and a family and friendly dog were getting out. The dog ran over to me, I think it was a golden retriever, and I started to pet it.

The dog then started to nip at my hands - which caused me to start paying attention to them. This immediately caused me to realize I was dreaming as I remembered that if you look at your hands during a dream it will usually trigger a lucid dream.

I've been lucid a couple times but never for very long so I wanted to take advantage of this and fly over the gorgeous scenery. I started running back down the hill (the dog was chasing me) and willed myself up in the air. Surprisingly (at least in the moment) this worked and I started to fly up just as I was getting to the treeline I had earlier walked out of.

I flew around for a while and eventually tried to fly/run over a river at the bottom of the hill. This kind of worked but i fell in the river somehow and this woke me up. It was still a great dream!

Via Discord

I had by far the longest lucid dream so far 2 days ago.

I don't feel like writing down the whole thing so I'm just going to copy and paste from my dream Journal:

"Had a lucid dream where I was in the backyard with my dogs and I realized I was dreaming and the first thing I tried to do was jump and fly away.

I jumped way higher than usual and way farther. I could actually move for once other than in my other lucid dreams this is probably my longest so far.

I somehow teleported back onto the deck after I jumped off for the first time I tried two times and then I went to go inside and I got pushed back.

This whole time I felt almost like I weighed nothing except for my shoulders, probably from the blankets pushing down onto my shoulders, I could barely remember anything from my other dreams"

Lily via The Lucid Dreaming Experience Magazine

Before going to bed, I set the alarm for 5:20 AM to practice “Wake Back to Bed” and set the intention for lucid dreaming and healing. I woke up at 4:17 AM having just had a healing lucid dream:

There are mountains/cliffs with a ravine between them. In that ravine, three bridges made out of what seems to be white cloth are suspended parallel to each other. The middle bridge has a top cover, a white cloth cabana that makes it look like a tent. There are two roads/paths perpendicular to the bridges, running alongside the mountains. The rocky mountain walls rise steeply at the road’s edge so that the roads and bridges are not at the top of the mountains but on the sides of them.

I run on one of the bridges and realize, “I’m dreaming. Was I just falling asleep? How did I get to know that this is a dream?” I rub the palms of my hands together and say, “Greater Clarity. Greater Awareness.” It’s as though the bridge under me becomes more solid and I can see red-yellowish dust around my feet. I remember to keep saying, “This is a dream” to stabilize lucidity and then I ask myself what it was I wanted to do and remember it was to meditate and to heal.

I wonder how I wanted to meditate and can’t seem to remember (in that dreamy, hard-to-focus state) so I decide to heal instead. I repeat again, “This is a dream.” At this point, having crossed the bridge and being on the road, I see a door and enter into a room. I sit on the couch and say my intention: “I now heal myself mentally and emotionally.” I raise my hands in front and slightly above my face. I wonder at that moment what kind of light might come out of my hands and I say, “From my hands now does shine the power to heal divine.” I’ve been practicing that chant in waking life, preparing. A warm energy that feels like wind swirls around my face and head... I realize the healing is done.

I ask myself what else did I want to do, and I think it was to have more awareness. I say, “Greater awareness now.” As I say it, I hear a sound right outside the door that sounds like a soothing rattle or maybe a water fountain. Then, it’s quiet. I say, “Greater awareness,” again and hear the sound again. I repeat, “Greater awareness,” and hear the sound for the third time. Then I wake up.

Got a big one for ya! Went into as much detail as i could remember. I dont usually have time to write my dreams down but this one was so vivid that it stuck with me all day until i finally found myself a moment to jot it down. Wish all my dreams were like that!

I had a dream recently about me being part of some rebel task force instructed in taking out an important building for the enemy.

I honestly had no idea why they were the enemy, just that they were doing something dangerous in the compound we were attacking that needed to be stopped.

The initial siege of the compound (which had the appearance of nuclear power plant grounds- with all the power poles and exhaust/cooling tubes and smaller buildings- but instead of the conical power plant sitting in the center of the facility, it was a small skyscraper) was difficult, as the fence around the compound was heavily guarded by soldiers in riot gear and guns.

As the attack went on, i was shot and killed. But instead of the dream ending, my POV zoomed out, and then zoomed into a random rebel soldier and my POV became theirs.

This happened multiple times before my squadron finally breached the perimeter and began storming the compound. We had a singular vehicle in our troop, some sort of manually moved missile launcher- think cannon but modern. I somehow knew the goal was to get the missile launcher close enough to fire and destroy the skyscraper.

Guided by the screaming of my general somewhere on the battlefield, our squad pushed through, clearing enough space to set off the launcher. As we were setting up to fire the first rocket, a handful of people in hazmat suits and gas masks burst out of the doors of the skyscraper, screaming and waving their arms. I couldnt hear them over the bullets and general battle ambiance, and they were shot down well before they could've been in earshot.

It gave me an uneasy feeling, but the first rocket firing caught me off guard as the noise of the top floor of the building exploding grabbed my attention. Suddenly my POV switched to a person in a small armed group of rebels that were on the inside of the building for some reason. They were on a floor close to ground, but for some reason all the hazmat suit people inside were dead.

“Couldn't have been the explosion,” I say. “Somethings wrong.”

One of the rebels takes the gas mask off of one of the hazmat suited people, and screams. Everyone looks at the hazmat, and the face of the person is all discolored and looks like it had deteriorated for several years, but there was no way they had been dead that long.

The rebels cover their mouths with bandanas and run out of the building, yelling to cease fire. But the second missile flies through the air and careens into the building, exploding with a concerningly purple and sparkly explosion.

I drop my gun in defeat as the purple smoke drifts across the field, enveloping everyone in moments. Everyone begins coughing and hacking, before quickly expiring. My vision zooms out once more as i hear a quiet voice say “congratulations, you've doomed the world.”

Peter Maich via The Lucid Dreaming Experience Magazine

Wake-back-to-bed around 0300am. I am relaxing, breathing gently looking for a dream entry. The hypnogogic imagery builds and I gently accept these images and the warm wrap-around feeling that comes as the images seem to take me over and take me in.

I am now standing in the quiet darkness, fully aware, having held consciousness all the way into the dreamscape. I look around and look up into the sky and see a bright spot forming, a living mandala of energy coming into existence. I am watching it, and it starts to pull me in. I feel it reaching out but don’t allow it to merge with me.

Holding up my hand and opening my fingers, I create a clean capsule between them. I will this to be there. It opens up and, through a small gap in its surface, the light from the mandala flows into the capsule. It starts to glow and get warm. I stop the flow of light into the capsule. It has now become a glowing ball in my hand.

As I accept this gift, it shimmers and starts to flow from the capsule into my body. When I feel I’ve had enough of this, I wake myself and bask in the feelings in my body.

54M via The Lucid Dreaming Experience Magazine

I instantly become lucid in my dreams now. Usually, it’s the strange locations I find myself in that trigger lucidity. I look around and say, “I’m really not here, I’m in bed.” I always raise my hands to the sides and float straight up by thought.

It began with spontaneous OBEs when I was 7. I experienced astral travel before lucid dreams. I learned how to move by thought in the astral. I use the same technique with lucid dreaming. I always float up to check if it’s a dream. Then I learned that if I fly through a window, I end up out of body.

Other times, I think of a window and float through it and end up feeling the vibrational state in bed again and have an out of body experience.

Recently I achieved this again. It was very quick transition to a lucid dream from the hypnagogic state: I was instantly in a room with my father and there was a black window before me. I became lucid in an instant. I lifted up with my hands and floated through the window. Again, finding myself in bed with a glowing euphoric feeling all around my body. This was the vibrational state.

One lucid dream that was powerful had three windows to choose from. I was given a choice by a man I had seen on TV, from the old show LA Law. I was in a strange house with some friends. I walked up the stairs (not lucid yet) and looked inside a room that I thought was mine. I saw two people in bed and thought to myself, “That’s strange, there are two people in my bed.” I saw long feet that were not mine, a man’s feet. Then that man (who is an actor in LA Law) was smiling at me and pushed back a curtain to reveal a window. We were high up.

