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2017, 03-29
Healing in the House of Elrond

I am in a strange place that I do not recognize. I am in a forest, it is a very nice day out. I see dappled sunshine on the ground around me and I hear birds singing in the trees. A gentle breeze was ruffling the leaves and blowing on my face, feeling very nice. I follow what amounts to a dear trail through the trees until I find a woman in the forest with me. She looks like a Japanese woman wearing a kimono, and she also looks a little bit annoyed at me. I don’t even recognize her let alone know why she might be annoyed at me. She looks around and motions to the forest around us. She asks what makes me think this place is a beach? I laugh and I say it’s clearly not a beach. She tells me she is Asuka and then tells me to do a reality check because this is a dream. She then looks around and calls out. She says MoSh has wandered off again… so we’d better find him.

I haven’t actually done the reality check, but I start looking around for MoSh. We soon find MoSh standing and staring at a beautiful place. A series of buildings among the green trees, all connected by a series of paths. MoSh is staring at the scene, and now I join him in staring at the scene that is before us. Asuka goes over and talks to MoSh for a bit, asking him if he is keeping in mind that this is a dream. Before he can respond, however, some people approach us and one of them demands to know who we are. I turn and see there is an elf there who looks like he stepped right out of a Lord of the Rings story. He has his gaze fixed upon the three of us, but before he can repeat his question another man speaks up. He says he knows me, and tells them I am Raven Knight. He says I fought valiantly to defend against the Nine and I also seem to have some skill in healing. He says there’s no time to delay, Frodo has to get to Elrond.

Everyone seems to be assuming that if MoSh and Asuka are with me then they must be ok, and we all go into the closest building. We go directly to a bedroom where they place Frodo into a bed. Another elf comes along, he says he is Elrond, but we’ll have to forgive him for not welcoming us personally to his house, he has a patient to attend to. The door to the bedroom closes between us, Elrond, and old man with a long white beard I am assuming is Gandalf, and Frodo on the other side. I turn to another elf on this side of the door and he says he is Glorfindel. He pauses and looks at the three of us, Aragorn is also still here with us. After Glorfindel looks at MoSh and Askuka and me, he suggests that maybe we would like to refresh ourselves in the halls of healing. I ask what that is. He says it is a series of natural pools that are fed from the springs that feed the Imladris. He said the pools purify all darkness from those who bathe in their waters, and it is something he would recommend for any weary traveler, especially those who have come face to face with the evil things we have fought today. Aragorn is more concerned with how Frodo is doing, he is clearly anxious about the hobbit’s condition. Glorfindel says Elrond is very skilled as a healer and will do everything he can to return Frodo to full health. He says from the look he got, Frodo’s would is grave but not yet beyond all hope. He adds that Aragorn being stressed about it will do nothing to help Frodo, all it will do is rob Aragorn of his peace of mind. Frodo is getting the best help that is to be found in the west, though Elrond would be slow to accept such praise. He says that for now there is nothing we can do for Frodo, but the wait may seem less if we wait in the pools of healing.

So I follow Glorfindel along with Asuka, MoSh, Aragorn, Marry, and Pippen, but Sam refuses to budge. He pounds on the door until finally Gandalf lets him in and says he can stay as long as he promises to stay out of the way and let Elrond do his job. It looks like Marry and Pippen might try the same, but Aragorn tells them that Glorfindel is right, too many people in the room might just get in the way. After following Glorfindel for a ways we emerge in an area with waterfalls cascading into crystal pools of water. Glorfindel says the water is healing, whether you swim in it or just wet your feet. Asuka, who now somehow had a bathing suit on, jumped right into the water and splashed MoSh in the progress, soaking him. He didn’t seem too pleased with that, though Asuka was laughing. I was thinking this was a good chance to use a healing song. I focused on the song Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack, and it created golden energy all around the pools. The golden energy flowed around and into everyone present, including MoSh and Asuka.

There is a period I don’t remember very clearly, the next part I remember really well is inside what they call the Hall of Fire. It is a long hall with tables and comfortable chairs, illuminated primarily by a large fire that always burns at one end of the room. MoSh is sitting in one of the chairs around the outside of the room looking at a stringed instrument that partly resembled a guitar but not quite, I get the idea it is one of the elvish instruments that are commonly used in Rivendell. MoSh starts playing the guitar. I don’t recognize the tune, but I like it, so I sit down close by and listen. Asuka is also listening intently and seems to be enjoying the music. As MoSh continues playing, some more people gather around, migrating from other parts of the room apparently to get a better listen to MoSh’s music. Soon there is a small crowd of people silently standing or sitting around us to listen to MoSh play. He finishes one song and then moves on to another, then seems aware of the crowd for the first time. He sets the instrument aside and says it’s not enough like a guitar for him to play well. I say it seemed to me he was playing very well, and some of the people around us agree, Asuka most of all. He says no, it’s not his best playing… and then fades from existence, much to everyone’s surprise. Asuka tells them that’s what happens when he wakes up. I’m next to follow, for everything around me fades to black and I wake up.

