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    Dream Warrior and Explorer of the Dreamplane

    1. 27 Apr: looping

      by , 04-27-2014 at 12:11 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I'm attending my guru's teachings and a sequence of odd experiences happen. At some point he plays a drum in a certain beat pattern, without explaining its importance or decoding its meaning. Then he leaves his seat and a midle-aged lady student moves in to play the drum, trying to recreate the same sound. She thinks it's ike a mantra, that we can replicate to help our meditation. But she doesn't play it right. I feel some uncomfort, like knowing she shouldn't be doing it, but it's not my business to decide that, so wat I do is correct her and guide her to play the right beats. At this point I feel my guru's eyes on the back of my head. I turn around but he isn't there. I also leave.
      Then I am with my guru, but the timeline is not linear. I left with him and a group of select people who will stay with him for the next hours as he meditates and eventually doozes off in a more private place. He sits in the middle and we sit around on mattresses. We will be there supposedly for 17 hours, meditating and sleeping. At this point the lady hasn't plaid the drum yet, but then we hear the sound. The guru is a bit upset. Not only it disrupts this quiet moment we're meant to have, but this drumming sound is a sacred sound that shouldn't be plaid by just anybody. From this place here he sticks his eyes into the back of my head on that room, knowing all too well that my good heart enabled that lady to play that drum.
      So he closes his eyes, but he also gets out and personally ensures this lady is punished with temporary incarceration on a cave nearby. I just know all of this because I see it all happening in my mind. As soon as he leaves the cave (and during all that time he was just sitting straight, eyes closed in front of me), I sneak out from this room, to go see the lady. i feel guilty, because I encouraged her to play and taught her the right beats, so I should be incarcerated, not her. I sneak out of the room silently, everybody is meditating eyes closed or sleeping, so I assume no one seems me going.
      I find a way to communicate with the lady inside the cave and to say I'm sorry for her torment.
      I can feel the presence of my guru, of course he knows I'm there, the whole time we've been in more than one place at the time and our actions seem to be all interconnected. She is me and I am him and he is me and I am her. He is smiling from afar.

      Updated 04-27-2014 at 01:05 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. 28 Feb: Haunted by demons

      by , 02-28-2014 at 10:54 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I had watched some youtube video about all the satanic symbolism in music videos and performances of so many artists nowadays. There's always been people saying that rock is evil and shits like that, but the connections they made were really far-fetched. But you look at so many of the pop stars nowadays and you don't even have to work hard to find metaphors for satanic stuff, they are just so straightforward about it. I also watched some of these video clips, who are said to brainwash you with subliminal messages and I wondered if you watch them with a strong aware mind, do they still affect you? Probably something, but not as much as if you're a zombie consumer with no control of your own mind.
      Anyway, all night I was haunted by demons and visited by the devil himself. Not my first time, but it is always unpleasant, to say the least.
      Throughout the dreams, I keep fighting blood sucking demons, some more like vampires, some more like dragons, who chase me and my friends, coming out from every dark corner. They try to lead us down some tunnel or cave, which at first we thought it could be a safe refuge, but then as it goes deeper and darker, the more demons seem to appear. So I push everybody out and we barricade ourselves in a house. But the demons are sneaky and can shrink to fit the tiniest openings and enter the place. I am almost bit by a tiny black dragon-like demon, but I kill it.
      Then they seem to all go away. Me and a couple of friends spread to different divisions of the house to check the windows and see if they are gone, but then I hear something horrible. I run to meet my girl friend and she is hanging from a dark shadow in the ceiling by her instestines. She is still alive, but clearly in shock and agony. Then my male friend also appears and screams in terror. Then the dark shadow drops our friend on the floor, instantly assumes a vampire like shape and attacks him. Bites him on the neck, then rips his scalp off and finally chews off half of his face. Now I am in shock and nauseated and I can't react.
      The he assumes a human form and approaches me slowly. He seems to be enjoying whatever plans he has for me. He moves around me, at the same time terrorizing and seducing me. His hands are green with sharp claws and he explains, that he will rip my chest off and pull out my heart. I can already feel the pain but he doesn't go through with it just yet. Instead, he drags me to a room and bends me over a bed and says he'll sodomize me. I feel drowzy and strangely aroused, but I'm still thinking in the back of my mind how I will escape this.