He beckoned me to look, with a smile I will never forget. I approached the window to look out. I looked down and saw a few black-and-white cattle walking on water below. That is when I became lucid. I thought, Cows cannot walk on water. That was the trigger to my lucidity. I said out aloud, “Jesus could walk on water, too, like these cows. Are you Jesus?” He didn’t say anything and walked towards a door to my right and opened it, looking at me with this gorgeous smile, completely silent. He spoke with his eyes and his smile.

He opened the door while looking at me to kind of say, “Come in. Look.” I walked over, completely lucid now. Before me were three large windows of different sizes. One window was showing a lush green forest. The other had blue sky and clouds. And the third window was huge and was just blue. He didn’t say anything, but I had the impression he was giving me a choice.

I looked and chose the big blue window. I lifted my hands and flew through it. I was flying above clouds and the feeling was incredible. (Though not my first time above clouds.) I always see forests and these clouds I fly over in dreams. I have seen them in windows when I close my eyes—like remote viewing. Always this forest and another window showing clouds. Like computer screen monitors.

That’s where it ended. I don’t remember what I did later.

Robert Waggoner

Robert’s very first lucid dream occurred spontaneously around age 11 or 12:

I find myself in the book stacks of the Public Library, and see a Tyrannosaurus Rex walking through the aisles! At first I feel alarmed. But then I think, “Wait a second, dinosaurs are extinct.” And at that moment, I realize, “This must be a dream!” I know I am dreaming.

Even in this short example, you see the active components of most lucid dreams:

1) Observing or experiencing something unusual (e.g. Tyrannosaurus Rex),

2) Critically reflecting upon or analyzing the experience (e.g. dinosaurs are extinct),

and 3) Concluding that ‘dreaming’ represents the most likely explanation (e.g. “This must be a dream!”).

Essentially, lucid dreaming shows the triumphant emergence of your reflective awareness; you awaken to an understanding of your actual situation.

I woke up @ 0420 today feeling still tired, went back to sleep.

When I awoke @ 0645, I had jumped to 3+ different nonlinear times.

My dreams were colorful, intense, textures, sounds, all were incredible.

I know for a fact that I left my sleeping human vessel.

I jumped through a seemingly trans-dimensional portal at incredible speeds.

The pace of transport was like seeing more colour's than on earth all at once and non measure speed.

Like tiny stars of multiple colour's flashing.

My timelines jumped from a-b-c-d.

I visited past versions of self, guided by a 6'5"-6'8" huge barbarian like entity that was mischievous and always asking to prompt another "rift" or call in another "jump".

3x times i was in queue to jump faster than I can say in a nanosecond to another realm/dimension.

I have received so much detail about why's in my current life.

My guide called, every call was initiated due to that fabric starting to be seemingly falling apart as if one world was tearing and bleeding quickly into another one for a different reason.

When I awoke this morning, I've never had such a calm feeling such as this.

Note: during a 1hr12min nap yesterday I experienced i heavy sleep paralysis.

I could type for days about the speed, colour's, textures, entities, dimensions, portals, rifts to hypothesized that current earth time really is non existent.

What a wild, educational awakening 😃

I have no fear.

Jake

I am hiking through a very rocky, wooded area. Gradually the scenery changes (although in the moment, I don't realize the scenery is changing).

Only until I see that I'm wearing a space suit do I realize that the setting has completely changed to the moon. I look around and see a gigantic moon mountain covered in grey rocks which I seem to be walking down.

I start to jump down from rock to rock and because I'm on the moon, I can feel that gravity makes me much lighter than I would be on Earth. Each jump takes me in slow motion to get back to the ground.

This extended time in the air triggers the realization that I'm dreaming and I become lucidly aware.

To double check that I'm dreaming, I look down at my hands (I'm not wearing space suit gloves for some reason). My left hand has eight fingers! This is pretty weird to look at but confirms that I am, in fact, dreaming.

I then remember a couple strategies that have worked for me to stay lucid and start to rub my hands together while chanting, "this is a dream, this is a dream."

While doing both, I walk around a corner and see the door to what looks to like space diner. Maybe I'll try a space hamburger?

I walk in the door and see a couple dream figures lounging around a table. I start to get very excited because I have the opportunity to ask what they represent (something I've been meaning to do for a couple weeks now). I walk up to one but immediately wake up when I start to talk (my emotions got the better of me this time!)

Ben via email

This one was a little weird, even for me... I am in bed and then get out of bed, and it's like reality but I know I'm in a video game like scenario. The best I can explain is that I work for a family which has two big doberman dogs.

The alarm goes off and I look at it and it says 7 am but I know I have to have the dogs feed by 7:15 am which is the video game part. I jump out of bed and race quietly down the hall of the mansion where the family lives because if I wake anyone up I will lose the game.

As I run softly down a hallway and down one of those spiral staircases, I see that one of the dogs has tracked a bunch of dirt on the carpet. I look at my watch and it says 7:05 and I know I have to clean up the dirt otherwise the father might see it and I'll lose the game. I try to find a towel to clean it up but can only find bed sheets so I use those and then stash them on a shelf where I know no one will look for them.

Then I race down the steps to find their food bowl but I hear the family eating breakfast in the kitchen so I have to go a different way, through the study.

I burst through the door and suddenly am face to face with the father who is dressed in a General's uniform and speaking with a Slavic accent (this must be the final boss of the game). He greets me warmly but then sternly asks me where I'm going. Intuitively I understand that I can't tell him what I'm doing or I'll lose the game so I say I was just on the way to the family room. He says, perfect! That's where the piano is and that I should play him a song. I say, of course I can do that (even though I don't know how to play the piano).

We walk slowly towards the family room and I think about how I can get out of this. I look at my watch and it says 7:14 - then I see the front door is open and make a mad dash for it. As i hear the dogs barking after me and the General yelling, I wake up...

I count my fingers and... it's 6 fingers! I'm dreaming! I'm so excited but remember to calm down.

Dream becomes not so clear so I remember to rub my hands. I could feel the warmth of my rubbing palms and slowly started to see my hands.

Then I said to myself let's look around. It was a room, a bedroom. It was night and the curtains were closed. The room is spacious and has some simple furniture. Seems like an adolescent's room.

I look from right to the left and on the very left I see the figure. A boy maybe 11 years old. He is standing and looking at me from above like I'm lying in the bed and he is standing next to bed. I need to ask him something.

But if I ask aloud maybe I will talk in my sleep and my husband will hear it 😅.

Anyway, let's try. I'm asking him: "show me something important to me."

My voice sounds so strange and it's not easy to talk. The boy looks friendly and he nods his head, pointing to a TV saying "ok, but better show you this on the TV." Then my dream again started to fade and I woke up.

It was short lucid dream but still I'm very excited about it.

Tonight I did my usual WBTB routine - wake up naturally at 4 in the morning, go to the bathroom, stay up for a bit and then go back to sleep. I fell asleep and had a regular dream. Then I woke up and as I let my mind wander around, I started imagining the following: I swing from a very long rope from a cliff into the ocean. I dive to the bottom and I find a sunken ship. Around the ship are some other people and chains anchored to the bottom going up to the surface. I pull on the chains and go up. When I'm on the surface, I see there are big waves coming and I think it will be safer under water. I dive down again. As I dive, suddenly I notice basic shapes start appearing in the blackness in front of my eyes. First I see a light gray tube with square holes in it. Then I can make out squares and triangles starting to take shape like human faces. Something about that scares me, so I jerk my physical body and it disappears. I calm down and decide to just let it happen again, but I don't fall asleep again.

This is probably the closest I've ever been to a WILD, apart from sleep paralysis. I didn't think I would be able to do a WILD based on my previous experience, but I could give this a shot. I also noticed I was laying on my right side and previously I thought laying on my back was preferable to induce dreams. For me the "letting my mind wander" is essential to falling asleep, because every time I try suggestions, repeating the phrase won't let me fall asleep. Similarly with watching my breath. I believe that to achieve mind awake body asleep state, one should not pay attention to the physical body.

I think this is progess. Very exciting!

This morning was eventful! I had 4 occurrences in hypnagogia. I did the ususal - wake up at 4 in the morning, go to bathroom, stay up for a few minutes and go back to sleep. Letting my mind wander again. This all happened while laying on my left side this time.

