Dream 1: I was at some kind of store, with my mother, and purchased a chocolate bar of some description. Across the street there was another store, the name began with "K" Dream 2: I was in my school's metalworking shop, cutting a few pieces of steel on one of the shears - which was positioned on top of our CNC plasma cutter. There was also something about paper templates. Dream 3: There was something about someone going around and "corrupting" people - also, for some inexplicable reason beyond "dream logic" everyone was apparently an anthropomorphic fox.
Updated 04-09-2013 at 01:27 AM by 62260
Finally joined the Taste Club! I was away for the weekend, and I usually end up having LDs when I'm in a different bed. I was tossing and turning alot, so it was perfect for an LD. I was having a non lucid about my 11th grade English teacher, Ms. Pasqual. She was a biaaaaaatch irl, and in the dream too. So we were all in class, and I don't remember what she did to get the whole class angry with her, but some students grabbed her, held her down, and told me I could bite her finger off. So I took her hand and put the tip of her index finger in my mouth and bit down. I bit down pretty hard, and began to hear and feel a crunchiness. As I was biting, I thought to myself "Hrmm, what does this taste like... kinda salty.." Oh shit, this is the Basic Task, I'm lucid!!! I was so happy, so much so that I decided to be more kindhearted and let Ms Bitch keep her finger. But I wanted to taste something else, so I looked around the classroom. There was a large, wooden pepper-grinder in there for some reason. I picked it up and licked it. It tasted like salty wood. I wanted something more interesting, and found a box of crayola crayons. I told the class that I'm going to be tasting these crayons, and that their flavor will correspond to the color. So I grabbed a key lime crayon out of the box, and it tasted like lime! Only a bit sweeter, like key lime pie or something. The white one tasted like coconut, the blue was blueberry, the red was watermelon (I actually debated for a moment making the red apple or cherry, and the green would be watermelon, but I had already made green the keylime), and it was a really pronounced watermelon flavor. So fun, but I woke up right after that. I actually DEILDed back into the classroom unintentionally, and went for a red crayon, hoping to make it taste like cherry, but then I woke up again. Fun times
Dream recall from today's nap, pretty long dream but i couldn't recall first part in detail, also became lucid near the end but didn't recalled waking life memories, like, at all, so ended up just wandering aimlessly... I was on some kind of huge island and i was in some kind of organization. There was a city and we had out base in bunker that was located in one of basements. We had some storage with various weapons, and we were also discussing various things. A few times we were going on missions which were happening in various locations on the island, i recall one of them was happening in some natural area, other in the city, another was happening in some arabian town and another somewhere underground(can't recall mission details though sadly). Between missions we were discussing more things and i was also visiting some classes that were built below the bunker. Also at some point i found some guns in the storage and was curious why we weren't using them earlier, considering we were using melee weapons. Later our bunker-base got attacked by some enemies but we successfully defended it. Then we had a discussion and there was mention about some famous warrior-invader that was capturing land for himself all over the world, and that he was coming for this island. We were worried, but the day was over and we went to get some rest. Next day, the island was captured by that dude and we couldn't do anything, and later his helper arrived at your base and said that he was taking one item of value from every person on this island for some kind of sacrifice. That helper looked surprisingly like one of my classmates from when i was at school ages ago. Then he left and we had discussion about this, we weren't sure what was the minimal value, so i decided to use pen as item that was randomly in my pocket. We also decided not to fight him, because we didn't wanted problems at the moment but we were planning to bring him down later after finishing some other important thing. We went to the underground classrooms, and apparently the warrior dude was there and everyone was bringing items there. That dude looked really strong and warrior-like, we got items but helper said that pen is not enough of value, but that we still had time to get another item. I went to search for other item in storage, we found some gold bars, but we don't wanted to use them, so we stopped on another item that was some kind of mechanism. We got it to the dude but before i could leave someone in the room shouted my name, i heard warrior dude and his helper were talking about that he