      That's when a loved one appears in the dream. I hear the voice of this person from outside the bedroom and I regain my strenghts. I must protect this person at all costs. The demon seems to have been caught by surprise to, as he loosens the grip he had over me, mental and physical. I kinda realize that I can just walk away and by denying him his power over me, he is indeed powerless. So I just walk out of the room and I escort this person away from here. And then it all ends and I just wake up.
      So I guess it's true that these videos and music can lead you to dark places. It's the power of suggestion. Some would say, no magic there. I would say, it's just different wording. No matter what you call it, what matters is the effect produced. Weak, suggestionable minds will let themselves get caught by it and even if they are not aware of the grip over their subconscious, it is still there, creating fear, submission, acceptance of shadowy domination without resistance. So, beware of what you listen and watch and idolize, because it is not innocent and playful, it really shapes your mind.
      Categories
      nightmare
    3. 5 Feb: Tomb raider

      by , 02-05-2013 at 03:35 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am part of an expedition which found some amazing old ruins on a cave. Some of the men turn against me and a trusted friend and want me to find and give them some artefact which can control that place. I do not cooperate and they start shooting. I hide behind a vertical metallic sarcophagus and as I avoid the bullets, I recognize the carved shapes on the sarcophagus as instructions to activate some mechanism to get the artifact. I need to put back in it the head of the person whose body was originally inside it, but where is the head? With the shooting, there is some collapse of the cave, which opens a line to an area of plants in which I take cover. In the middle of the plants are several mummified heads. I find the right one, which belonged to some king. I take it and put it inside the sarcophagus. In exchange, from a hidden door in the sarcophagus comes a mirror, surrounded by pearls. I hide it in my clothes and I run to an exit. Meanwhile the shooting continues and they found a way through the debris to me. Now the cave is really collapsing and as I run towards the exit, I see secret chambers with treasures opening up. I still have time to pick up another jewel, a necklace with a pendent, which is on a pedestal at the entrance of a chamber. And I escape.
      In the nearest town, my friend, whom I thought had died, surprises me and tells me the bad guys are still after us and his plan to go away. But it's too late, we're surrounded by them and they tell me to hand over the necklace, which they saw me taking and think is the artefact they want. I pretend I don't want to but then give it to them and they go away all happy. Then I tell my friend they took the wrong thing and he smiles.
    4. 4 Feb: Riding the dragon Orion, performing a miracle and much more

      by , 02-04-2011 at 05:57 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

      22:30

      “The tourist” meets “Indiana Jones” meets "An Adventure"

      I’m inside an alternative version of the movie “The Tourist”. The cover of the agent played by Angelina Jolie is blown. I am the guy played by Johny Depp. She meets me at some back alley when she is being chased by two bad guys. We fight them but we lose and we are kidnapped.
      I then get out of the body of the guy and I am just my own self. I follow them into some tunnels of mines. Like in Indiana Jones, I am on one of those cars on tracks, going deeper and deeper into the mine. I end up on some gallery which opens above some big cave, with openings to a cliff over the sea. I am being helped by the kids from a Portuguese book collection loosely inspired on Enid Blyton’s books. At least, the group resembles the one from those books, although the only DC which is really clear to me is the geeky guy.
      We come up with a plan to pretend we are ghosts – making sounds, dropping things on the bad guys, etc – hoping to confuse them and scare them away. It has some effect, but it is the police, which ends up arriving, who captures them. Meanwhile the parents of the kids came along with the police and the kids fear their reaction for having got into such dangerous situation. But the police calls them heroes so the parents go easy on them.

      Running tests
      Fragment of a strange LD which started as a thriller and which I use to run some tests on the power of genius intuition vs. logic reasoning for solving a case and the effects of love and passion over something else.

      1:50

      Stray dogs
      With my dad walking a street. We see a stray dog who seems lost and is walking dangerously in the middle of the road. My dad says he wants to turn some other way, because he can’t watch if the dog gets hurt. I say that we should help him. I run to middle of the road, but the dog runs away from me, not facilitating the rescue. There are cars coming, so I decide to teach him in 10 seconds to fear the road. I scream and scare him away from there. He only feels safe from me when he is on the sidewalk. I hope it will help him in the future to stay out of the road. Then I get on a bus with my dad and we see some lady attending to some other dog who has been hit by a car. It has his guts out, so I don’t think he’ll survive. I tell my dad we can’t avoid meeting with violence or death, even if we try, so it’s better to just face it in the eyes and do our best to help those in danger.