Morning of September 25, 2015. Friday.



This is dream five of six relating to clearer dreams of this date.

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An unfamiliar cat had been injured, possibly by being hit by a car, though the injuries are not extensive. I am able to heal the cat with the miraculous healing abilities of the dream state (with non-lucid dream control, my dream self not aware of it being a dream).

The cat’s presence is vivid, with clear perceptions of purring and movement, including my enhanced sense of touch when I pet it. The cat lies near the center of our bed as I move my hands about above its body and mentally affirm its health and well-being. (This bed is presumably in our present home as my dream’s setting yet is in the wrong location by association, seemingly where the narrow wall between the south side of the kitchen and the small hallway to the back door is, though my dreams have never rendered the exact same setting, of which are typically unique new composites.)

My wife Zsuzsanna brings in another unfamiliar cat. This cat seems to have died from possibly being hit by a car, as at least one back leg (possibly both) is missing and there is blood. Still, I move my hands about and above it and it apparently comes back to life. It moves slightly and purrs and meows. I can see it breathing. It does not seem fully aware, so I continue with my healing affirmations.

Soon, at least one back leg grows back, the bone expanding firstly. However, the bone continues to grow until it becomes a miniature elk horn. This is unexpected. I am concerned about how the cat will get around. Another miniature elk horn grows from where the other back leg would otherwise be. I am not sure what to do or how to continue, yet I do not want to end the animal’s life even though it is in such a strange condition at this point. I can resurrect dead animals in this dream, but in this case, the essence of other animals that have died become a part of it, as I assume that an elk had been hit and killed by the same car that had killed this cat. It may also grow wings, though still will not be able to walk or roost properly. I am unsure what to do, though I become vaguely aware that I am dreaming. It remains somewhat misshapen as my dream fades.

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Key points:

• Although some healing dreams relate to actual healing energies and a more viable focus or intent, they also sometimes result from simply achieving more awareness of the physical body in the waking transition.
• Resurrection has occurred in many past dreams since early childhood and in some cases, is based on becoming more aware of my real physical body’s breathing in contrast to my fictitious dream self’s body, therefore, in many cases, it is a simple factor of the emergent consciousness.
• Cats are associated with higher liminal space (between dreaming and waking) for a number of reasons, including the idea they “always land on their feet” (waking transition inner ear dynamics, that is, linked to the falling sensation that commonly occurs with waking and is purely biological). I associate cats with being most active at night and linked more to circadian rhythms symbolism of the dream state. They sit on a fence, the division between dreaming and waking. They are said to be “guardians” of the “underworld” (dream state analogy).
• In this case, the antlers (growing from where the cat’s legs would otherwise be) seem to be a metaphor for expanding neural energies (in real time in growing more aware in the waking transition), which are required to wake and use the physical body to walk, especially as the common preconscious embodiment is not otherwise present in this dream. This is easily proven by looking at a human anatomy chart to see the imagery is the same as from my dream. The dream state indicator of the bed (usually just the subliminal awareness of being asleep) additionally validates the overall meaning as does Zsuzsanna’s presence near the bed (as we sleep together).
• Interestingly, this dream also had the typical prescient layer (as the majority of my dreams have had since earliest memory, in fact, the main reason I developed an interest in recording them). One of our cats in real life, Franco (though which did not look like the cat in this dream) somehow injured his back leg and was not able to walk normally again, having damaged the muscles and nerves (which curiously did not seem to bother him as he got around as fast as ever, though I have never seen this happen to any other cat I have had in my lifetime.) Thus, even when a dream can be metaphorically analogous to the dream state itself and fully explained as such, some of the dynamics may still be literally precognitive, as I have found out thousands of times since early childhood.

