WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT From the night before last A friend of mine from waking life was with me. (He was someone I had feelings of being in love with which had been returned to a tentative extent. It was not explored more than mentally and somewhat emotionally. The timing was not right for ethical reasons. We explored each others’ minds, to the extent I could at that time and it was exhilarating.) We were outside, in the large front area of an old looking house. The house had perhaps that pinky colored brick (which inspires me with a deep feeling of beauty in waking life) used on two ends to create rounded walls, like they were slightly punched out of the house like columns, their windows facing us. Something about that shape was important. I felt a connection to family past. Outside, where we were, was beautiful and warm. Like a cool summer day at sunset, when the colors are deep and warm and have the feint feeling of being lit from the inside. We were standing under an umbrella-ing tree. The greens and oranges and browns infused around and through us, as if it was a time when the smells come alive to flow slowly through the warm air. There was some specific reason (the architecture, I think) that he didn’t like it. I told him I thought houses like these were beautiful! Told him about when I’d been in another one like it, I think with family, and how wonderful it was. Though I didn't feel angry or scared, the feeling of my awareness of his (sometimes pushy) tendency to criticize was with me. I was exuberant about the love I’d experienced in that house, though I could feel something darker inside this particular, extraordinarily similar house as we stood outside. I didn’t feel very threatened by the darkness, more just aware and happily reliving parts of the joyful memories inside the other house. The memories were infused with a sense of family and connection and freedom of expression. Curious, I want to call it almost doula-like love with a lot of feminine energy.
Updated 04-18-2011 at 10:56 AM by 44605 (Made bold the parts that felt or feel particularly significant.)
non dream - lucid - non lucid I'm at university. The classes have just ended and I'm leaving the classroom, planning on going home. I ponder about what to make for dinner as I walk down the hallway. The hallway ends at some point and you have to go right into the next hallway in order to keep going. As I look up I see the end of the hallway, the red wall which I see every time I leave the university, but this time, it is very different. There is a message written on the red wall. It's written in white paint, as if someone had painted it with their fingers onto the wall. It looks a bit sloppy yet elegant in some way: "You are one of the chosen" I immediately become fully lucid. Someone wrote me this message a few days ago in waking life. I found it mysterious at the time, but it appearing in my dreams must mean it had a stronger impact on me than I initially thought. I don't bother to RC or perform any stabilization techniques. I feel like there is absolutely no need to, but more importantly, I'm rather preoccupied with something else: I suddenly "remember" how to open a portal to other places. The memory came very sudden and without context. It's a memory from childhood dreams. I can clearly remember how to open the portal, like if I had done it 100 times, but I cannot remember one single situation where I actually did open one. I feel that there is an immense amount of other memories where that one came from, but I'm unable to access them. I consider the possibility that it could be a false memory. I've started reading WakingNomad's DJ: http://www.dreamviews.com/f107/nomad-chronicles-82576/ Maybe that's where the idea comes from? No. I'm entirely convinced this is my own memory, and it is real. I'll create a portal! I start drawing a circle with my right index and middle finger in front of the red wall. I begin at the 6 o' clock position and move clockwise. I know I could do this a whole lot faster, but I want to feel and experience every single detail of it. I also remember that this is not the way I used to travel, I had a more effective way. Where do these memories come from? Are they really from childhood dreams? The memories are so real... As I reach the starting position again the image in front of me distorts slightly, like touching the surface of still water. Right now the portal is useless, I haven't created the exit point yet. Before I do that, I decide to verify how well I'm doing. (This is why) I'm nearly fully healed, my aura is quite smooth again, though I still feel like I'm lacking a lot of energy. I choose the first thing that comes to my mind as an exit point for the portal. It's a place in Italy, on top of a mountain, it has an amazing view. I give the portal a slight nudge with my right middle finger. It opens. It looks like it leads straight into a void. But I remember that's what portals look like. I feel excited to go through the portal. It feels like there are dangers associated with it, but I also feel that it is safe for me. I step through... ... I fall out of the portal and it closes behind me. Something just happened but I can't recall it. I look around. The portal worked, I'm exactly where I wanted to be. The view is amazing, and I really enjoy the fresh breeze of air on top of the mountain. I feel very good, I just achieved something big, though I don't know what it is. I make a mental note to investigate my childhood dream memories in the future, though I don't know how. Something is hidden in there, something important. I remember that I need to look for "her" as well. Well of course! I can just open a portal to her. I remember that finding her aura requires a lot of energy, I may not have enough and it feels dangerous toying with it in my current situation. I should wait until my energy is fully recovered. But... I don't actually need to find her. I suddenly realize I know where she is! She's on the planet where she taught me how to walk on water. I want to open a portal but I suddenly realize the place is too far away, I don't have enough energy, at least not right now. The planet is in the Andromeda galaxy... it is very far away. Somehow I feel like all of this is supposed to happen. Maybe she hasn't shown up recently because she knows I'd remember how to open a portal and find her? The dream slowly fades away, I make no attempt to stabilize it.
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