lucid

Into the Wild

I am in Southern Oregon, in the Red Buttes wilderness, camping with some friends. It is a beautiful summer afternoon. Everyone is doing their own thing and I go to the campfire and see that the salmon steaks that are on a spit are almost done.

I go off to find everyone. They went down the trail that goes South. I walk down the trail and it goes over the summit of a mountain pass and then I am in Northern California. There are redwoods all around suddenly. I am with my friends now and we walk down to a beautiful mountain lake and we decide to go swimming. The edges of the lake have an underwater shelf or ledge so it stays pretty shallow for ten feet or so and then drops off into deep waters. This place is similar to my special place, but it is not the same place.

There we are, swimming in the water, all four of us. On the opposite beach we see four birds: A turkey vulture, an eagle, and two owls. If I were lucid, which I am not, I would look for Darkmatters. Maybe he is one of us four, but I don't know who the other three people are, just that they are my friends.

At the same time, the four birds launch and swoop into the water and swim towards the four of us. Raptors can't swim, can they? But they are swimming. When they get to us they reach out their claws and each one takes one of our hands and leads us back to the opposite shore where they were. Now they sit in the shallow water upon the shelf but they are one giant bird with four heads: an vulture head, an eagle head, and two owl heads.

We get out and explore and we find that there is a bunch of discount outlet stores here! Darn it! I thought I found a remote place in the wilderness where no people go. I tell my friends that the salmon is probably done and we should head back to our camp. But they think I am just making excuses because I am scared of the wilderness. They want to go shoe shopping.


Another Into the Wild

I am kayaking in Alaska with some friends. We kayak up to the edge of a huge glacier. The ice is very beautiful - the way the water is lapping at the edges, making ice caves underneath the glacier at water level. The aqua-blue-white of the ice and the layers of translucents and opaques and the way the light plays with it and the water. So beautiful and peaceful.

Spoiler for big pictures:

I look up. The top of the glacier was WAY up there. It was massive. It reminds me of the cliffs of the Na Pali coast in Kauai, but made of ice. So awesome was this mountain of ice that I became a little nervous should a chunk fall off on me. I did not want an iceberg to fall on me. Also I know how icebergs explode when they land in the water, the same way ice-cubes crackle when you put them in a drink. So I kayaked a safe distance away into the ocean. Then Lo! The Humpback whales arrive!!!!

Spoiler for MORE BIG PICS:

A few times they have showed up in dreams past as harbingers of lucidity.

My friends and I get out of the water just past the glacier and park our kayaks. We knock on the door of some cabin/inn in this fishing village. A man answers the door and invites us in. He is a friend of someone in our party and we are to be his guests for the remainder of our time in this town. He looks at me suspiciously. We take our boots off and sit down and have coffee. Our host reminds me of Cliff's roommate (Cliff is an old friend of mine whom I worked for and his roommate was an asshole. He only ate redmeat, nothing else, and he claimed he was a master healer, but his place was filthy and smelled horrible and had flies all over it eating all the leftover steak grease).
I don't get a good vibe from our host. He gets it into his head that I am having an affair with his wife.

Spoiler for The cabin and the jealous guy:

I tell him "No way, man. Relax! I wouldn't fool around with a married woman, and I wouldn't betray your hospitality that way, and besides, I just met both of you two minutes ago."

He grumbles something and we all start making music. There are other guests there who are musicians as well. I pick up a guitar that is laying there. I am looking at my hands and seeing which frets I am playing. One song has these chords: C/E7/A minor/C7/F9/E7/A minor/D9/D9, F9/G+,G/C/G7. Just a blues song. Now I notice that I have chocolate syrup on my hands and I stop playing. I am confused, how did I get chocolate syrup on my hands?

The guy got up and grabbed the guitar and yelled at me. He yelled "THAT is my WIFE'S guitar and I don't appreciate YOU playing it without asking me." I look over at his wife and she obviously was enjoying the music I was playing. He shoves this homemade instrument into my hands to play instead. It looks like a broken piece of plywood with metal springs and things attached. He thinks that I won't be able to play it because it is a piece of crap, but if you know me you know I can make music out of anything. It sounds beautiful.

I am beginning to get angry with this alpha dude because I have no interest in his Eskimo wife. So I look down at my hands playing this fucked up kalimba when I suddenly realize that my hands, this instrument, this whole scenario is just a dream! I look over at this angry guy glaring at me and I felt such love for him and compassion because he is so threatened by me and insecure because he thinks that he actually exists separately from me; he doesn't realize that his nature is emptiness and he is just a part of a dream.