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After my lunch I fell asleep and had a WILD out in the countryside. I kept telling myself "When I am dreaming I will know I am dreaming". I woke up a few times knowing I was dreaming as I seamed not to be stabilising. Then I fell asleep again. I could see my son Matthew and my ex-Wife Melissa. Melissa was giving me a list of instructions on what to do when I was minding Matthew while Matthew was looking up at me smiling with not a bother on him. Matthew is 8. I looked into his face and then I knew I was dreaming. There was something about the twinkle in his eye and as I stabilised myself looking at him. Melissa had finished giving me the instructions and had gone away so immediately I said to Matthew would you like to go flying. He looked puzzled but then he said ok. So a grabbed him in my arms and flew up into the sky. I could see the clouds around me and could feel the height we were at. Then I remembered about the black hole. Probably last months task but anyway it is meaningful to me. I told him we were heading up to the black hole and he looked puzzled again but said ok. We went up into space and found the black hole quite quickly and kinda disappeared into it. We were in there for a while. I wanted just to see what would happen next. Now this is when I realised that dreaming is not dreaming as the whole of our perception including ourselves turned into the Buddha in the form of a golden statue. I stayed in that state lucid for some time not very long and then opened my eyes. All my thoughts had stopped and I was one with nature looking up at the sky. I then realised that the whole point of dreaming and waking life is to understand this and stay in this reality. The lucidity in daily life and dreams becomes much more vivid and I am able to understand and see everything clearly. This is definitely reality free from personal interpretation. A flower is a flower and a tree is a tree without any other stories going on. So dreaming is not for dreaming but for being fully present in the dream and daily life.[/SET_ANCHOR]

Sunday Morning - just had 2 LD'S
Lay back down after about 45 mins wbtb at about 6.20 - First of all after some time of relaxing and being aware - I probably should note I was changing my mantra from time to time from what ever suited to whatever suited next like ; " I deffinatelly am Lucid in a field" ..." I Lucid dream now I know I am dreaming " ..." I am an exellent Lucid dreamer and am having an epic LD tonight" - That sort of thing

I think I managed to keep the thread of mantra better than I have for a while;

Also I remember saying to myself as I was preparing for the Wild " be calm- ur Lucid dreaming"

" Be calm - be lucid "

( Also During the wbtb I was very sleepy but mind was clear - although I had eyes closed I keep clearly imagining myself getting Lucid and " intending "

again and again that in my next dream I will recognise , " I leave my body easily" " I lucid dream I lucid dream "

I will deffo remember to recognise!
I think this helped a lot! )

Then I got some serious vibrations - very loud - like an aeroplane taking off so intense... I tried to sit up out of my body but wasn't sure what had happened as I felt heavy and wasn't sure if my physical had moved and my head banged ...as well so didn't open my eyes Incase I ruin the attempt... Was laying in bed but then suddenly in the dream soon after ,I think! I think I fell asleep into the dream after staying very very still. = Deild

I realised I was Lucid and first started crawling trying to get to grips with my dream body - I felt myself going threw the wall and a window - heading for the outside but knowing I was going to simply " take everything in that was around me" as I had this a s a goal in my day work . It was a beautiful dark evening - as I flew gently over head there were so many ordinary but,to me, wonderful looking scenes to take in ; people going about there daily life here and there on a beach promenade- I was captivated by the clarity and beauty of everything I saw.

I knew I wanted to do somethig tho and as I looked at the flat calm ocean stretching out I thought I might try walking on water
Then I remember the totm -
- The task I have had in mind I remembered - the black hole ! So I shot up into the night sky knowing I was coming head to head with a black hole! There it was zooming towards me and the closer it got the more I felt magnetised and pulled towards it- I was flying threw and it reminded me of the worm hole images on to - a long deep black tunnel - I woke up soon after

I lay very very still again in bed for a while... Deild again
I wa in a street watching children playing and was semi lucid watching children play in the busy car filled street on "tram lines ... So deep " I worried for them, Ian was there as a boy, happy.

I got properly Lucid when I realised I was with someone- very close - " we are dreaming " I said to my partner - it was not a sexual feeling between us but a feeling of utter inseparability, very alive but comfortable with no particular issues ... As if we were blended but still 2 , hard to explain - very healing.
" let's go threw this door together - I know what's on the other side as I come here a lot in my dreams it's my favourite place" We went threw the door into a continental looking cafe, a gentle music played in the back ground
Some people sat quite far away at the end of a counter, I saw a girl behind the counter and I said " hello Sheila " she nodded back as if she knew me

My friend and I danced together close - having fun and dancing as if our beings could be one - A healing experience.

I'm coming out of a mine with a box a man gave me. Sitting down at a table across from a woman I know who's eating lunch, I open up the box and we have a look at the books inside. There's a two-volume set on healing magic that catches my attention; I've seen the first one before but the second is completely new to me, I'm very pleased. The woman asks me for a demonstration, and I laugh, saying I've barely got any understanding of it - it's not something you can learn from books, they're just for pointing you in the right direction, it takes time and work to actually put into practice. She's disappointed and leaves. As I look through the book, I call up a blue healing light that plays around my hand. Reading, the book is saying that it's impossible to progress further without "the Lady's smile."