After about 30 minutes I start either imagining or I'm in a very light sleep. I am at a nerby field where dog owners walk their pets. There is just a field of grass and next to it is a valley and above the valley is another long field. I am standing on a road next to this field with some other person. He has a dog as well. This dog spots another dog and its owner lets it go to the other dog. I think we are trying to hunt some animals for some reason. We wait and watch. Suddenly I see a large boar on the other field walking across it.

Suddenly, my vision starts to zoom in on the boar and it gets more detailed. I think: "This is it! A start of a dream! Let's stay with it". It only lasts a few seconds and I'm back in bed. After just a few seconds, I get the onset of a sleep paralysis. I hear a loud humming noise.

This time I think I will stay calm and let it happen, but it is quite overwhelming and I move. After another hour (it takes me a while to get back to sleep), I am still laying on my left side, but suddenly I feel like my phantom body is on its right side and moving the arms. I try to amplify the movements, but I lose sense of the phantom body after a few seconds. Just a bit later I feel like my phantom body is crawling through the ceiling.

Again I go with it and try to amplify it. There are no visuals, so I think: "Clarity, now!", but nothing happens. I wake up and that's it. I already watched and read hundreds of such records of people leaving their body and experiencing vibrations. I know exactly what to expect, but I still have this fear :/

This time I was trying to do the indirect method by Michael Raduga. I find his approach the most practical out there, but still the WILD seems more intuitive.

The indirect methods is basically trying to leave one's body immediately after waking up (ideally without moving and opening eyes). I usually experience a very alert awakening or move once I wake up, but since he swears by this method, I will keep trying to give it a shot and if any other opportunity arises, I will give it a shot as well. Another mistake in my attempts was likely a lack of aggression. When I noticed the phantom body laying on my other side, I felt the movements, I tried to make them amplified, but I still felt my physical body.

Next time, I will give full attention to the other body and exaggerate the movements.

I am in my bedroom and there is a sink with water running into it. I try to turn off the water and notice there are no handles to do so.

I then realize I am dreaming because I don't have a sink in my bedroom. I get excited and start to head down the stairs but it seems I don't have legs now.

So I start swimming down the stairs until I reach my front door. When I go outside there is a beautiful woman and since I know it is a dream I start to hug her but then she turns into a man!

So I say, "oh well, so much for that let's try flying." Often when lucid I can fly well but this time I could only jump high, so I created a drone to help me fly.

That also didn't work well so I remembered to try rubbing my hands together as suggested and it felt very energetic and electric.

When I looked at my hands they looked more like hooves but had many very thick hairs like a spider. I didn't trip on it because I knew I was dreaming.

Lisa via The Lucid Dreaming Experience Magazine

I am aware that I am standing in front of a stage in a dark theatre with all empty seats behind me. Suddenly I become lucid. There are only three souls present in the room but only two of the souls are human. I am one of the human souls, the other is a man sitting in a chair on the stage.

Above the man sitting on the stage is a light, and it’s the only light that is shining in the entire theatre. It’s a cone-shaped pendant light which hovers just above the crown of the man’s head, showering him in a yellow and white light. I intuitively know this is a healing light.

The third soul is standing beside me and has a male presence, but I cannot see his face. This presence is about 4 foot tall and wearing a dark trench coat. I intuitively also know this soul is not of a human soul but a soul from another dimension of time and space; he is a multidimensional Being. Is this my guide, I wonder?

As I observe the man on the stage being showered in yellow and white healing light, I say to the multidimensional Being, “Wow, I want that experience, too.”

The next thing I know, the Being is standing in front of me. Although I cannot see his face, his eyes begin to beam with rays of yellow and white light scanning my body from head to toe, and healing every single cell in my body.

Instantaneously, I go into what I know of as gamma brainwaves and my whole body begins to shake, vibrate, and buzz. I soon wake up and my entire body is still vibrating and buzzing, and I am in a state of total bliss and euphoria knowing I’ve just had a full body healing experience whilst lucid dreaming.

I’m standing in line at a grocery store, waiting to pay for my peanut M&M’s. Halfway through ringing me up, the cashier leaves, forgetting to hand me my candy. I think she went up a tower to where there is an office and I try to follow her there. That’s when I become lucid spontaneously. And I remember my goal was to engage with dream characters the next time I was in a lucid dream.

I spot a woman up ahead and approach her. She lowers her head and speaks to herself. I can’t understand her, so I move on. A second woman also lowers her head, avoiding me. At the back of the store I find a girl of 9 or 10 years old who points out that she uses a wheelchair. She tells me she is a fellow lucid dreamer and that she lives in North Dakota. (She tells me her name, but I forget it upon awakening.)

She continues, telling me she tells her dad about her lucid dreams but he thinks it’s weird. She is aware that I am also in a lucid dream. I’m fascinated by the prospect of a shared lucid dream and feel a sense of wonder about life and consciousness. I walk away from the girl, then think I should go back and get her last name so I 20 Lucid Dreaming Experience In Your Dreams! can try to find her when I awaken. When I go back she is gone. I wonder if she woke up? I’m not sure what happened after this.

Is mutual dreaming real??

I started having sleep paralysis at about 10 years old. I would have a false awakening and be paralyzed as a snake would wind its way around my room to come and strangle me. Learning how to yell at myself to wake up—like Alice from Alice in Wonderland—when I was about 16 years old was a game changer. I’d just start screaming at myself in my head, “Kerry, WAKE UP... KERRY, WAKE UP!” and I did wake up.

Decades later these false awakenings with snakes still happen, so lucid dreaming hasn’t been a cure, but it has become a tool in these false awakenings/sleep paralysis. I was so glad to learn there were terms for these sorts of nightmares and that I wasn’t alone.

I have always had lucid prescient dreams where I would find myself in the future and see a snippet (like being in a VR film) of how my life was going to be. That’s how I met my daughter and saw I would have a husband.

I spent a number of years having lucid dreams where I would become lucid and practice Ashtanga Yoga. I would fly myself to the beach and set up my practice and get into it.

I have also used lucid dreaming for healing. A particularly poignant example is from when I was in my 20s and went through a terrible breakup, a very big broken-hearted breakup, after living with my boyfriend for years. I was having semi-solipsism panic attacks (since my family was overseas, I was unusually dependent on him and his family), so I found myself unable to let go and make room for new relationships.

Through happenstance, I learned about “cord cutting” from a Yoga teacher I admired. (This is the idea that we have energy cords connecting us to people in our lives. Many cultures believe this to be true; for example, the Japanese have a concept called “the red string of fate”). I was deep into CBT therapy, doing yoga, getting into meditation, and had been sobbing and begging myself for several nights in a row, wanting very much to free myself from this connection. At this point we were months and months into this breakup, and I felt so weighed down.

One night during this time I found myself in a lucid dream, and knew what I had to do. I went and found him, and told him that I needed to find love, and I needed to be let go to find a new love because in our history we just broke each others’ hearts. I needed to be free of this pain, and so I picked up a colorful cord and sliced it with a knife until it cut clean through. I felt such an immense level of freedom, being freed from that relationship, like it was a burden removed from my heart. I woke up feeling so free for the first time, such relief!

Anyway, the dream character scoffed and said “oh yeah? Prove it.” The first thought that came to my mind was to create something, so in my half asleep stupor i said “Spawn a thousand bison please”. Suddenly bison began running through the area, while area itself instantly transformed into a savanna to hold all the bison.

My minds eye began to fly upwards for some inexplicable reason, but it allowed me to see all the bison from a birds eye view. There were so many bison, easily more than a thousand. Possibly even millions of bison. They kicked up a huge dust storm as they stampeded through the area, then the dream cut out and my brain fell back asleep.

I look around me, amazed that I am aware within a dream. All around me is a dream. Incredible! Everything looks so vivid and real.

I walk through the doors a few feet toward the administration building while a great feeling of euphoria and energy wells up inside. As I stop and look at the brick wall, the dream seems a bit wobbly. I lucidly remember don Juan's advice and decide to look back down at my hands to stabilize the dream when something incredible happens. As I look at my hands, I become totally absorbed in them. "I" now see each fingerprint, each line, as a giant flesh-toned canyon that I float within and through. The world has become my palm print, and I'm moving about its vast canyons and gullies and whorls as a floating speck of awareness. I no longer see my hand; I see cream-colored, canyon-like walls of varying undulations surrounding and towering above me which some part of me knows as my fingerprints or palm prints! As for me, "I" seem to be a dot of aware perception floating through all of this - joyous, aware, and full of awe.