      3:00

      Deceitful red-head and burglars
      Talking with some friends through a cell phone conference, to arrange a meet-up with dinner. I walk through a city, which feels like Lisbon. I am with two other girl friends and on the phone are some guys who are kind of rockers. They say they want to dine at the Hard Rock Café and I think sarcastically “How original...”
      My two friends are walking a bit further away from me, at some distance from each other. I stop a bit to arrange details about the dinner when I see a really nice wooden medieval door on my left, half-open. I get half-lucid and my curiosity takes me inside. It’s like a stone paved patio with houses around, but with a ceiling. It’s very dark, some purple lights illuminate slightly the windows from the houses around and the ceiling has those LED lights which replicate the effect of stars in the sky. I see some stairs going from the right upper corner of the patio to some unknown place. I’m curious about where it leads, but I want to go back and meet my friends before I lose them. I turn and bump into one of them who followed me there. She says we should go see what’s at the end of those stairs. I agree but what about the other girl? She doesn’t know the city, she’ll get lost. She calls her on the cell phone, to meet us there. Then we head to the stairs, but some attractive red hair girl comes in our way, asking for our purses. I ask if I can take my camera and she says yes, but the rest stays there with her. Hum, ok. Then she leads us through a side tunnel at which end is a card box on the exit to a backstreet. I find that weird and ask if that’s safe. She guarantees it is, because she is always there. No she’s not! What about when she goes inside to bring people here? I find that really odd. I ask, what about some number tags so she doesn’t hand the bags over to the wrong people. Then she hands us some stickers with numbers. I’m still not happy, but I look at her one last time to try to feel if she’s trustworthy. She looks beautiful, elegant and competent. I decide I’ll have to trust her. Usually it’s easy to know who not to trust. The opposite is harder. As soon as we leave and she thinks we went up those stairs, she gets outside to meet some van full of guys. But I actually stayed behind sneaking on her. She hands them something and leaves and the guys get out of the van and head to the box with our purses. Oh no! I run and drag my friends with me to meet those thugs. We keep them off our stuff and try to protect other people’s stuff too, but they are too many and start slapping and pushing us around. I notice there’s a lot of grocery bags in the box, so I offer them the food if they leave the purses alone. I think they agreed, because in the end, I’m checking which food is in there and distributing it to them.

      5:00

      Just want some peace of mind
      With my BF on some very straight lined building, like a museum from the fascist period. For some reason I feel uncomfortable there and with him, so I try to get away, First slowly, so he doesn’t notice, but then a bit faster. As soon as I am outside, going up some staircase, I decide to fly away. But all I manage is to hover a little bit. I try harder to levitate and as I do it, I become lucid.
      I finally manage to fly high easily and by seeing the terraces over the buildings down below, I chose to sit on one and do a short meditation practice [I decided to try to remember to do it on every lucid I have, even if then I go do something else.] I sit and make a prayer to Guru Rinpoche. I also try to visualize him, but instead what happens is that a bunch of DCs appear sitting by my side, chatting and pushing me, really annoying me. I kick a girl down the building, thinking that she is just a product of my mind, trying to distract me. But I couldn’t help feeling bad for using violence. The doubt in my mind opened a breach and all the DCs jump over me, attacking me furiously. I fly high again trying to get rid of them. I sit at another rooftop. I repeat the prayer and I see the blue orb light I saw once when invoking the medicine Buddha. It is steadily coming in my direction. I’m thrilled but also wondering what it is and why it is coming at me, since I didn't summon the same entity of the last time the blue orb appeared. So many questions make it go away, by making a U-turn and disappearing to where it came from.
      Once again, there are DCs by my side, but these are quieter. On my right side is the geeky guy. I ask him: “By chance, are you my DG? Because you’ve been a lot in my dreams these last few days.” He doesn’t reply, just smiles mysteriously at me. Then some really big guy appears out of nowhere to attack me and I decide this dream is over, I can’t do anything here without DCs beating me up.