I see an image of said Lady, a woman in a void. She's aware of my attention, though her eyes don't focus on me; she talks as if this is a visit from an old friend, sounding surprised and pleased, saying that I've come earlier this week than expected, and calls me by a name that starts "Shari-" But she cuts off partway through that name, and gives the impression of focusing on me, though still not with her eyes. She says then, "Isfael? Is that you?"

The observer side of me splits off, recognizing that this Lady and Shari-whoever are figures that often appear in stories together under various identities. When she correctly called me Isfael, I realized that Isfael is one of those identities, a specific young version of Shari-whoever without knowledge of his older self.

I'm in a hospital, speaking to a doctor. There was some information I'd wanted to get from him, but he's assumed I'm here about something else, a person who's been checked into the hospital with a specific condition. I hide my surprise and go with his assumption, only expressing my surprise that he'd known about this patient, since the ward they're in isn't his responsibility - has he kept an eye out for this condition since the last time we met? I'm privately thinking that if that person's developed that condition, then this both simplifies my job and complicates it; I no longer need the information I'd come here for originally.

I'm discussing this development with three other people in an empty hospital room - a man with a shaved head, a teenage girl, and a person whose gender I'm not completely sure of but I'm going to go with 'she'. Black hair, ragged like she cut it herself, short in the back and long in the front; pale with bad skin; and a grey hoodie zipped up, making her look heavier than she is.

Talking about that patient's condition, the guy with the shaved head had just been saying something about how dreamers have it rough. Talks about how badly things can go wrong just from being interrupted at the wrong moment; talks about people traveling through a dream being dumped back into reality wherever they happen to be at the moment, and hoping you're lucky enough not to be overlapping some physical object at the time; and that's just the passengers, the dreamers themselves get it worse.

The person in the hoodie shrugs this off, says at least if you can heal people, no one cares what nastiness you've got going on; they're content to leave you be in your swamp.

The guy with the shaved head is disgusted by this, says yeah, you enjoy making yourself the worst person you can be.

She says to him that she learned in prison, "There's no such thing as letting go of vanity, Wade."

Morning of April 4, 2015. Saturday.



I am lucid in this dream, though it is not of the level of lucidity that enhances the dream state to full vividness and highly focused dream-self awareness. It starts out at our present address on W street, rendered fairly accurately in layout and overall appearance. My wife is with me for most of the events. Two unknown people (late forties perhaps - male and female though not necessarily a couple), dressed somewhat formally as for a business, are on our porch while there is a storm beginning. A thicker bolt of lightning comes down and strikes them, actually curving around underneath the eaves, seemingly knocking them unconscious. I decide to summon the lightning to strike me to see what will happen (regarding my in-dream state of awareness) as well as thinking it may improve my physical well-being. I am not able to do this though and become somewhat annoyed though not outright angry.

Later, my wife and I are on a crowded bus in a larger city though the storm seems to threaten to tip the bus over. We get off the bus and the other people do as well, though we hold a cheerful disposition. There is a strange sudden heavy rain that blows horizontally (mostly only in one small area of the street, near the corner) and for a moment, almost seems like a large unseen hose spraying from the front of the bus (from near the rear-view mirror). It is not even near us so we do not get wet.

I am later walking down the sidewalk and there is a large gnarled tree that actually moves one lower branch to avoid physical contact with me, which annoys me in the manner of an insult. I then demand (though without projected anger in my voice) that the tree make contact with me and heal me. The branch perfectly forms the shape of a human hand and holds it over the back of my wrist. (This reflects somewhat on a long vivid dream of over twenty years ago where trees on a boulevard reached down to caress my face and express love though the mood is entirely different here.) The mood is not fully positive though, and my lucidity is not that pronounced - though I am still aware that I am making most of my dream’s contents.

Later, it seems to be after sunset and there is still some sort of unusual storm activity (but not directly threatening in any way). My dream takes on a similar mood and setting as previous dreams where I am looking straight up at the sky; the zenith (and almost always with abstract features). It actually seems to take place in the same setting as other similar dreams somewhere in the southwest area of La Crosse. (It is not anything like the “remember the twilight” dreams where I watch lights or other things and events in the sky over the horizon with a nostalgic sense.) The sky is very unusual regarding the cloud formations and I also see various “objects” moving around, such as an orange trapezoid and other geometric shapes now and then, though which seem two-dimensional and not related to a spacecraft of any kind. From here, my dream becomes too distorted to hold cohesion of any kind. The sky; the zenith; becomes a random hodgepodge of abstract morphing shapes.