apparently had grudge on someone with that name, but he could not realize that people can have same names. He shouted that i should come, the exit was blocked so i pretended that i didn't heard his discussion and just came, on the way i silently grabbed a couple of random items, that were apparently rulers. When i got closer, he suddenly attacked me with... some kind of triangle rulers that had blade on one side, rulerblades? I blocked attack with the rulers i got, but they broke almost immediately, i dodged towards one of tables and there luckily was another pair of those rulerblades. I picked them up and started attacking too. We were blocking each others attacks, but soon i missed some attacks and i was hit, but it seemed like my body was like made of stone and i didn't took much damage. I started to be more offensive in my attacks and soon i managed to land a few hits too, but he was not damaged much as well. We fought for a while but in the end i managed to defeat him and then i fell unconscious because was too tired. While 'dreaming' while unconscious, i was watching some kind anime named 'S3E3' about some futuristic city, can't recall much about it though. Then i woke up, i was in the same room where fight was, but there were alot of people and apparently some historians were talking about the past events and about S3E3 apparently too.I spontaneously realized that i was dreaming, but for whatever reason i decided not to do reality check. There also was weird ink on my clothes. According to what historians were talking about, apparently that battle was literally years ago and that the land remained under control of that dude anyway because he apparently won? I told them that it's not true and they were annoyed. I ignored them as they started tantrum and left the room, someone shouted that i 'ruined all the classes' and i was wandering around bunker hall not sure what to do, soon dream faded out. I woke up in some large room, it was dark and i couldn't move. There was huge balcony on the second floor of the room and at the balcony there was weird anime girl. She looked at me and then i woke up properly.
[color="darkslateblue"]I was in a house, it had 2 exits, I think. Both exits had a black, talking cat guarding it, I wasn't allowed to go outside. I stood up before one of the cats [/color][COLOR="seagreen"]and realized I was dreaming. What could go wrong, the cat is powerless. I went through the door, it was nice outside, even sunny. There was a man on a horse, he threatened to shoot me with his bow-like weapon if I walked past him. [/color][color="darkslateblue"]Lost lucidity, I walked around the house for the rest of the dream. Apparently there were some people buried in the basement.[/color]
Morning of April 8, 2013. Monday. I am walking through an unfamiliar area near a woods on the edge of a small town. I am with a stranger that reminds me of Harrison Ford, but there are a few other people in the area, including Carol (an older half-sister on my mother’s side). I notice some jets flying overhead, as well as a small UFO, which looks like some sort of very unusual jet. I point out the strange maneuvers and flight paths of the aircraft as they turn to one side, go around a tree, and come back again. I cheerfully expect them all to crash and my anticipation and confidence grows that they will. One soon crashes in the far distance, causing an explosion and resulting fire. The UFO (which I actually suspect to be some sort of small military aircraft) comes very close to us, but there is no threat. It continues just past us, crashing to the ground and sliding slightly. It is not very big, the main section not much bigger than a metal garbage can lid, but it does have small jet-like wings. I am able to understand that it has a computer chip in a particular location. I walk up to it (it is mostly still in one piece and of course had been unmanned - in fact, too small to carry much weight) and reach down (there is still a bit of fire and smoke near some parts of it), and pull out a computer chip that slides out and is about the size of a stick of gum, although thicker. We walk to other areas. I am happy I have the chip, but we need to stay away from government or military areas. Somehow, though, we are near Area 51, but it is in an urban area in my dream and thus not really isolated. The UFO conspiracy theorists that try to get in are said to be “missing a week” by other people; something to do with 52 weeks in a year and Area 51, “missing a week” being an expression for a person who believes in aliens and is “not all there”. Each UFO is a result of the government activity in the region and their controlling of agriculture. The chip I have was made to release harmful chemicals over certain fields to destroy certain crops as well as fertilize and help certain others, thus interfering with the livelihood of certain farmers in the region. I notice a group of about five military police of various ages who are annoying an innocent family at a farm when