      Resuscitating a baby
      I go through the dream fabric, like my DG told me to and it works so well again! All goes a bit dark, I feel my body in SP and I think maybe I'll try out an AP. But I forgot exactly how to proceed and I precipitate to just another LD.
      I find myself in a tiny cubicle with a door in front of me and a lady by my left side, telling me to please go inside. She opens the door and I’m at some surgery room on a hospital. There are two nurses by the side of a surgery table. They look somber. A white sheet covers a very tiny body and they carefully remove it to show me an inanimate baby. They look at me as if they expect my help, but I wonder what I can do. Then I am drawn into passing energy to the baby through my hands. One of the nurses asks me not to touch him, so I do it at some distance from his body. Very soon after he is regaining colours, looking refreshed and healthy and he even talks! The baby repeats “Aleluia! Aleluia!” and I think how freaky that is. The nurses thank me, with tears in their eyes and the lady who brought me in takes me back to the cubicle where I first arrived and closes the door behind me thanking me for the miracle.

      Spicy underground pub
      Everything gets a bit dark again and I feel myself floating through the ceiling and arriving at some other place. The first thing I notice is a kind of comic book hanging on a wall with hand writing on it. I take it down and go through the pages to decipher the message on it. It says something like “You have the opportunity to make a difference. There’s someone (?) who is going to be accused of terrorism (or to be victim of terrorism) and you can help preventing that.” Then it says a location and even some websites for more info, but I just get lost and almost wake up trying to memorize all that data. [On waking up the info didn’t made any sense, although coherent and the place existent. The only web address I could remember led me to a porn website (LOL).]
      I try to stabilize the dream by looking around to where I am. It looks like a bar, a bit dark and spicy. The name of the place is pictorial and phallic and three guys there tell me people call this place by names like “little dick” or “hardon”. I conclude the websites I saw on the paper were probably related to this place and not to the message I read, which could be just a big joke anyway.

      Riding a dragon
      I then see a tiny door on the left wall opening briefly and some weird looking guy with horns peaking briefly. Then the door closes again. I go there and knock. A muscled guy with horns appears and asks what I want. I ask back who is he. He says he’s a dragon caretaker and that he was just peaking but won't go in, because he has to go back to his dragons. I feel excited with the possibility of being around dragons and I ask him if I can see them and ride one. He smiles and says “Sure!” I enter and he closes the door. It is again some kind of small cubicle, and there’s another opening right opposite to the door. I see a dragon’s head peaking and then going away. I go check it out and I see a cloudy sky below me and dragons flying around. The guy calls the dragon back and I ask him “How shall I ride him? How do I command him?” He laughs and tells me “Don’t worry, they speak English.”, “Ah, ok.” The dragon reappears and offers me one of his horns to grab. I do so and then jump to his back. I ask him if it’s ok to grab his horns, he says yes, but I decide it might be uncomfortable to him, so I hold on to a kind of bonny collar he has around his neck. He then plunges downwards and it’s the most amazing lucid thing I ever did! Wooohooo, I’m riding a dragon!!! He flies above the clouds and then we go under the clouds and I see green planes with lakes all over. When things are calmer and he is flying at cruise speed, I ask him is name and what is this place. He says he’s Orion and this is Souldart – I ask him to repeat the name of the land and I understand it clearly [but on waking up, I’m not so sure, it sounded something like Souldart]. He then takes me over some city. The people are beautifully dressed in tunics and they live in what look like fancy roman villas. The dragon takes me across some patio sided by white stone columns and with a rectangular shallow lake in the middle where some kids play together under the care of a lady. He tells me this place used to be magical but it is now dying with the end of the old religion. I want to ask more, but as we slide through the air and I formulate questions in my mind, the dream fades and I wake up.

      7:00

      Updated 02-04-2011 at 06:25 PM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    5. 30 Oct: The Samsara allegory

      by , 11-09-2010 at 10:28 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

      21:30 GMT – sleep

      Bird-fish
      A little orphan bird transforms into a fish and I help hit learning how to breathe inside the water.

      Left behind by an Indian

      On my way to catch a bus on a terminal. Being guided by an Indian guy who disappears in the crowd. Then I don’t know which bus I have to take. After some walking around I find him (who now is a she, dressed in a sari), on some bus stop. I ask why he/she disappeared and she replies she thought I had seen where she was going – in her eyes I could see she couldn’t care less if I’d find her or not.

      The Samsara allegory

      Hiking with my BF, we encounter a waterfall. The rock walls around are very white and I see some niches were people have left incense, jewels and candles. Behind the waterfall, a bit to the left is a tunnel, which looks like an entrance to a metallic bunker inside the rock. My BF decides to check it but I prefer going to see these niches on the right side of the waterfall. For that I have to escalate the rock, for there is no path and I end up falling on the water, which fortunately is just one meter under me. I climb up the rock a bit further down river and find a shop, precisely selling incense, candles and some artwork of spiritual inspiration. I spend some time there admiring some objects but then realise my BF is not coming back from the tunnel, so I decide to go after him.