In this dream, I was given some advice on healing from my daughter. I walked into my bathroom, off my bedroom, and a beautiful young woman was standing there with a hoodie on, and I didn’t recognize her, but as soon as she spoke I knew it was my daughter. We moved in behind the bathroom door out of site. She had the exact same voice and facial expressions. In spite of all this I wasn’t lucid yet, but I should have clued in since my daughter has passed into Heaven. She then thanked me for trying to be with her all the time, and constantly reaching out for her. We kissed and hugged. It was so real!!! I still wasn’t lucid (if you can believe it).

She then said, “Dad, there are phrases in the Bible on light, energy, and healing you should read.” Then I became lucid, because I remembered my plan to heal my son’s wart in a lucid dream. I then said, “What did you say?” I was sort of shocked by hearing this, since I’ve never read the Bible to any extent, nor has my daughter. She then repeated it in a more clear voice, “Dad, there are phrases in the Bible on light, energy, and healing you should read. Read the Bible!” Several people, including my wife, walked into the bedroom, and then my daughter and I walked out of the bathroom, to see who was there. As she walked out of the bathroom, she changed into somebody completely different. Now she looked like a belly dancer, and done up in a gold dress, tasseled, and bikini top. My wife gave me a shocked look, hit me on the butt with her hand, and looked at me like, “What were you doing in there?” The other people in my bedroom were men, who I didn’t recognize, and my lucidity ended and I returned to regular dream mode. I then asked the belly dancer in the gold dress for her cell phone #. My wife hit me in my butt again, and then I woke.

The following day I Google searched the Bible on healing, and found several of references to this. It basically said if you believe in God, and have faith, then you can ask God to heal people by placing your hands on the sick and they will recover. This does clear up a few things for me, and in particular, that it’s not me who’s doing the healing, it’s God. I’m not a strongly religious person, but I’m going to listen to my daughter because she’s always right. Anyway, so now I’m going to change my strategy on healing this wart in a lucid dream. Instead of saying “Through love and consciousness heal my son’s wart. “ Rather, I’m going to say, “Dear God, please heal my son’s wart.” I’m also planning on creating an energy ball in the LD, and then pushing it into my son’s wart with my hand, and holding it there until it dissipates (healing lucid dream style!).

This is my 3rd attempt to heal my son’s plantar wart on his left heel. The first two attempts were during lucid dreams and this attempt was during an OBE at my father in-laws house. I’d like to point out that we’ve tried all types of medical remedies, but none have worked (so far).

It was about 9:30 Am in the morning and I had just done another WBTB. I was consciously awake, but my body was asleep. I felt a couple of light body vibrations happen, and I decided to try an OBE exit. I really struggled and fought to get out, but it paid off, and I was standing beside my bed looking down at myself. I didn’t have any particular plan on what to do next, but I first checked around my bedroom to see if my daughter was there (visiting me). Nope, she wasn’t there. It was daytime, and there was plenty of light around, but everything looked black and white with a brownish yellow hue. My body felt sluggish. I carefully opened the bedroom door and crept out into the hallway. I saw the bedroom door open down the hallway, and I thought I’d go see if my daughter was maybe there, but before I made it two steps down the hall, somebody pushed me right into the wall from the back and held me there, and then let go. I quickly turned around to see who it was, but there was nobody. This was a sign not to go that way (I know, I’m brilliant ;P).

Well, what to do next? Hmm, I decided to head downstairs. When I got downstairs I could hear my father in-law talking to somebody in the kitchen, and I thought it’s probably not a good idea to go in there. Everything was still black and white with a brownish yellow hue. Suddenly a glowing, bright pink toy monster appeared on the floor at the opening to the family room, everything else didn’t have any color. It looked like a toy my daughter use to have when she was a kid. Again, I took this as a sign to walk into the family room, so I did. When I entered the room, I was surprised to see my son sleeping on the couch, and then I remembered my plan to heal my son’s plantar wart while lucid. There was a Christmas tree in the corner of the family room, and I was surprised to see this because my father in-law hadn’t set one up this year, and in the past it’s only been setup in the livingroom. My son often sleeps on the family room couch, but with his head at the other end of the couch, so the sun doesn’t shine in his face when it rises in the morning. I found this odd as well. I then woke my son up and I really startled him, he retracted his legs and arms, and he appeared frightened. I told him we’re going to heal his plantar wart, and he relaxed back into sleeping position, and then I went and removed his sock from his left foot.