I go in, but I remain unsure why the military are present. The family is sitting at a kitchen table not having done anything wrong, and I am aware of the misguided bullying of the MPs. One young man pulls out a matte black gun for no reason and points it at a dark-haired girl. I take out a screwdriver with a partially transparent orange handle (seemingly my weapon of choice in recent dreams) and hit him fairly lightly on the top of the head with the handle, making a strange hollow metallic sound that is almost musical, with a sort of organ-like tonal delay and even a chorus effect in the 440 Hz range. He immediately falls unconscious, sprawled on the floor near the corner of the table by his intended victim. The other military officers do not even seem to notice and casually go on with their business elsewhere, ignoring their man lying on the floor. I notice that the lid can be slid back from the chip on one side, and I see that there are tiny smooth and oval radioactive stones of two sizes in an alternating larger stone and smaller stone geometrical pattern in three or four rows. There is more talk on how the government is using UFOs, which are small unmanned jets of a similar shape as the original Romulan Bird-of-Prey design. I had a model of one as a child, having gotten it for Christmas. There was minor prescience as is often the case, but relating to something Zsuzsanna had heard. A woman came up to her (a local who has a house full of cats, believing it is her duty to take in every stray). The woman made a comment about how she liked the name Gabrielle (without knowing it was Zsuzsanna’s middle name), mostly in reference to another name that was not really similar. She then made a bizarre comment about the ground being poisoned. I think it was around the same time I was writing this entry.
Updated 04-05-2018 at 06:58 AM by 1390
06.04.2013Fix Yourself Instead of Fixing Others (WILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID We're in a room, the fancy hotels that would have a large glass window that let's you see the city and beyond. I'm wearing a blue polo shirt and black jeans, I tried not looking at her for a while and decided to focus on something rather than her. I don't know why, things felt awkward, so I continued to look at the darkness over the window. The room we were in was at least 200 feet or so above the ground. I didn't focus on the city itself, just the darkness. The moon is beautiful just using peripheral vision, it illuminates the bland structure of this simulated city. Eva: You know looking at the city is not really real. Me: I just wanted to enjoy the view, even if it's just simulation. Eva: You didn't come all this way just to look at a city, or the sky, or the moon. You came to see me right? Me: ............. Eva: Don't be shy, there's nothing wrong with you wanting to see me. Wait, are you afraid of what people will think about you just because of me? Remember what happened to those people who mocked you right? They were just distractions, they prevented you from having fun, even though you knew it was all a dream, and not reality. I turned around, ignored the city view and decided to sit at the edge of the bed Eva was resting on. The bed is kind of hard to describe, all I know is that there was a bed, and that it consisted of a dark maroon color with different shades of red. The bed was comfortable, but I just wanted to sit at the edge before things get too comfortable in this room. Me: They were my friends Eva. Eva: Sure they were your friends, but they didn't really take your behavior too kindly. You let them drain all the kinds of fun you could've had. I slowly turned around to her, slightly irritated, but she was clearly right. Instead of trying to argue, I decided to let her give her own opinions on how I reacted towards these people. I felt a complete sense of privacy within this dream, only one person to really focus on. There was a brown desk to the right of her, and it had a lamp shining with a hue of yellow. The base of the lamp was a laminated brown marble texture with mixes of white, gray, and milky yellow. Eva: Come a little closer. I decided to just freeze and not make a move. She takes the dark maroon bedsheet and gets closer to me. Eva: I'm just kidding silly, come on, lighten up. I still didn't know what to do, I decided to just let her take action. She's just wearing a black bra and underwear, and she gets closer to the left side of my shoulder. She wraps her arms around me and we stayed like this for a few minutes. I started to phase out, slowly feeling her presence around me. The feelings were mixed, and I decided it was best to let whatever happen, happen. She broke the silence and went back to the topic on my experiences with friends overall. Eva: You spent more time satisfying these people more than being pleased with yourself. As long as you had an emotional bond with them, you respected them no matter how they looked like. You even allowed yourself to almost fail college just so you