apurtell

I had another vivid lucid dream last night. I can’t remember it all so clearly now, but at the time it was very vivid and real, and very long. I think I came up a staircase to a building with glass doors. I went inside, and when I did, somehow I knew I was dreaming. I walked through a doorway into what seemed to be a classroom. There were students sitting at desks to the right of me and the teacher’s desk was on the left (the teacher was a woman).

I started looking around at everybody, and remembered that the next time I had a vivid dream I would ask for direction again. I went to the front of the classroom and decided to meditate a moment to make my intention clear. I simply stood there at the front of the classroom, in front of everybody, and held my hands to my sides with my pointer finger touching my thumb to make the circle used in mediations, closed my eyes and focused on the moment.

When I opened them everyone was looking at me. I turned and asked the teacher where I should go. She didn’t hesitate in pointing to a door on the opposite side of the classroom from where I came in. I went out that door and it led outside. There were people walking around like it was a campus. There were cement stairs (very wide) leading down to a sidewalk and grassy area. It was sunny outside and the nature looked like it would here. There were trees in full bloom, all green and beautiful. I noticed to my right there was a building that was about the same size as the one I was leaving, but had a distinctive style to it. It looked more important. It didn’t look like a study hall or classroom so much as kind of, not castle like, since there were no real spires or anything and it was small, but it was white and I think the windows were surrounded by a hazy blue coloring? There were trees around it. It looked welcoming, and I had a feeling that was where I was suppose to go.

I asked someone in the crowd (some people were carrying books too) where I should go and they pointed in the direction of this building. I couldn’t be sure that’s where they were leading me, so I asked again and got the same response, so I started walking. I don’t remember actually going into the building now, but I have a feeling I didn’t just appear inside, like I actually had to walk up and through a door.

When I got inside, there was a wooden desk by some windows overlooking the courtyard area thing. I don’t remember a lot about the rest of the room now, but at the time it was very vivid. I remember everything being as real as it is here.

There was a woman behind the desk and she greeted me. I felt like I should hurry because so much time had passed and I thought I would wake up soon and didn’t want to miss out on what I was being directed to. I think I asked her what I needed to know or something along those lines and she just looked at me. I said something along the lines that I was in a hurry because I was dreaming and didn’t want to wake up so she needed to tell me (not my exact words). She patiently looked at me and stood up and asked me, “Are you really?” And I said, yes, I knew I was dreaming. She just looked at me with all that patience and asked again if I was sure I was dreaming…because this was no dream. I knew intuitively what she meant. That while it wasn’t my “regular” life, this too was real.

I studied some of the objects on her desk, picking one up and kind of rolling it around, feeling it in my hand and thinking about this for a moment. Weighing how real everything around me was, and it felt like that was all the reality there was, besides my remembering I had another life (although the specifics weren’t there for me, almost like trying to remember my dream now here, remembering my life would be the same?).

She told me that this was just as real, but I knew it was obviously different from my other life. She came around the desk and said everyone here was real too. I asked her if they were dreaming or dead then, and she said they were all “dreaming” too, but not dead.

I wish now that I would have asked more questions or asked her to specify what she meant since they all seemed to be going to class and doing “regular” things as opposed to having a dream quality to them. But at the time this didn’t occur to me as strange from a normal dream and I didn’t ask. I only remember fragments from here, but it didn’t jump around in my dream. I remembered more when I woke up, but I didn’t write this all down right away. I can only say that events unraveled as they would here, from moment to moment.

At some point someone else was in the room too, but I can’t remember who. It was a woman, but I don’t remember anything else. I don’t even really remember what the woman I had been talking to looked like. I’m pretty sure she had light brown hair, maybe wavy, and about shoulder length. She wasn’t thin or fat, just kind of solid for lack of a better word. She was older than me, but didn’t appear old, maybe motherly. I would say she was quite a bit older than me, but her face didn’t appear old at all. She had a, not “husky”, but calming voice. A knowledgeable voice somehow.

I remember going to the wall to the right of her desk (facing the desk, since that’s what I had been doing) and the whole wall was missing. It just opened up to the elements outside and dropped off over the trees (it was up high). The three of us stood looking out at this view. There were trees and crops, and the sky was so blue. She was explaining to me that here we could control the weather, so the crops always got what they needed, and people always got what they needed. She had been helping this other woman practice to make the rain start and stop and they were going to demonstrate this to me now.