I could clearly see the plantar wart on his foot, and it was much more clearly defined than when I saw it in the previous lucid dreams. It also was outlined with a black line, and I found this a bit alarming. I then said, “Through faith, love and consciousness….” Everything went black and fuzzy, and then darn, I woke up! I immediately went downstairs to see my son. He was sitting in the family room reading a book, and told him what just happened. I asked how he slept last night, and he said he woke up early because he slept the wrong way on the couch, and the sun shone in his face when it rose, and it was too bright.

I've been injured, and somewhat maimed by machinery or something like that, and just stand there, bleeding and in pain. Suddenly a woman comes out of no where and kisses me upside down. With her upside down, floating through the air, her dark brown hair hanging down below (above?) her. As she kisses me (just a peck) I feel some energy pass from her to me, and heal my wounds, eliminate my pain, and also change my color. I got a lot more tan with each little kiss, and could see the color change spread down my arms and hands. I don't recognize this woman yet, but I feel like I know her.

Morning of January 3, 2015. Saturday.



My non-lucid manipulation of my newer dreams have gotten somewhat amusing as I am still seemingly focused on working mainly with my fingers and metaphorically “entering codes” in various atypical ways, some “technological”, some “magical”. This one was extraordinarily long but I will summarize the main sections.

The beginning scenes relate to some sort of miniature people, which are likely to be closest to the concept of brownies or elves. There are thirty of them living under a particular house, though I am not sure if it is my family’s home. They have extensive conversations of how humans no longer see them or regard them in certain ways, which seems problematic for their continuing livelihood. This ties in with some later scenes long after some completely different scenes take place, all in all, about three different plots. Most of the brownies or elves are older males.

The next scene related to the brownies or elves involves being in an unfamiliar residence. My youngest son is there as well as my (deceased) sister Marilyn and several others, some unknown. My son seems slightly ill, with a mild cough. I get the impression that I should call on one of the thirty brownies that live under the floorboards of the house. I seem to automatically know how to do this even though most people have no idea about the inherent “call for help” system. I tap the fingers of my left hand in a particular precise pattern (somewhat like Morse code), which will supposedly bring about aid from the magical beings. After I tap out the code on an end table next to me to my left, I wait. I look towards the partly open curtains in the large doorway farther to my left. I expect something or someone to appear but I am not certain of what or who. I am aware that no one else suspects something unusual will happen or knows that a magical being may soon appear from behind the cloth curtains, which hang to about three inches from the floor.

After a short time, a small younger male “creature” appears and walks into the large room. Instead of one of the previously established brownies of only about two inches tall, he is about three feet high with somewhat darker but yellowish skin and is wearing a plaid kilt and also has some sort of animal fur (somewhat like a brown mink stole - but seemingly more relative to a religious garment) draped over one shoulder. Without pausing, he goes to my son and takes away his cough with some sort of brief ritual.

Later, I am outside with my sister Marilyn and others (including a few relatives of my brother-in-law’s) in an unfamiliar area in an unknown region. They mostly appear as they did during the mid-1980s. I am somehow manipulating time - which will supposedly help my sister somehow (regarding her declining health). A large tree falls over dramatically not that far from us. I am aware that in an alternate reality, this is what killed her earlier on in life. She is to my right and seems okay except for a mild cough. I feel a bit sad in knowing she has already died in one “alternate” reality.

I play with time in my dream and even tell the other characters what I am doing. I deliberately cause my dream to rewind by five seconds and point this out by telling another character to watch the clock. Logically, they should not be aware I am doing this if everything is rewinding (which would “logically” include their own viewpoint rewinding as well and erase their memory), but they do note it, and seem surprised I am able to do this. Eventually, I pretend to make a “mistake” by causing my dream to rewind (relative to the ongoing scene and setting anyway) by half an hour. Eventually, my dream seems to be “playing” with me by accelerating time forward a bit during certain times the clock moves backwards. Eventually, it is near dusk, although the clock shows that it should be morning.

In another section, I am flying over cars in a long tunnel. There is an overpass structure within the tunnel which almost seems to be part of a residence for a time, as I notice a refrigerator near one corner (it may even be part of my house but elevated a bit above the traffic). A foreman from the factory I worked at years ago is there. I fight another character for a time as we do martial arts in midair over the cars. At one point, I throw him into a wall and he disappears even though he seemed fairly confident of his skills at first. I am not hurt in any way.

The foreman asks for my help due to a car carrier crashing into his parked bulldozer while he was on it while the car carrier was going up the overpass and not having enough clearance. I try to get to him quickly as he is still speaking to me, but he keeps falling and rolling down through the rest of the traffic. Eventually, he is run over several times and flattened by his own bulldozer, which somehow slides down past other cars and trucks. The car carrier loses its cars as well; they fall back, hitting some of the other cars that are going through the tunnel and creating havoc though some drivers do not seem to notice at all.