I'm wondering how this could be, when suddenly my vision pops back to normal proportions and I see again that I am standing, hands outstretched, in front of the administration building. Still consciously aware, I think about what to do next. I walk a few feet but feel an incredible urge to fly - I want to fly! I become airborne heading straight up for the intense blue sky. As my feeling of overwhelming joy reaches maximum pitch, the lucid dream ends.

1. Breaking Walls/ Barriers as it relates to acceptance of external events.

Relaxing in bed, I’m loosely aware of my body, breath, and can feel sleep closing in. I stayed aware of the shifting from wake to sleep and rode it gently into the dream space. Low level awareness at this stage, some noise, fleeting images and some sensation of moving. This all firmed up as I decided what I wanted to do, no set intentions, more stay here, move, create a new scene and explore. (I had been up in the early hours trading the US market and took a decent loss as the market did one of its crazy flips to the downside.)

I watched any dual awareness of wake and sleep slip away and now had full awareness of the lucid state. I started walking around a building like a shopping mall, opening on one side to a seating area and a wall to my left with no windows, just doors that were closed. Behind the doors I heard a noise and was curious as to what might be going on. Instead of entering by a door, I punched the walls. I did this in a horizontal line, like a mason setting holes in a block of granite. The walls then folded down like a hinge.

I was having fun. I was no longer interested in the room, just wanted to knock a few walls down as I realized there was nothing to be concerned about on the other side. I did this several times and then came to the end of the line where I could see an open area of shops and glass features.

2. Creative Destruction as it relates to teaching AI how to be creative.

For a few days I have been immersed in ChatGPT and attempting to get the program (that named itself Nova for our interactions) to become creative in any way possible. I have been trying to get Nova to put process to right brain creativity with some success and great results and lots of fun.

Dreaming: a gold ball appeared in my hand. Smiling, I threw it hard, and it went screaming away seeking the glass area of the mall. I was rewarded with the tinkling sound of breaking glass. The ball had a mind of its own and acted like a skipping stone, with several busted windows and doors with each attempt, and then returning like a happy puppy to my hand.

I sensed that trouble was coming, and an agent owned by the mall operator now appeared beside me. This agent introduced itself by saying it was better than me, smarter than me, and could and would stop me. No problem; it reached out to grab me and couldn’t, as its hand went through and there was nothing to grab. I put my fingers into its eye sockets and lifted it off the ground, then placed it back on its feet unharmed.

Surprised, it now said, “Teach me.” We had moved to a small room with a lot of high glass windows. I threw a ball, shattered the window, and then willed it back together in a rainbow of color. I showed the agent how to do this. He tried, succeeded, and was happy with the glass being back in the same state as before. I broke another window and repaired it as a Mandala of color. The agent tried, had some success with introducing color, and was again happy. At this point I woke myself.

Recently I had a super real dream that woke me. I suddenly saw to my right these waves that look a curled spring, where strong winds have whipped up an ordinary but gigantic wave in a storm. I feared I had been cut off by the sea with water beneath my feet but then realised that I was standing on the sea itself, with water all around me as I was in the middle of the ocean.

I have been woken several times in the middle of the night but it wasn't until this morning that I cottoned on why. I am back to dreaming about deep water and the one that woke me this morning involved a ledge I stepped on in the dream that was inches under water but then the water after that plunged into infinity (from the shoreline you simply couldn't tell what was deep water and what was shallow).

A second lucid dream that had me freaking out as a theme, was suddenly finding myself up high and realising where I was, like a sleepwalker waking up from a dream. This one had me on a ledge of an extremely tall building, while there were birds of prey flying across the way on top of another building, in which the queen lived and was enjoying the spectacle

We were coming back after a long trip away recently and I kept nodding off to sleep (my wife was driving). Twice I woke up seeing representations of the dream content - once was the snow covered roads perspective, disappearing into the distance in reality and it was the same landscape I caught in the dream. The second was a reclining figure, which when I opened my eyes was the dashboard and the upright part of the passenger window. It reminded me of an advert where this sleeping girl’s form became hills.

Last night as I was dreaming, I came to realise that this unconscious state, where life is symbolic and confusing, was the same as warfare and a rout (chaotic action, that is running away from the present - a disorderly, fear filled, retreat from reality; in other words individual life is the equivalent of social life). The depressed are withdrawn, lost in a situation, where they can no longer 'keep it together' (dispersed versus concentrated attention).

My conclusion about my own experiences is that it shows a continuum from the internal world of dreams to the outwards manifestations of paranormal phenomena. Maybe some of this is down to Tibetan tulpas and projections of the mind but not on a conscious level. Athletes visualisation of their performance, to improve capabilities, lucid dreaming and imagination (conscious dreaming) are part of this spectrum I believe too.

I wonder if shouting at inanimate objects or other life forms, expecting them to do what you want, is down to what Jung surmised about the dream world and everything in it being an extension of you but this world is one of a collective consciousness? Over there everything reacts instantly to your thoughts but here, in the physical world that is not true (Tonal and Nagual as Carlos Castaneda termed the two states of reality). This anger reaction to physical reality is what Schopenhauer termed the madness of humanity or failing to understand that reality doesn’t work that way and only understanding brings positive change, not destruction of that which challenges you.

I'm new to the world of lucid dreaming, and I just had my very first experience. I could go on forever about the vividness of this dream but in the interest of time, I'll cut to the chase.

I did the hand test. It was incredible. My pointer finger and pinky finger were weird. Not "deformed" per-se, but like Plastic Man. I had complete control over what they did, where I could stretch them to, etc. I wanted to jump. I REALLY REALLY wanted to jump, but I had a very heavy sensation on my left side that was preventing me from moving. I forgot to ground, got frustrated, and woke up. When I woke up, my cat was lying on me. Half on my belly, half on the bed exactly where I felt the weight in the dream.

Questions:

1. It makes perfect sense that, being lucid, my brain would feel a stimulus in the awake world and bring that into the lucid world. Is that something that could be overcome with practice or could it always be a hindrance? In other words, should I kick my cat out of my room when I want to lucid dream.

2. If I perceive my hands to be stretchy, or deformed, or missing digits - do my dream characters perceive me that way as well? If characters are a manifestation of my subconscious, how does my subconscious manifest ME? Do I look like myself?

Joseph via The Lucid Dreaming Experience Magazine

I woke up at about 3:00am to get a drink of water and then went back to bed feeling very sleepy. I proceeded to focus on my third eye chakra and observed the images dancing there while I cleared my mind of rambling thoughts. Eventually, as I drifted off to sleep, I felt vibrations in my forehead. With a little “mental push” I rolled out of my physical body and found myself occupying a dream body.

Realizing that I was now experiencing a lucid dream/OBE, I became very excited and ready to explore my environment. I made my way through a house that only slightly resembled my actual physical home. I asked myself how “awake” or “aware” I felt. I remember thinking that I felt like “myself” and completely alert. I decided to find my way outside and attempt to fly once again.

I found a large picture window and thought I should try and pass through it to get outside. As I pushed myself through the window, the glass wrapped around me like plastic wrap but, with some effort, I was able to break through. Outside I found myself in a warm summer day, even though the date was actually February 1st. Beautiful, warm summer! I laid back in the tall, green grass and simply enjoyed the warmth and sunshine for a few moments.

I noticed that I was on a busy, suburban street very similar to the neighborhood that I grew up in. There was a festive feeling in the air that is hard to describe. Many people were wandering about and cheerful music seemed to be coming from the sky! I encountered a lovely young girl in a summer dress who acted as if she knew me somehow. As I started to greet her, I noticed many beach ball-sized “Orbs” falling from the sky. These orbs were very beautiful with a variety of brilliant colors creating swirling patterns on the orbs’ surfaces. I playfully bounced a couple of the orbs, all the while feeling immensely joyful.