I still knew it was a dream, and I asked her how things didn’t get messed up. She asked me what I meant, and I asked how the weather could be any one thing since it would seem that many people would try to change it at the same time. While I don’t remember her exact answer, I got the impression that this didn’t really happen often, so maybe people had the same goal as to what needed to be done? Maybe these people all worked together? Anyway, we sat on the floor in front of this space, in silence, and this other woman was suppose to concentrate and make it rain. I decided to try myself 

I sat cross legged, in meditation pose, and looked out at the land and felt that I wanted it to rain. Within seconds the rain started to fall outside. I could hear the drops hitting the leaves of the trees outside. I didn’t necessarily see clouds roll in, the sunlight just seemed to become less, or dimmer, and the rain fell from the sky. It was a very full but calm rain, coming straight down. After about a minute I felt that I wanted it to stop and it did, and it was sunny again. I don’t know if I done this or the woman who was suppose to be practicing did, but I felt it was me, but decided not to comment on it, and these women didn’t either. I remember feeling proud of myself though, that I could do this.

I remember another moment where we were suddenly riding a wave. We had been looking out over the land, and then we were talking about something, and when I looked again it was a wall of water and I could feel us tilting and knew we were riding a huge wave! I still knew I was dreaming and wondered if I should be afraid, but I wasn’t. I just went into it and rode with it. I didn’t feel wet from the water, only the sensation of riding the rise and swell of this huge wave. I think there was a loud rumble somewhere, but I can’t be sure. It just felt powerful and big. And now I don’t remember landing or how it ended; only that it did somehow. I’m not sure why this happened, only that my “teacher” was still there with me somehow even though I couldn’t see her, I could hear her voice at times. Maybe it was a lesson on what we can do in a dream? Just a thought.

I also remember being in another kind of room with other people. Not a lot, but a few. They were trying to teach me how to fly in this “dream”, and I couldn’t do it. We were standing in a room with wooden floors and wooden walls, like a big cabin. A few people were trying to teach me how to rise off of the floor. They were standing there with their hands to their sides and would kind of appear to stiffen their bodies and just rise off the floor. As hard as I tried I couldn’t float. I knew it was a dream, and remembered how I had tried to walk through walls in other vivid dreams and failed somehow. I told them I just couldn’t do it. They argued that I could, I just had to try. I wondered out loud if my energy here might be dwindling too much since I had been here so long now. I noticed that we all had a ball floating in front of us, and mine was smaller. This was supposed to represent our energy for abilities here, and I don’t know how I knew this. In my dream I somehow remembered another vivid dream where someone had taught me that this was what these were, a representation of how much energy or ability we had while in dream state. The woman who had been teaching me was in wonder at this since it was something she hadn’t known. I don’t remember now having a dream that told me this, but in this dream it was something I remembered very well. I compared mine to a child’s standing next to me and showed them how much smaller mine was than the child’s, and they agreed that they could see how it made sense. (Mine had maybe a 6 or 7 inch diameter, while this other was over twice that size).

Another moment, I was sitting on the floor by a man at some point. He was about my age and seemed really friendly. I commented on how my ball of energy was the same color as his, green. I could pick his up and look at it, and then I tossed it back to him smiling. I don’t remember now, but this was another thing we had in common together since I had noticed something else earlier (can’t remember what now), and he smiled at me. I think we talked, but I’m not sure what we said. There was a child near us and his ball looked like a beach ball in color and size.

At some point, although I hadn’t been able to fly, I was determined to make it work, so I decided to try another tactic. There was a drop off in the room, a type of ledge that overlooked another level, and I decide to jump off of it and try to fly from there. I knew it might hurt if I fell, but I though it would be ok since it was a dream. I took the dive and started to fall headfirst (this whole dream was in first person of course since it felt as real as here, it was all through my eyes as it would be in reality). I tried to concentrate on flying and it didn’t want to work. I felt myself waver a bit, like maybe I could shift direction but not go up…and finally I felt myself rise before I hit the floor!

This all happened in a matter of seconds, but it worked! I flew up and around the room, and I felt so free! I held my arms back so I was flying face first around the room, and it was a very large room. I think someone was flying with me, but I don’t know who. They weren’t flying along side me, just somewhere else in the room. I was so happy, and it felt so good. This is what it felt like to fly! I could feel the air around me, and my whole body would get tingles of a pleasant sensation as I was flying. I flew up to this huge long mirror along the ceiling and saw myself reflected back. I think I looked as I would here, at least that’s what I remember thinking, but I can’t be sure in comparison now since I can’t remember exactly what my reflection was. I know I had long brown hair, but I think I may have looked a little younger than I do in real life. In my dream I felt it was an accurate reflection though, so I could be wrong about that.

Even knowing it’s a dream and feeling the reality of it and knowing of your “other life”, upon awakening, you realize that your thoughts and memories don’t always match the ones you have here. This realization is strange to me. How is it that while dreaming remembering your “real life” can be as difficult as remembering your “dream” upon awakening? I mean, I knew I was dreaming this whole time, not once did it waver and let me forget where I was and what was happening. I think this was the longest dream I’ve had that I can remember where I knew I was dreaming. It was wonderful! That’s all I can really remember right now. I may remember more later. If I do, I’ll add it in as I do 