can help another friend out. Me: But she really had a difficult time... Eva: Yes, but you're not responsible for her life. Me: But she was my friend. Eva: Do friends almost make you fail college? Me: Tch.....you really are honest aren't you? Eva: Isn't that what you wanted me to be? I closed my eyes and thought things over, it was the first time in a long time since I talked with someone in my dreams where they struck a nerve on me a few times. I realized I shifted my perspective back to myself near the glass window, except this time, I was bracing my back against it. I had my left leg up forming an "A" and had my right leg completely stretched out. I decided to look at the bottom of the bed with the dark maroon sheets hanging all the way, almost touching the floor. I still didn't want to look at her directly, but at least have her in my peripheral vision. I did it so that I would have more focus on her because I would be forced to see her presence. She gets off the bed and slowly walks towards me. I looked down on the dark red carpet with random circular designs. I get a bit anxious, but I quickly realized that I'm being a wimp for nothing since this is just a dream. Eva: Come on, she wanted you to have some fun for yourself, there's no point feeling depressed about her, she has her own life to worry about. I'm back at the edge of the bed again, focusing on her with my peripheral vision once more, and she sits to the back of me, spreads her legs and locks them around my waist. She moves her arms under mine, wraps them on my stomach and places her head on my back. Eva: Instead of trying to fix others, try fixing yourself. You shouldn't feel awkward around me, I'm just trying to help you. You're thinking about the worst case scenarios, and you wonder why it's so difficult for you to find me. You're already aware that this whole experience is within the confines of your mind, and you shouldn't let other people's opinions affect what you want to do with your life, both in waking and dreaming. Those same people who tried to change you ended up leaving you and forgetting about you, they focused on their own lives, and you should do the same. You realized that no matter how much you wanted to help people, that virtue has its limits. There's no point in trying to cleanse a person of their doubts and guilt, there are just some things people want to hold on to because of the memories behind them. I'm sure most people have at least one experience that they regret, and they let it drag them down. You shouldn't try to help them fix their problems if they're consistently showing that they don't want to forgive themselves. What hope is there for a person who doesn't want to help themselves? The only thing you can do is to simply have faith that they will make the right decision. You have to try your best and keep pushing forward, and I'm more than happy to help you. If you really want to live your dreams, you have to be willing to make difficult choices, even if it means forgetting your friends. It also means allowing yourself to change in order to accomplish those goals, there's no point letting other people drag you down; don't become too fixated with their lives that you forget about your own responsibilities. Do you even know what you want to do in the future? Me: [*editing that part out*] I just want to continue pursuing knowledge and developing myself, is that so wrong? Eva: No, I didn't say it was, but I.............. editing that part out >_>
Updated 04-08-2013 at 07:09 AM by 47756
12/16/11: Last night, I had a dream that Osaka was having a dream. In the dream, Osaka was sitting in a room with a sophisticated guy, and there was some cake on the table in front of her, so she goes for it. But then, the sophisticated guy leaps at her and gets her away from that cake. Then, the whole scene goes to white and then reappears with Osaka on a couch with the sophisticated guy on a comfy chair with a tea table in the middle, and the rest is white, like a few scenes of Azumanga Daioh were drawn. Osaka is like, “But why? Why won’t you let me eat my cake?” and the guy says, “Bad things will happen to you if you eat that cake.” Osaka then leaps for the cake with her spoon and takes a bite, and the scene goes to white again to reappear in a similar scene with a few of Osaka’s friends dressed just like the sophisticated guy. Osaka is tired of this by now, so she just keeps on eating that cake, but never gets more than a bite, because the scene keeps rematerializing. Finally, she’s in a really wide fancy hallway leading to the exit of whatever she’s in, and between her and freedom are three of her friends dressed sophisticated-like, one with a top hat, one with a monocle, and one with a cane. I only specifically remember Tomo being one of them. Anyway, Osaka books it to the door, and the cane person throws the cane at her, it hits her sideways in the back of the neck, and it carries her flying into the wall just above the exit door. Just then, my alarm woke me up. ._.