      I follow the tunnel and end up in a place from where a few corridors go in different directions. I go into one of the corridors and see more corridors and many many doors. I realise I will easily get lost if I don’t use something to mark my way. So I go back and then come with something to write signs on the walls.

      After just a few corridors I encounter some guy and I ask him how big is this maze. He seems to be a pro and he tells me for an experienced person it takes 4 to 5 hours to find the exit, but if one is naïve it can get stuck there for ages. He tells me inside the maze we are assaulted by all kinds of hallucinations that makes us forget why we went there in the first place. I tell him I’m just looking for my BF and I will keep that in mind. But next corridor, when I am alone, I am already experiencing hallucinations. The corridor is totally submerged by a sudden torrent of water. Surprisingly I can breathe under water, but then a group of sharks appear and they start biting me. They are not big, but they still hurt me as hell, and there’s blood all over. I am feeling desperate but then I see some turbine on the wall, I turn it on and they are sucked and shredded into pieces. Then the water disappears and I remember it’s all an illusion and keep going my way. I then come across a school. The teacher seems more like a military instructor and all the students are adults but are terrified as kids. Someone pushes me inside the classroom and makes me sit on a table. Then the teacher puts a test in front of me and I look at the questions and they make absolutely no sense. I could be there for ages and I would never get it right. But I’m told I will only be allowed to leave this place when I have answered correctly to all of them. I realise that could take eons! I see on the table my BF name carved, which gives me hope – he has been there! And he escaped to somewhere!
      Then I am planning my own escape, which doesn’t seem so difficult – after all it is only a classroom. But someone tells me that running away will activate some maze cops which will hunt me down and bring me back. I manage to escape but I had to keep on the move or the cops would find me. After exiting the school I encountered job "areas". Like some postal delivery company or a paper factory. This one almost got me, because as soon as we would enter these areas, they would catch us, make us work and after a while we would not remember having done anything else in life. I saw people working there and their boss yelling at them because the red paper sheets had 1 or 2 mm more than the standard measure and they had to do it all over again. And these people were totally obsessed and worried about this as if there was nothing else that mattered. I slipped through an then I passed by a gym. I saw lots of totally fit people working out really hard, suffering enormously, and their instructor kept saying “You’re still fat! You sit all day on your desks and you get fatter and fatter. Keep burning those calories!” And they all looked just fine, so I thought “This is nuts, they don’t recall anymore that this is just an elaborate hoax, a mind trick.They totally forgot where they came from and think this is all there is.”
      I saw cops a few times, but I learned about backdoors and shortcuts between different maze areas, so I managed to avoid them. At some point I encountered a small group of people who were aware of the nature of this place, but they’ve been stuck there for so long that they lost some perspective. They didn’t know anymore they just needed to be aware of the hallucination and look for the exit, so they had come up with all sorts of stories on how to escape it. There was a guy totally obsessed about turnips! He had concluded in his life that some turnips with strange shapes, had magical properties and if he got the right amount and combination of them, he would be able to prepare some kind of magical elixir that would free him from the maze. He insisted that I tasted a turnip he had just found. He cut a slice and offered it to me. It was just a bland raw turnip. I wanted to help them, but they were so deluded and I was on a mission to find my BF, so I kept going.
      By now I had everybody after me: cops, school teacher, gym instructor, bosses... I hadn’t found my BF but I was close to the exit, so I decided to just leave before they’d get me. I was cornered on a shop with plates and bowls and other kitchenware, but I could see a corridor that would leave me to the exit, just a few metres away. I threw plates at them as they were slowly closing me in, but they finally caught me. They grabbed my arms and legs and they abused me physically in all sorts of ways, from violence to sexual harassment. In the end I started bloating like a balloon and the gym instructor was laughing devilishly and saying “See, you didn’t work out, now you’re fat! You need to go to the gym!”. But I never forgot about exiting the maze. I kept seeing the door on my mind. I kept visualizing it. Imagining geting closer and closer and then an emergency exit just materialized on the wall in front of me. I remember feeling their grip a bit looser and thinking about running to the door and then I woke up.

      5:20 GMT