I knew he wouldn't understand it if I tried explaining it so I turn to CNDR and say: "Let's get out of here." I take her hand and we teleport to a tropical beach and there are the humpback whales in the water. Then I wake up

Spoiler for Farewell Whale:

It all started last night as I lay in bed with my mind wandering like a tumbleweed through an old ghost town. After a while I start focusing my mind into a point while relaxing my face, my jaw and the rest of my body.
I start sinking into deeper levels of relaxation. I become aware that I am in a hypnogogic state when I notice I am watching a pickup truck driving down a driveway, kicking up dust. So I focus on my dream task, which is to dreamshare with CNDR.

I am on the verge of WILDing and I sense many possible dreams to step into all swirling around me. I am invoking CNDR's energy and feeling for it. Then I see glimpses of her: her arm, her hair, her silhouette against the moonlight coming through the window. I smell her and her hair. I hear her saying "Is it working?" or "It is working!" Or something very similar. Keep in mind I am not in the dream, but trying to completely fall asleep and enter the dream. But my monkey-mind starts getting excited and I try to calm it but the swirling wheel of dreams recedes a little. I can no longer see or hear or smell my dreams but I can still feel CNDR with my feeling sense. But eventually my mind comes back and starts wandering as the dreamtime slips away.

Organic Mechanic
I go hang out with a musician friend of mine (Greg) and a friend of his at a hotel lobby. Greg's friend wants us to stay and watch Emerson, Lake, and Palmer play a show. I don't think that I will stay, it costs to much and I am not a fan. But Palmer is a good drummer.
I notice that Greg's friend is vacuuming my car. He is vacuuming pieces of broken glass and I notice my windshield has a hole in it. Damn! He tells me he saw some shady guy break into it. I take the car to an auto body shop and ask them how much it will cost to fix it.
Mechanic: "What happened here?"
ME: "Some asshole broke my windshield"
Mechanic: "Don't worry about it. We'll take care of it. There's no charge"
They started working on my car. Hey that is very nice of them to fix my windshield for free! I am going to recommend this place to my friends. But how can they afford to fix it for free. Surely they will have to charge me for at least the cost of the new windshield. I get the bill back and it is $500! I start talking to the guy and he says:
Mechanic: "This is how much it would have cost if I had charged you. This is for my hourly rate, as well as the hourly rate of the guy who made the windshield and the guy who delivered the windshield and the guy who made the glass for the windshield. You see, when you pay for something you pay for everybody who had anything to do with it, and they are all taking advantage of you because they are motivated by profit. But if they all realized like me that there is no such thing as money, the world would be a great place."
Me: "Hey, thank you! I will definitely recommend you to my friends"
Mechanic: "I am the Organic Mechanic

KAUA'I DREAMING

I am in Kaua'i swimming in the ocean! The beautiful tropical sun is tanning my body and the sea breeze is filling my lungs. I hear the sounds of surf and the smell of coconut and guava. The white sand beaches are brightly reflecting the sun. I am kayaking around the island with Kayak Kaua'i (In Waking Life I used to Work for Kayak Kauai). We are out on the part of the ocean that goes around the corner of the Kalalau valley into the Polihale.

Kalalau:


Polihale:


The current is strong here and the fish are gathering. I become lucid. The owner's son, who is one of the guys with us, is a real asshole, and has always been an asshole to me just because he thinks he is the shit because his Dad owns Kayak Kauai. So I summon a shark to get him. A shark comes and heads for his kayak. He starts screaming and I am laughing. But then I remember to love my DCs so I decide to turn the shark into a dolphin. Now we have dolphins all around our kayaks out there in the ocean. But I am feeling a little mischevious so I turn the dolphin back into a shark and the guy freaks out agian. Then I cahnge it back into a dolphin and the guy relaxes. But he had lost his oar! He couldn't paddle his kayak and he starts drifting out on the riptide. I throw him my oar and I use mind power to power my kayak. It is like a motorboat or a jet ski, but all mind power! I get very involved with flying through the ocean on my kayak with the dolphins all jumping and spinning and racing me! I love dreaming!

Pickle Frog Song

A little while later, I am back on land in some Hawaiian town hanging out on the lawn in front of some grocery store. This is not lucid. There is a little boy singing a song and picking his nose. The song goes:
"Pickle Packle Peek-a-boo, Pickle Packle Peek-a-boo"
but maybe it sounds more like "Picko Packo Pee-a-Boo"
I really like the song. CNDR comes up and I say "He is singing about his pet frog!" And CNDR starts laughing and we are both laughing joyously. The kid is very cute, picking his nose while he sings. His sister comes up and they both are chanting "Pickle Packle Peek-a-boo"
CNDR and I go into the store to buy some pickles but the owner tells us that they are all sold out since those kids started singing that song.