Took Nyquail prior to bed because I am having a lot of trouble sleeping and my sinuses hurt. I have been taking fish oil, vitamin B complex, and vitamin D. The dreams I had were very vivid. I was running away from a group of people. I don't know why. I was with a parent, although I don't remember them clearly; they were not one of my parents from real life. Eventually, I think they got caught, but I was still free. I was in some sort of super large apartment complex. I came across a playground and decided the slide would make good cover for hiding in. It was a weird thing with 4 slides all connected in the center, no ladder, and a "lookout" tower on the top which was sort of a solid tube with holes in it. The only way to get up it was to climb up a slide. I am not lucid but I control reality somewhat without understanding what I'm doing. The bad guys naturally know the slide is somewhere I'd hide. They climb up the slide. I crawl vertically up the lookout tube, hoping I can hide above them and they won't look up. They do. I cause the slide to become super slick so they lose their traction and slide back down. I know this isn't going to work in the long run so I rewind to earlier (before I hid in the slide) and choose a different route. Instead of hiding in the slide, I run through a bunch of brambles and heavy bushes and brush, making myself insubstantial enough to not be slowed down by them, while the people chasing me have to stop and fight their way through. It works. I get to a high school. The dream shifts. I'm now one of many kids in the school. My class is full of normal kids, and one kid who is an elf or an alien or something. I'm also some kind of space-elf or whatever. We never go home; we all sleep in our classroom on little cots. In the dream, I am waking up. I took a nap or something on my cot. For some reason, I'm completely naked and I feel overheated. (I have been having some issues with a sudden fever/overheating at night so I highly suspect that I actually felt really hot in real life) and apparently, I tore off all of my clothes in my sleep (I have also done this in real life). The sensation in this dream is extremely vivid. I can feel the fever on my face and the sweat on my skin. More distinct is the feeling of being completely naked and sheets moving over my skin. When I woke up from the dream, I was fully clothed and nothing in my room had been disturbed - normally, reality would intrude at this point in a dream and even though dream logic tells me I am naked I can still feel my clothes on my sleeping body. It would have been a cue to lucidity. This dream was so vivid, however, that it overrode that. I don't care about being naked, I just get up and dress myself. The other space-elf-whatever is embarrassed for me, though. We're all supposed to go to some sort of formal dance or prom later, we've all got dresses and formal clothes and stuff. There is a mental flash of being there and dancing and then I'm back in the classroom, understanding that that's supposed to happen in the future. We head outside for gym class. New dream. I am riding a bus. I'm riding it with my mom or... somebody. All of the bus stops are old houses and apartments that I used to live in. I am supposed to stop at one specific apartment but I don't want to, so I don't pull the wire. Mom doesn't either - she either forgets or expects me to. She complains that we'll have to walk farther to get there now. I don't intend to walk back at all, though. We get off at a stop that's sort of like a strip mall. Mom wants to go shopping. I've been looking through job listings, and there is a job at an airport nearby carting luggage around and retrieving heavy luggage for people. I decide that I don't want it. Shift. I am in a hotel room. I'm waiting for a friend there. There are advertisements on the TV. There's some sort of phone/remote control that lets you select TV programs and order room service. One of the specials is some kind of dinosaur show and a special bed they will bring up to your room. I don't want that; I just want to go to sleep, but I fall asleep with the remote and roll over it, pushing a bunch of buttons. I wake up worried that I may have inadvertantly ordered something, and there is a message for me. I play the message and listen; the guy talking on the other end sounds like Captain Sisko from Star Trek. It's just an advertisement for their stupid dinosaur show thing (which is for families with kids anyway). I wake up.
I wake up, but I can't move. WTF, I am dreaming, my dream body can always move. A glowing light... I sit up in bed, a stickiness on my face, web? I am suddenly falling, and now, a cold wet stone floor, and bones. I see... Bilbo Baggins? He tells me to sh... I fall asleep. *** I am on the Moon. I wake up in the Healing Glen, of the Moon. Raven is lying in a hammock strung up between two coconut trees nearby, sipping coconut juice. "Nice hammock you made here, Nomad. Much appreciated. So, is this what Hawai'i is like?" "Sometimes," I smile. "WinterFae is sleeping in the Balancing Pools. She turned into a mermaid and fell asleep." "Was I sleeping?" "You were having a nightmare, but you woke up. I think you had sleep paralysis." "Huh? How can I have that in a dream?" "Don't know." (to be cont'd)
Dream 1(fragment): I was playing a video game about warriors of some kind, maybe samurais, and there was one level in dark city. Dream 2(fragment): I was on dreamviews and we were debating with paigeyemps and some other dreamviews members who of us has enough power to defeat certain kind of enemy that was attacking us.