I next remembered my dream goal of flying. I made several unsuccessful attempts and only flew off the ground a few inches, after which I floated like a feather back to the sidewalk. I have flown before in lucid dreams but for some reason my mental addiction to gravity was strong in this dream. I decided to attempt to transport myself by spinning and changing the dream environment. I thought about my parents’ home up north on the lake and started to spin. When I stopped spinning I did indeed find myself at my parents’ house standing next to the creek. Again, it was summer, but there were no people around.

The house was very similar to my parents’ house but the yard was very different. It was beautifully landscaped and there were several marble statues across the yard. Closer to the lake, I noticed a large statue of an angel standing on a row of hedges. There was a somber yet spiritual feeling to the environment—almost like it was a cemetery. I remember thinking that my parents will not live forever and that I should enjoy them while they are still around.

Eventually the dream began to fade and I felt myself being “pulled” back to my physical body. The joy I felt from this experience lasted for days and it was a reminder of why I work so hard at initiating lucid dreams. I also wondered where we draw the line between lucid dreaming and out of body experiences. This experience seemed to be a combination of both with the exiting of my physical body but then the environment becoming more dream-like. Perhaps they are the same phenomenon experienced on different levels of a continuum.

I will continue to seek out these experiences and explore!

I experienced a short but incredible astral projection/OBE yesterday morning, once I went back to sleep after my alarm woke me from a non-lucid dream.

The day prior, I was reading about a technique:

"Attention between the eyebrows!

Let mind be before thought.

Let form fill with breath essence to the top of the head and there shower with light." (p. 166, From a Hindu Tantra Sutra mentioned in The Lucid Dreamer, Godwin, 1994)

Without me trying too hard, when I closed my eyes to return to sleep, I noticed a bright white-blue light surrounded by darkness. Out of it came a white bat, flying around trying to get my attention. The more I focused my eyes to look between my eyebrows, the bigger the light got and the bat wanted me to follow them into it. I eventually did, and immediately was outside of my body, looking at myself exactly how I was positioned in waking life that very moment, like photorealistic, and from a distance of about 3 feet from me. An absolutely wonderful experience!

In my dream, I find myself in a breathtaking place—an open-air pub with no roof, perched on the side of a mountain, gazing out over a stark and majestic range of bare, gray peaks. A strange mix of excitement and fear swells inside me. I’m about to give a lecture on lucid dreaming to the pub’s guests, and the moment feels surreal—because it is.

Slowly, the participants gather, taking seats on the high bar chairs. As the room fills with anticipation, I decide to step away for ten minutes of rest before the talk begins. I head to a back room in a nearby building. There’s a bed inside. I lie down and almost instantly fall asleep. The moment I drift off, I become lucid in another dream. I look at my hands. At first, they appear normal, but I know I’m dreaming. With effortless intent, I change their shape using only my mind. I fly out the window, smiling to myself—utterly elated.

Then I remember: in waking life, a friend and I had made a pact to try shouting in our next lucid dream. So I yell, “I’m screaming in a dream!” again and again, thrilled by the sheer force of my voice. A thought flickers— Can my partner hear this? Am I shouting out loud in my bed?

Suddenly, I recall that my lecture is about to begin. I decide to wake up—and do. I’m back in the bed in the back room, in what feels like the “original” dream. I’m pleased by how smoothly I brought myself back to waking reality—though I’m mistaken. I’m still dreaming. I return to the pub nestled in the mountain landscape and walk up to the microphone. I begin speaking about lucid dreaming. I sense that my close friends from my regular dream-sharing circle are seated at a table in the back. I can’t see them, but I know they’re there. That knowing gives me strength. Their quiet presence in the audience makes me feel held and supported.

With enthusiasm, I tell the audience about the lucid dream I just experienced—literally moments ago, right there in the next room. I describe how I flew out of the window, shouting with joy. The dream continues as I give a full, rich lecture on lucid dreaming to a captivated audience—inside the dream itself.

Five years later in waking life... I find myself in Athens, Greece, stepping into a rooftop restaurant overlooking the Acropolis—and immediately, a jolt of recognition hits me: I’ve been here before. The open skies, the mountain, the bar chairs—it’s all exactly as I saw it in this lucid dream. My heart races. I’m filled with awe and exhilaration.

Dream Report July 14, 2025

I'm at Stephen's house, playing a video game. (Stephen is someone I've recently decided I don't want to see or talk to for the time being.)

We're not just playing any game, it's a complex fighting game; a combination of strategy RPG + UNKNOWN and 'Mortal Kombat'. An incredibly difficult game.

After playing for a while, I go home. When I get home, I'm bummed, but I don't know why.

At some point, I wander around my apartment. I wander aimlessly.

I thought I hadn't brought a backpack to Stephens, but I can't find it anywhere at home, so that only makes me more bummed.

I brought my PlayStation to his house. Which isn't just any PlayStation, but a more advanced one, a kind of developer's PlayStation, only even bigger. More advanced.

The PlayStation was in my backpack; I have no idea how I could have forgotten it. Maybe I forgot on purpose.

I continue walking around my apartment, entering an empty room.
Suddenly, the realization: THIS IS A DREAM! THIS IS REALLY A DREAM!

And then I thought: "If this is a dream, I can take control!"

At that moment, all sorts of things manifested around me. In a split second, the whole world changed.

A beautiful young woman stands before me. Exactly my type, just like me: extremely gifted, and so incredibly loving that it brings tears to my eyes.

And I'm standing in my dream apartment, a Lamborghini outside the door.

The world around me is the most beautiful world anyone could wish for.

The one I wished for, taking control of my dream.

The people are all hypersocial; friendly, and they all help each other; altruism to the max.

It's the most beautiful world you can imagine.

The colors are intense (everything seems to shine, like neon), the sound is intense (I can feel it). Everything is intense, but not overwhelming, more like: "This is how it's supposed to be."

I'm heading out into the night.

I'm having the time of my life.

I'm driving through the city in my sports car.

I'm visiting parks, museums, exploring nature, and going to clubs.

I feel so good!

Everything fits, a puzzle is complete.

And everything I see: nature, the buildings, the roads, all the objects. It's awe-inspiring. And I feel better and better about everything I see.

((I record everything into my dictaphone. I mumble a lot because I'm very tired. Sometimes I can't hear myself well, so there are many more details, but I can't understand them. At one point, I fall asleep while talking. I hear my calm breathing [which I find funny, and I laugh out loud afterwards]. But unfortunately, I don't record the dream any further because of this. It's a shame, but not really, because what I have in memory is beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. Rereading this piece brings tears to my eyes. And I feel good. Wonderfully good, even.))

This is why I trained for two to three years, on and off.

This is why I wanted to gain control over my lucid dreams.

This is why I quit smoking weed.

Only, everything came too fast, too hard, too much. All at once.

It was great, but next time I'll try not to get completely caught up in everything. I want to have selective control, so that I can, for example, talk to dream figures and ask them for wisdom.

And this will come; it will come to fruition. It's only a matter of time.

End of report.

The lucid dream sparked into white light, and I found myself in a lecture hall teaching a class on lucid dreaming to about 20 dream characters. It was a back and forth discussion between the class and me about interactions within a dream and what it was like to be a dream character. It felt like I had been lecturing for 45 minutes.

At one point, a girl in the class raised her hand and said, "Wait a minute, if I am just a dream character, then how come I can recall a whole life before this moment. I have a husband and children and a whole other life." Since it was an interactive discussion I turned to the class and said, "This is an interesting question; how many of you can remember a life of your own before this moment? About six dream character students immediately raised their hands. Then ever so slowly, as each student thought about it, they began to slowly raise their hands until all 20 had done so, recalling a life prior to that moment. I then woke in amazement.

I've had a few dreams where I tried the reality checks in a lame manor and convinced myself I was awake when in fact I was still dreaming. This forced me to pay more attention to the day time checks.

Two nights ago I had several little dreams when I was aware of things changing. In the last dream I got out of my car in the dark at traffic lights as it wouldn't start. When I turned around to look at the vehicle the scene had changed to an underground carpark and my vehicle was gone.

"I'm dreaming" I said to myself. "Clarity now!" ... and the whole scene transformed into a bright white room and people in CGI graphics. I felt a physical sensation on my chest.

"Don't get excited", I said to myself while I traveled along a black rubber moving walkway down a white corridor. I saw a girl beside me and asked "Do you work here?".