Even though the other male is killed and completely flattened (though without that much blood or gore) I am able to effortlessly resurrect him as his body completely rejuvenates and heals, though he only thanks me in a manner that he seems to think I had only pulled him out from a difficult space from under a part of his wrecked bulldozer. I do not mention what had really happened to him.

This is my 2nd attempt to heal my son’s plantar wart using lucid dreaming. The 1st attempt is recorded in my dream journals under ‘Part 1’ (Dec 13, 2014). Apparently it’s possible to heal using lucid dreaming, so I’m giving it a try. I feel this attempt worked out much better than my first, but still needs some work, no doubt, so I’ll try again soon.

After my 1st attempt I realized I needed to rehearse this with my son prior to attempting this again, because it was a little more involved than what I thought it would be. My son willingly went through a couple of rehearsals, so that my mind would be ready for the 2nd attempt. I have to admit, it came across as being a bit odd when we were doing these rehearsals, especially since my son is not a lucid dreamer. However, he happily accepted, because he’s been dealing with this large wart on his left heel for three years now, and no medical remedy has worked. Next step is a minor operation, which we’re trying to avoid. Here’s what happened in the lucid dream:

I woke up around 7:30 Am for a second WBTB. At 8:00 Am I quickly fell back to sleep, ready to do some more lucid dreaming. Little did I know I was about to be involved in an exciting false awakening! Next thing I knew I was being awakened by some good old rock music. I sat up in bed and realized I was wearing my Sony Walkman Headphones and listening to an old cassette tape. I couldn’t figure out how that happened, because I haven’t used my Walkman in 10 years or so, and I certainly didn’t go to sleep with it on. I looked over and saw my son standing at my bedroom door. I got up and walked over to him, and asked what time it was? He said he didn’t know, so I reached into my pocket and pulled out my iPhone, and it strangely said 1:00 Pm. How could I sleep for 5 hours and not remember a single dream. I was also a bit disappointed that I didn’t have an LD.

I went to ‘crash out’ in my bed, and sleep some more, because I was still really tired. Strangely my bed was covered in my daughter’s possessions. I carefully lifted them off my bed and placed them down, but more of her stuff kept appearing on my bed. I repeated and repeated, but more her belongings kept on appearing on my bed. Finally I got frustrated and started to sweep them off my bed using my forearm, but they still kept appearing! Finally, I figured it out! I’m having a false awakening! I'm lucid! How could my daughter’s possessions keep appearing on my bed, after all, she’s in Heaven. I then remembered my plan to heal my son’s plantar wart.

By this point my son had left the room, so I quickly called him back. He instantly returned, and then he laid down on the floor with his left foot raised. I then called my daughter to come and hold his leg up, so as to free both my hands. My daughter walked into the bedroom and held his foot slightly off the floor. This was all going as rehearsed and planned. I kneeled down and removed his left sock, and I could see the plantar wart right there on his heel. Next, I sat down on the floor in front of his foot, and said, “Through love and consciousness we heal the wart on your foot!” I had both of my palms pointing at the wart. Nothing happened, no light, no nothing. I then remembered the Kami Hami Ha I did in one lucid dream, so I took this approach, and cupped my hands together as if I was holding an imaginary volleyball. I focussed and concentrated on creating a healing light. A warm, white, fuzzy, light ball, with hues of yellow, appeared in my cupped hands. I then focused this light ball into two beams of light projecting from the palms of my hands, at my son’s plantar wart. This was working! I was really excited! Then my vision went dark, I couldn’t see anything! Darn, I’m losing lucidity!

I stayed perfectly still and asked my daughter if she was still there. She replied, “Yes dad, I’m still here.” I replied, “I love you! Please help me out, I can’t see anything.” I could feel my legs, arms, and shoulders being pulled all at the same time. At this point I had no idea what was going on. My vision slowly came back, and I was surprised to see that several kids, including my son and daughter, were spinning me in a circle, as I sat on the floor. I couldn’t believe it. They were spinning me, like lucid dreamers do, when trying to improve clarity. This was very cool.

We reassumed positions, and I recreated the light ball in my cupped hands, and again focussed the beams of light back on the plantar wart. At this point there were several dream figures standing around watching. One of the younger kids then jumped over my right arm and sat down on my left thigh, with both my arms reaching around him, as I was projecting the light. I guess he wanted a front row seat? I was waiting for my son’s heel to start glowing before I stopped, but then I unexpectedly woke up. It was 9:00 Am (WBTB was at 8 Am). This was one cool lucid dream! I went and got my son a Timmy’s hot chocolate, woke him up, and told him about the LD I just had. I said next time, we’ll have your heel glowing and that should do it! He enjoyed his Timmy’s hot chocolate and my enthusiasm to help out with his plantar wart in this unconventional way. Strangely enough, his wart did look a little bit better today!