I don't really remember much, but at one point I'm able to run down the street on all fours fairly easily, and there's this group of gregarious people who I expect wouldn't like me, but I'm still really afraid about what they'd think of me, so whenever they can see me I stand up and walk on two legs as if I'd been doing it all along. To my surprise, they seem to like me or at least tolerate me, and they give me a dirty brown rabbit plushie (which I had just seen in Homestuck in real life). At some point, I was talking to some people in this blue tent, and we were talking about how wrong something or someone was about what they thought about Harry Potter. Someone said that the person thought that Dumbledore was on antidepressants, which we all thought was ridiculous.
Greetings Doodben! Thank you first for blowing some dust off this old thread; it's nice to know that someone is still paying attention to it. Sure, I'm happy to offer up a few answers for you: Originally Posted by doodben Q1: from what I have read this is very much a process and there is no absolute paths to achieve it, it will take a good deal of time with much trial and error, which I am fine with. But if you were to restart from the beginning of your lucid dreaming life what would you start with and what would you have cut out to make to make your path as efficient as possible? If I had to do it all over again, how would I do it? Probably in the exact same way, believe it or not. I think the inherent inefficiency in not really knowing what you're doing or where you're going is a very valuable tool for developing self-awareness: if you're alone on a raft in a strange sea of unconscious information and images, it's much better to figure out for yourself how to navigate than to have someone do it for you. This is especially true in the case of dreaming, which is by its nature extremely personal and perfectly subjective -- sometimes the efficiencies, like the endless parade of techniques that wander across these forums, can do more harm than good... in other words: sure, you might get a lot wrong on your own, but an outsider stands an excellent chance of getting everything wrong. When I first started seriously doing this stuff I studiously avoided books and other information on the subject, for fear it would corrupt my vision and send me on a dead-end path. In retrospect, I think I chose wisely. For instance, I think that if the internet existed when I was 20, I would have risked abandoning my slow, time-consuming self-awareness work for some of the sparkly-shiny techniques, machines, and supplements that everyone talks about, thus missing my chance to "get it right." I also might have taken the all the hype surrounding crap like "SP" seriously, and forgotten that it's the dream that matters, and not the noise. Aside from keeping my global settings intact, I can think of two things that would have helped me: First, I always wanted a guru... someone who was already "there" who would guide me through example, encouragement, and maybe the occasional kick in the pants. He or she wouldn't have to teach me anything, only keep me treading a narrow path from which it was so easy to stray. Speaking of that: The other thing I would have liked was to have had the wisdom and experience I possess now back when I had a sharp, fully-functioning 25-year-old brain. As I age (I'm 51 this year), I'm discovering that the slow decay of an aging body (punished, of course, by years of happy neglect) is taking a toll on my LD'ing. Things that once came easily, like memory, focus, or long periods of deep concentration, are now only achieved through a combination of very hard work and extreme luck. In other words, I know exactly want I want to do, and know there was a time I could do it with minimal effort, and I know that time is long gone. More attention paid on this stuff when I was young and strong would have been a very nice thing indeed. (Aside: This bit may be more rant than advice, but I think it might carry some cautionary meaning). Q2: As a beginner what are habits that I should not get into and what are habbits that I should get into? The most important habit you can get into is developing a solid sense of the fundamentals, of course! A waking life with self-awareness on constant tap will lead to a most excellent dreaming life. A habit of doing memory exercises, even if its just crossword puzzles or similar, will help as well. Pausing now and then to remember where you were and what you were doing an hour earlier would be a good habit, too. Spending a lot of time imagining is a great habit. Set aside some serious time, every day, to imagine what you might do in your dreams, what mystical doors LD'ing might open for you, all the new worlds your dream life will create; really let your mind go. Doing this will establish a powerful sense of expectation, make setting intention second nature, and make dealing with the