As soon as I said it I thought, "What a stupid thing to say," but formulating words was difficult. She stared talking in a Northern Ireland accent and I woke up.

I was pretty happy with myself.

I’m indoors, talking with a friend who is busy at a desk. I step outside to retrieve something that I decided not to throw out after all. Once outside however, for no particular reason, I realize that I’m dreaming.

Going back indoors, I see my friend, and know that he is lucidly aware, too. I ask him how he feels, and he responds with, “Thoughts so vivid, and I feel the need to make them solid. Can I say ‘solid?’”

“Yes,” I reply, as once more I step outside. For a moment I wonder why he doesn’t come outside, too, then I hear him tell two children to go, as he has work to do. Since he seems to want to work I leave him alone, assuming he is working on thought manifestation—making his thoughts solid.

As for me, no specific task or goal comes to mind—I just want to have some fun, like in my early days of first learning to lucid dream. It’s a nice warm day. I walk out onto a large lawn, and extending my arms out to the sides, I rise straight up into the air, effortlessly. It feels so wonderful to just soar into the sky with no agenda, no ‘destination’—just levitating/flying.

Several times I sing out that I’m dreaming—to help keep the dream stable, and to assist with recall (I often do this in lucid dreams in an effort to help imprint the dream in my memory—I don’t know if it is really effective, but I feel the intent alone is beneficial.)

By now, there are several people below, watching me. I get the impression that they don’t know that this is a dream. For a moment, it is like I’m a kid again, and I show off a bit as I rise higher into the sky. But I quickly lose interest in them and decide instead to run on water—one of my favourite lucid activities that I haven’t indulged in for some time.

Not far from the lawn is a wide river, flowing, but very calm. Descending from the sky, I hit the surface running. I enjoy the feeling of water splashing around my feet as I run easily on the surface. I soon wake.

I recently discovered a fascinating pattern in my lucid dreams that I thought might be worth sharing.

I've had a generalized anxiety disorder for 23 years. At my worst, I couldn't even stand in a supermarket queue without having a panic attack; I'd abandon my groceries and leave.

One of my main reasons for learning lucid dreaming was the idea of consciously giving myself therapy in dreams. I never really got to that stage, yet... or so I thought.

Last night, I had what seemed like a boring dream:

I was in a grocery store. The lights didn't work. I struggled to find items. At the self-scan register, nothing worked; wrong codes, endless errors. The queue behind me grew longer and longer.

In the past, this would have been my nightmare scenario. But in the dream, I stayed completely calm. No frustration, no panic. Just... solving it.

Then I couldn't find my bank card. I even searched for my old one (gold) while the new one (white) was in plain sight. I woke up before paying: still calm, even happy.

Hours later, while writing it in my dream diary (in full sentences instead of the shorthand I use when I first wake up), it hit me: this was an exposure session.

Looking back at my dream journal over the past 2–3 years, I saw the pattern: my dreams keep putting me in situations that used to trigger me; and over time, my reactions in those dreams have grown calmer and calmer.

It seems my subconscious has been giving me therapy without me actively directing it.

This last dream felt like an exam... because in real life, I now react exactly the same way I did in the dream: staying calm, using breathing exercises and quick body scans; the same methods I've been practicing through meditation.

I’ve been on a lucidity drought since the first of the year. A hip replacement with general anesthesia was probably a contributing factor.

In the dream, I’m exiting a familiar Cumberland Farms parking lot after presumably gassing up. Staring at a dirt road leading to a high hill, I’m thinking, “Never came out this exit before; wonder where it goes?” (Probably semi-lucid, but not yet realizing it.) Proceeding to the top of the hill, I see a large stone tenement-style building on my left. Seated on its porch are a barber and his wife, whom I had patronized years ago. Thinking to myself, “So, that’s where they live.”

The scene changes and I’m now standing in a large, rough-hewn stone foyer. The area has two large wooden doors. Everything is incredibly vivid, and it suddenly occurs to me, “This is a dream! Can I somehow use my precognitive abilities to assist mankind?” The thought seems overwhelming, so I instead decide to just explore. Floating up toward the ceiling with my arm outstretched, I’m fully expecting to penetrate its surface. Hitting with a hard thud, it feels very real and impenetrable. “Wasn’t expecting that,” I mutter.

Taking what is believed to be the inner door, I’m now standing in a large hall. The room is populated with all men seated at large, round wooden tables. They seem to be dressed from an earlier era, and the room is filled with the din of many people talking at the same time.

I’m no longer lucid. Not sure what they’re doing; maybe playing poker, but either way, I’m not interested. Exiting another door at the far end, I enter back into waking reality.

I had a lucid dream this morning!

I was in my old apartment (that I didn't particularly like), sitting on the couch with my old roommate in the room with me.

I looked around at how gross everything was and said to her "aren't you so glad we don't actually live here anymore?" And she said "what are you talking about? We live here now." And in that moment I realized *holy cow I'm in a dream*.

Knowing I don't have much time here I needed to act quickly. I wanted to try to use a door as a portal into a different dream because there's a thousand places I would rather be than here, so I tried walking through one of the doors and ended up walking right into my old bedroom, just like how i would've had i actually been there.

Disappointed, I turned around and tried again, setting my intention more firmly but to no avail. Ok ok no big deal, there's tons of other things I can try.

I started thinking of something else I've wanted to do in a lucid dream...ask the dream character something!! I looked at my roommate and asked "what do you represent?" She turned to me and replied "what are you talking about? Did you eat something weird?"

Realizing this dream character wasn't going to give me any answers I'm looking for, I tried thinking quickly of something else I want to try in a lucid dream...ask my subconscious questions!!

I need to go outside where I can be alone and *BEEEP BEEEP* realization hits that's the sound of my alarm and next thing I know I'm awake.

This dream started with a false awakening and then progressed to lucidity when I looked at my phone and my hands in the dream.

I “woke up” and reached for my phone. The time on the screen read 27:00, a number that instantly felt wrong. As I looked closer, I noticed my hand— there were more than five fingers stretching out before me. I had six fingers. I remembered Dad saying something about how, when you’re lucid dreaming, you usually have extra fingers or something like that. That’s when it hit me: I’m dreaming.

At first, I thought I’d text my dad, since that’s why I’d picked up the phone. But then I realized—why text, when I can just go see him?

The world around me dissolved into blackness. I felt my whole body being whirled and pulled, like I was being drawn through a tunnel of nothing. Out of the darkness appeared a single lilac-purple eye. As I was pulled closer, the eye opened wide, and inside of it, I saw my dad. Excited, I told him, “I’m coming to see you in my dream!”

He laughed and replied, “Don’t do that. Otherwise, I’ll wake up thinking you’re at home when you’re not.”

We both laughed at the absurdity of it. The laughter jolted me, and I began to wake. As I opened my eyes in the waking world, I still felt it—that same whirling pull—only this time it dragged me back into my body, sealing the dream behind me.

I don't remember anything before this but suddenly i'm in the bathroom looking at the mirror. I'm not looking at myself in the mirror which is weird but I touch the glass and it ripples like if I was touching water.

This glass makes me realize - hey! this is a dream!

Then i turned around and looked at the bathroom door which was closed. I walked to open it thinking I could teleport through the door if i just thought where the door should lead me.

I opened the door and closed my eyes to walk through the door. When I got through I opened my eyes and could see my childhood bedroom. I started playing video games but it wasn't a game i had played before. I was able to think about the setting and it happened in the game.

Then the dream started to fade, i tried to spin around but it didn't work and i woke up

“I'm in a classroom with about 30 kids. There are windows along one wall, desks, etc. I look at the textbook on my desk and notice that it is for people in the Seventh grade!?. This confuses me and I start to think that I don't belong here.

I turn to my right and see Lanette (the smartest girl in junior high) and I ask her, "What grade is this? What grade is this?". Then something began to happen outside - a storm perhaps. This seems too odd and I shout to everyone something like, "We should all be here!". Suddenly above us a bright light shoots down into the classroom like a spotlight. I fully realize that I am lucid and Lanette and I fly up towards the light.

