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Morning of April 6, 2014. Sunday.



This was a night I went straight into fully lucid dreaming and could not help it at all (mild but pleasant sleep paralysis). There are a few different sections. However, none of the dreams were scripted in any way (although I did use pulsing for several hours prior, primarily tulpa beckoning). I find that thinking of a familiar song with a persistent riff will sometimes automatically keep you in a lucid state even if you cannot technically hear it in state. This one was quite intense; an amazing level of lucidity I hope to enhance even more in the future.

The first part was a bit shorter, and I was awakened by movement (my spouse) as well as outside noise. It is how one type of dream has started since earliest memory. I am in a very wealthy-looking room (related to the wooden floor style and so on) and with no other people around. I am present, but without body (my “floating” form). As I float around in “orb” form, I study the beautiful designs in the floor and walls and window types. The only furniture is a beautiful antique table and three bentwood chairs, a little more elaborate than in reality. I know I am dreaming and in “orb” state (which is just a bit beyond “stopped” hypnagogia), so I start to mentally focus on “allowing” myself to become more “in-dream”. My lucidity increases more and more, and the dream “tunes in” with even more fullness and clarity. I almost have a body now. There is a light breeze outside. I notice the French doors are open and I can see a few leaves fall at about a forty-five degree angle.

As I am standing there, in a state of peace and bliss, my thoughts drift just a little and one of the bentwood chairs rises in the air and “straddles” the other one at an angle, but with only a mild scraping and clacking. The rest of the furniture starts to move very slightly and mostly a noise outside takes me out of sleep. This “moving furniture by will in a mostly empty room” has been going on since earliest memory, but was most common in the early 1990s.

Later, I am in an unfamiliar outside environment. I walk up to an incredibly elaborate matte black wrought iron double-gate. Its complexity and beauty cause me to almost forget I am dreaming. I look closer and see a large black rose also made of iron. The rose is about head-height and seems to be part of the locking unit at first.

I become aware that my breath blows out onto the black rose and I actually see it “ignite”, that this, the lower petals glow red, like fire. Several tulpas in elaborate costumes (most with the typical complex tiaras and unusual clothing material in combined transparent and opaque layers) are near me and I sense an overwhelming love. I am not sure if my breathing on the black rose was a good idea, but the petals fly off like ash and float through the air as the embers become dimmer and transform into black butterflies with red spots.

From there, things go a bit weird. More gates appear, moving up and down, each a little different than the previous and each about five feet from the previous.

Over time, I notice the ground rising in certain areas. It becomes a bit more rocky, and about three shades of red glow up through various sections of the ground. I then realize it is about fifty-percent lava and about fifty-percent dirt. I am not concerned. I know I am dreaming and quite stable for the time being. I watch more and more lava push out into the areas near the gates. I take a deep breath and soon, the lava starts to cool and oddly enough, very tiny streams of ice cold water start spraying out from the solidifying lava just like a garden sprinkler. It looks a bit silly (sort of like “fake special effects”) so I start laughing…