transcendental stuff that comes with high-level lucids much easier. And it's a lot of fun! And, of course, the "standard" good habits like doing RC's and keeping a dream journal are very important as well. Some habits to avoid: Don't overindulge on echo-chambers like these forums, and when you are on, try not to take what you read too seriously (even stuff I wrote!). Don't let techniques become more important than the dreams. Don't take yourself too seriously -- though you should keep that dream journal, try to just write down what you remember and nothing more: don't fill in forgotten moments, add interpretations, or dismiss any bits as unimportant. Another thing you must avoid is making RC's -- and the thoughts that accompany them -- too habitual. Every RC should be interesting to you, and that important question, "Is this a dream?" should always be asked with great interest... it is extremely important to avoid letting this (or any of this work) become rote. Q3: What would you say is the most general way to attain and continue to consistently have lucid dreams. Stick to the fundamentals, period. I suppose if you also developed a good sense of timing -- learning which sleep periods are most conducive to your dreaming success, and then actually seeing that you enjoy those sleep periods regularly, that would help. Also, a deep understanding that Ld'ing is not the result of any technique, trick, or drug trip, but rather is a state of mind that make take years to establish and a lifetime to perfect. This, I think, is the most important bit. Oh, and did I mention that you should stick to the fundamentals? That's all I got for now. I hope at least some of it made sense, and also hope that if it didn't you'll ask me to clarify. Best of luck in your journeys, Doodben!
Hello there ! Your first post was extremely insightful I am very happy that I happened to stumble upon it. I am brand new to the "lucid dream scene " though when I was a child I could control my dreams at will. I thought it was funny how you said that you are past the adventure and exploration stage of lucid dreaming just because I didn't even think about that when I first caught wind of LD'ing, i was strictly going to use it as a tool for my studies and theories. But now that i know of the possibilities i am extremely excited. If you are still answering question it would be much appreciated to a newbie like me. Q1: from what I have read this is very much a process and there is no absolute paths to achieve it, it will take a good deal of time with much trial and error, which I am fine with. But if you were to restart from the beginning of your lucid dreaming life what would you start with and what would you have cut out to make to make your path as efficient as possible? Q2: As a beginner what are habits that I should not get into and what are habbits that I should get into? Q3: What would you say is the most general way to attain and continue to consistently have lucid dreams. Again it would be greatly appreciated to hear back. I find it much easier to get information from a person who many people believe is a very trustworthy source of information such a as yourself, than sifting through the thousands of posts getting myself into all kinds of bad habits.
Obviously, when we awaken from a nonlucid dream about a jerk, the reality of that situation vanishes like smoke. Since the dreamed person was nonexistent, the label "jerk" was also imaginary. When we view people so narrowly, whether in dreams or waking reality, we invariably decontextualize -- placing absolute labels where no absolutes exist. The true context for all persons and objects is interdependence. The condition of dreaming, whether it be in the night or in daytime, subsumes a form of ignorance where we can easily misconstrue appearances. Dreaming invites us to become deluded. We can either go with the flow or wake up -- check it right there and realize that although the object as we perceive it appears to be real from its own side, that appearance is illusory.In terms of our normal mode of understanding reality, analyzing phenomena in this way turns everything on its head. But even if we are, at this point, thoroughly convinced that "all phenomena are nonexistent," our present understanding is only conceptual. In Tibetan Buddhism, conceptual understanding is likened to a patch on clothing that sooner or later falls away. It is the habituation of the practice of daytime dream yoga that will allow our understanding to deepen and prepare us for an awakening that encompasses both the day and the night. To quote Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche -- one of the most prominent Tibetan lamas who taught in the West -- "All dream yoga is based on the one-pointedness one can maintain on the illusoriness of experience by day." The Daytime Practices of Dream Yoga | Reality Sandwich
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