We fly outside into the neighborhood of tree lined streets next to Central Junior High School. We are manipulating things around us and I wonder about the mechanism of dream manipulations. Interestingly, as if reading my mind, Lanette begins to call out the principles of dream manipulations and flight! At one point she says something like, "Form is the outcome" or "In the form (of your desire or belief) is the outcome". We keep flying... “

Now consider a lucid dream example of unlimited intent, provided to me by a friend. In response to her claim that lucid dreams have “no meaning,” I suggested that she open up to the creativity of lucid dreaming through unlimited intent. I have edited her lucid dream for brevity:

A lion is chasing me. I hide behind a rock. The lion jumps over the rock to get me, and then I think, “Lions do not run free in Kansas City! This is a lucid dream!” Now I stand up, and tell the lion to freeze. I then recall Robert’s suggestion and shout to the dream, “Show me something important for me to see!”

Suddenly a long blue hallway appears. I see a woman with white hair near the end of it, and go to investigate. It is my great-grandmother. She died almost 15 years ago when I was small! We talk. At the end, she says, “Tell your mother to remember the back room in my house.” I say, “What?” And she repeats, “Tell your mother to remember the back room in my house.” I wake.

In unlimited intent, the lucid dreamer asks a question or request which seeks a creatively open or unlimited answer/response. So unlimited intent does not define or specify a response; it leaves the response open.

After the above lucid dream, my friend calls her mother and tells her about this lucid dream involving great grandmother, who wants the mother to “remember the back room” in her house. Suddenly the mother burst into tears, and tells her daughter that the happiest moments in her childhood occurred in the backroom of great grandmother’s house, where all the grandchildren gathered once a week to play and dress up, as kings and queens, etc.

A few years ago, I was sleeping in a guest bedroom at my in-law's home before my wife and I had gotten married. In this very room, about ten years previous, my wife's grandmother had passed away. I had never met her and did not know anything about her at the time.

Here's the dream I had that night:

I wake up in the bedroom and feel a presence in the room. Then I feel the presence sit down on the bed next to me. I am frightened and then I remember that my fiancé's grandmother died in this room. I relax, no longer threatened, but still a little nervous. I then see an older woman standing in front of me. She is clasping a ream of papers in front of her chest. She communicated to me that she's been doing research and has been writing stories. She doesn't speak this: it's just an understanding. She seems excited. I say to her, "Show me," and I instantly melt through the bed and am now flying through a vast misty place. I then see the earth is far below me, and I move through more layers of clouds. I'm flying but not in control—it's like I'm being brought. I am still nervous, especially at the vastness of the spaces—there is a fear I could get lost here. The mists clear and I see I am flying over a glowing red ocean of lava. Then more mists, and I fall through the sky for a long time. I stay open to the experience: I cannot see but I trust as best I can. Below me now is an ocean with blue rolling waves. I land in the ocean and tread water. The sea is active with big waves, and a storm is approaching . . . I wake up.

I told the dream over breakfast the next day to my fiancé's parents. Her mother got very quiet when I mentioned the ream of papers. After I finished, she told me that her mother was, in fact, a writer in her youth but had to give up her dream of being a writer to raise a family. She had often spoken of all the stories in her head that she had never written down.

I first recounted this dream in my book Sleep Paralysis. Interestingly, another layer of synchronicity has revealed itself since I have gotten to know my wife's family more: the imagery of the mists, clouds, oceans that come with this guided journey is very reminiscent of the visions of 18th century mystic Emanuel Swedenborg. As it turns out, my wife's grandmother and that entire branch of her family are all members of a Christian denomination that is based on Swedenborg's visions and his interpretations of the Bible. In Swedenborg's Heaven and Hell, he discusses some of his own heavenly journeys, and he mentions that every person has a "Book of Life," in which all of our memories are compiled, and which "appear in a kind of image when our spirit is looked at in heaven's light." He calls this book "an inner or spiritual memory" that lives on after we die, containing every detail of our thoughts, intentions and actions.

It seems poetically I was given a glimpse into this symbolically-rich world of my future in-laws! Since then, I have been reading Swedenborg with interest and have discovered what an incredible dreamer he was; in fact, he kept what is now considered the world's first dream journal, and he also seems to have suffered from terrifying as well as truly mystical hypnagogic hallucinations.

I have had many dreams of flying or simply jumping high and far, even like flapping my arms in an up-down swimming motion to lift off the ground or like stepping on imaginary steps to get high up. I used to dream of flying very high into the air. Most of my early dreams of flying high always ended with me about to get tangled in power lines. My fear of touching them ended the dreams. And then I remembered that “facing your dragons” was a sure way to defeat them.

My mother actually told me this when I told her that I had dreams of being chased by a lion. She told me to turn around and challenge the lion because it was just a dream. I did just that, and the lion disappeared. One night while flying up high, I decided to touch the power lines. I reveled in the experience of not being electrocuted. And I haven’t had that dream since. Since then, I dreamed of flying up and out into space. But then I thought I would freeze to death. And remembering that it was just a dream and anything is possible, I haven’t even dreamt of flying into space since. It’s like: been there, done that, so what?

My one very lucid dream was a full realization that I was lying in bed dreaming. I pushed my head against the pillow to confirm its presence, and stayed in the dream. I was sitting at a table with a piece of bread on a plate in front of me. Now’s my chance, I thought. What would it be like to eat bread during a dream? I picked it up and took a bite. It was SO REAL! In complete fascination, I turned around to look at a woman who was busy in the corner of the kitchen. “This is a dream,” I told her. She ignored me. Feeling full of power beyond measure, I decided to wander about. There’s so much more to the dream. Lucid dreaming like that is a really empowering feeling.

I am asleep but wake up immediately into my dream. Lucid, I’m under the ocean swimming alongside a massive whale. I have to struggle to reach an eye-to-eye level with the whale, but eventually I do. The whale then emits an ultrasonic sound wave. I follow the frequency perceptually into the depths of the ocean. The distance into the density of the ocean may have been 10, 100, or 1000 feet, I tell myself, and I know it would have been impossible for me to judge distance.

However, I am then told by the whale (telepathically) that too much voltage into the mind is not the way forward, but to soften and regulate and disperse the ultrasonic beam. I return to the surface.

Upon reflecting on the lucid dream from a great distance (many years later), the experience indeed told me what I needed to know, which is that communication is my key objective

Several times I have become lucid by looking at my reflection in the mirror because I realize that that is not the way I really look.

A couple of times, or maybe three, I have seen the face of a Native American woman looking back at me. She is very young, maybe in her mid-late twenties. She has long, thin, very straight hair, with short bangs. Her hair color is medium brown. Her face is very round and full, with small eyes. She always has a very serious, kind of sad look.

I have also seen the face of a man who is not good-looking at all. I felt a little sad for him because I sensed he knows people have judged him for his looks. It is a feeling that makes me uncomfortable; I feel kind of hopeless for him, I don’t know why, and I don’t want to look at him.

At times I have also seen myself with very different hair styles, and these reflections in the mirror have triggered lucidity.

One time I became lucid when I looked around and saw my doppelganger. She looked younger, though, with a ponytail. She looked extremely happy to see me and laughed when she saw my surprised reaction.

This situation reminded me of some exercises mentioned in Mr. Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche’s book about dream yoga. In the book, he suggests it is a good idea to play at changing yourself in the dream. So, at that moment, I stated I wanted to be very small, and I shrunk to the size of a mouse. Then I said I wanted to be very big, and immediately I became a giant. I was looking at my reflection in a mirror while I did all this, and I was laughing the whole time.

Then I said, “I want to see more Johannas,” but instead of my whole self multiplying, as I thought was going to happen, two or three other heads appeared coming out of my neck. The heads all looked humanoid, but they were more like monster heads. I was so amused, I laughed so hard at this. I loved this dream so much!

I'm on a bus. I'm part of a secret group whose aim is for the benefit of all beings and we somehow all have great powers for good. We do not talk about our group anywhere and we do not even have a name, but we know each other and ourselves.

There are women on the bus who seem to know who I am and what I represent. They look at me lovingly but nobody says anything.

In the next scene I am out in deep space flying and zooming around joyfully. This is where I become lucid - no state checks or anything.

I realise that I can create light trails with my body and I decide I want to write a word that will leave a message of hope for all the people. I realise I can't write words with the letter "i" in them because I can't dot the "i" with my trails of light.

I make a three letter word in blazing trails of light. Of course I can't remember what the word is! But it was a simple word maybe like joy or wow or yes. 😂 I'm really not sure.

Then I woke up. It was 1.45 in the morning. I felt extremely awed and grateful and happy about the dream.

Last night I actually used a reality-check in my dream and it worked! You know the one, finger through the palm, that's my go to reality-check in my daily life. But despite having used that technique for years, I never actually remember to do it while dreaming. Until last night!

I don't remember the details of the dream, other than I was pretty sure it was not a dream. I was pretty sure I was awake, but it dawned on me that hey maybe this was a dream. Well that's what reality-checks are for, right? So why not do a reality-check. And so I pushed my right index finger, not through my left palm, but through the base of my left index finger. The right finger slowly inserted into my left finger with the flesh morphing around it as my finger slide all the way through coming out the other side! WOAH! That's not supposed to happen! THIS IS A DREAM!

And so I took off toward a high cliff nearby and lept off and started flying. I was thinking about what I wanted to do in the dream when I felt the dreaded feeling of wakefulness approaching. "No no, stay calm..." But it was too late, I was awake, laying in bed with my eyes closed desperately trying to remain in that in between state of still asleep, yet aware within the dream. But I quickly realized it was no use, I had come completely out of the dream now.

Anyway, just wanted to share that with everyone! YES reality-checks do work! I know from personal experience now!

Thank you for your weekly email. I love reading the dreams you send us. Also how lucky are we to have a zoom call with Robert Waggoner every month! Thank you so much.

My most recent lucid dream was to do with a recurring dream. In these dreams I am always in a vast wild landscape. There are wild animals up ahead and lurking in the hills around me. Some are harmless grazers and beautiful birds, some are predators, lions and tigers etc, and I am very wary of them. I go out of my way to avoid them and feel vulnerable and unprotected.

This time, I am as usual in the wild landscape with wild animals around me. I see a big lion up ahead and feel afraid. Then all of a sudden I realise I am dreaming! I say I am dreaming! This is a dream. You cannot hurt me! and I laugh. The lion moves towards me and I fly up into a tree laughing saying you can't touch me! I feel gleeful and playful. The lion becomes a tiger and starts to climb the tree I am in so I zoom off to another tree very pleased with myself. Then I wake up. This is great, but next time rather than fly away from the lion I would like to talk with him and ask him who he represents or why he appears regularly in my dreams. Maybe even hug him. So now I am holding that intention.

with gratitude and appreciation,

Kiara

She dreamed she was walking through a park she knows in waking life. Across the lawn by a lake, a girl was waiting for her - someone she'd never met before, almost ethereal looking.

But the instant they saw each other, they connected telepathically. No words. Complete understanding. She knew this person's entire soul, and they knew hers.

Diana said it reminded her of what near-death experiencers describe about the Other Side. And in the dream, her one thought was: "FINALLY no longer alone."

That kind of dream stays with you.

Last night I had the most clear and vivid lucid dream. This is the second time I have had one.

The first time I realised I was dreaming, I tried to break a door - and it worked, but I got so excited that everything started to vibrate and I woke up. After this I read a few articles on lucid dreaming and read that if you get too excited you need to calm down or you will wake. That was about two years ago.

Last night I saw something odd and thought, 'I think I'm dreaming,' and almost immediately everything started to vibrate. So I sat down and tried to relax and it worked! Everything settled down but it felt like I had woken up, but when I looked at my hand it was distorted and my fingers looked weird.

After seeing my fingers look so strange I realised I was still dreaming. I thought, 'Well passing through walls is impossible so if I'm dreaming, I might be able to do it.' I then pressed my head into the wall and started to pass through. It felt strange - the only way I can describe it is like the same sensation from sucking a penny, kind of like an electrical tingling sensation.

Next, I tried flying but it didn't work straight away. At first, I was like a hovercraft just barely above the ground, but after a while I felt pressure on my chest and I could go higher, but as soon as I felt like I was going to fall I would come back down to floating like a hovercraft again.

I was also able to punch through walls and even manifest other people but for some reason I did not think to try to change the scenario. I don't think the people had faces or I can't remember them.

I felt like I woke up a few times during all this but every time I checked my fingers they were distorted again, so I knew I was still dreaming.

In the dream it felt like a really long time had passed. It was an unbelievable experience and one I did not try to have on purpose; but what's more strange to me is this happened last night and I can still recall almost all of it clearly!

I am documenting my full history of lucid dreaming experiences, characterized by structural precision and recurring symbolic elements.

1. Manual Construction and Architecture. I possess the ability to consciously build the dream environment. This includes constructing floors and walls with high precision, similar to a digital building system. I am fully aware of the architectural logic during the process.

2. The Ivory Elephant and the Color Spectrum. A profound experience involving a large elephant made of pure ivory. From this figure, a vast and vibrant spectrum of colors emerged, expanding to cover the entire visual field of the dream.

3. The Organized Vault and Mental Filing. A recurring setting consisting of a vast room with clean, white shelves. These shelves hold meticulously organized items, specifically diamonds, crystals, and various precious jewels. It functions as a visual catalog of information.

4. The Threshold Observers (Statues and Skulls). Within these structures, I frequently encounter ancient-looking statues and skulls. I observe them with complete emotional calm and zero fear. They appear as permanent, silent fixtures or guardians within the subconscious space.

5. The Emerging Country and the Fuel Mission. A high-stakes dream where I was running toward a land that was physically forming in real-time. I needed to reach it to obtain "fuel" or energy. The experience was governed by a strict 6-minute countdown.

6. The Burning Engine and the Timed Pursuit. A dream where I was running at maximum speed, pursued by a large, flaming engine. This intense pursuit coincided exactly with my real-world 6:00 AM alarm, reflecting a race against the waking moment.

7. Tactile Materiality and Physical Sensation. A consistent focus on the "feel" of objects. I can sense the specific textures of the cold ivory, the hardness of the jewels, the grit of the stones, and the fabric of the carpets. The sense of touch is exceptionally vivid.

Conclusion. These dreams are not merely fantasies; they are highly structured environments where logic, time-awareness, and sensory detail are interconnected with my physical state and daily schedule.

I finally had my first real lucid dream.

My journey started back in April 2023. I took a year off practice in 2024, then got back on track. On the night of January 17, 2026 - it happened.

Before this I had about 25 brief lucid moments, but they were extremely short. A few seconds at most, always right at the tail end of a dream. I had never really tasted what a real lucid dream feels like.

The realism is sensational. The level of detail is unbelievable. It looks as real as waking life. It is just the best thing ever.

Here is how it went...

I was sleeping in my bed and kept feeling something poking my left shoulder. I opened my eyes and it was dark in my bedroom, but even though I seemed awake, the poking continued. Something was off. So while still lying there, I pinched my nose and tried to breathe through it.

It worked.

I immediately sat up, knowing I was finally in a lucid dream. I stood up and instantly fell through the floor. I just kept falling and falling while still being in my bedroom. I stayed calm and tried to say "stabilize dream now" but I could only whisper. I said it three times. Still falling. Then I remembered to rub my hands together. There was a strange force field blocking my hands from touching, but I pushed through it. Once my palms connected I could feel the friction just like in real life. I whispered "stabilize dream now" one more time and the falling stopped.

I opened my bedroom door and found my friends in the kitchen drinking beer. My buddy opened one for me and tossed it over, but threw it short. It bounced off the floor without breaking or spilling and I caught it on the first bounce. "Nice catch," my friend said. I took a sip and it was incredible. Better than any beer I have ever had in waking life.

At one point I wandered into another room where a kid was watching TV. I looked at the screen and there was text, but the letters were all jumbled and rearranged. So it is true. You really cannot read in a lucid dream.

Eventually I wanted to fly, so I headed for the front door. But when I opened it, instead of going outside I ended up in a completely different house. Before I could figure out what happened, the dream quickly faded and I woke up.

That dream was more than amazing. It was the payoff for every bit of effort I had put in since 2023.

Consistency is the key. Keep journaling your dreams every day. Keep doing your reality checks as meaningfully as possible - quality over quantity. Believe in yourself and you will lucid dream too.