Morning of December 19, 2014. Friday.



Firstly, I am in some sort of group of mostly unknown males (not relevant to real life). There are two rows of perhaps seven or eight facing each other. It seems to be on King Street, though the front (northeast) apartment is much bigger. I seem to become angry and punch most of them extremely hard. This seems to at least partly be because each and every one of them is being condescending to each and every other, sounding more and more ridiculous, like a perpetual comic strip but with no comedic elements.

After seemingly several minutes of this, I become slightly lucid (becoming more lucid over time). I have an awareness of an affirmation set and decide that instead of eliminating these people, I will heal them (including “fixing” their brain by bringing it into its most natural resonance somehow). I vaguely sense a “correct” oscillation and harmonic resonance inside their heads when I put my hand on the top of their heads and eventually place my hands on all of their heads. The effect is similar to feeling the vibrations when placing your hand on the body of an acoustic guitar when a chord is played.

I heal their wounds and cuts as well. However, because I reach an apparent overly energetic stage which is supposedly “too powerful” to use directly (with my palms, for example - where the energy seems to emanate from), I need only lightly touch them with the back of my hand to restore them to their healthiest state - otherwise my power may cause them to “disintegrate”. I do not recall this event being like this in past dreams, as I formerly used my fingers and palms.

From here, I walk out with a few (unknown) people. The porch roof is extended out more over the front yard than in reality (almost like a large lower awning) which seems frustrating relative to being able to fly out and up as soon as I want. As lucidity is dawning on me a bit stronger, I decide to fly out into the world. As I fly swiftly and efficiently, even deliberately over a longer sequence of telephone lines and power lines (which seem somewhat out of place and randomly going at an angle from the buildings and sidewalks), I notice how incredibly clear and visually defined my dream’s environment is. It is so well-rendered, I am amazed to a nearly breath-taking pleasure on the imagery alone; even more so, because it does not seem reminiscent of a real location. It seems to be near an industrial area of whatever town it is now meant to be. I notice a few buildings, a forest in the distance, and a few parked vehicles here and there, including a semi near a warehouse.



I feel fantastic as I look down and about over the scenery. At one point, I see a pile with old books and magazines, but mostly atop a taller pile of just debris, at the end of an alley, which appears to be a public dumping area. The pile is almost as high as the two-storey possibly abandoned commercial buildings on each side. I land near the top of the pile and pick up what seems to be an old “Alvin and the Chipmunks” comic book (it may be an association with an old instrumental my father wrote and performed as well as the name of where we lived at one time in Chipmunk Coulee). There are three bats on the cover (which may be related to a short-term comic strip I did as a boy about three “rock star” bats in the early 70s based on an earlier recurring dream). I tell myself that because I know I am dreaming, I may be able to actually read the entire book. However, I mostly only seem to focus on one odd phrase, which is “Poly Calep” and seeing that distracts me from my plan to read the whole comic. Perhaps this is a name of one of the characters.

From here, I am still aware of the people that had been at the meeting walking around not that far from where I am. However, I decide to enjoy more flying. I am able to again maneuver just slightly above power lines for a fair distance (which used to be problematic in dreams in my youth) without getting tangled. Oddly though, the power lines go up at an angle the farther I fly, but I still directly remain parallel to them the entire distance.

From here, I find myself back at North Monroe Street, which is usually rare to dream of. I have not been there since early 1968. I notice a few people standing around near the outer hall to the west, where my older brother Earl lived at one time. I go with my wife (who had apparently been standing in the hall) into the apartment, which seems larger and much longer to the east. Of course, I plan on having a nice romantic interlude to see what can physically occur. At this point, my dream is almost entirely under my conscious influence in every way other than the “extra people” that annoy me somewhat (which is typical of this type of lucid dream until apex lucidity is reached). We walk past three bedrooms where I can see a person’s feet sticking out from under a sheet on each bed. As we continue to walk, a male relative (Kevin M) ends up following us as well. Just as my wife and I are able to get into a bathtub (which is perpendicular to the direction we are walking), which is already full of nice cool water, he is still behind us. However, as my wife and I begin to sit down in the water (already suddenly unclothed by mental will alone), I slam the mostly opaque bathtub’s sliding door (much like the setup from King Street) so that we are then isolated from all public perspectives. (I suppose that he could have technically still opened the sliding door, but this does not really occur to me at any level of thought so does not happen.)

I am on my back and my wife sits on me in the cool water. The pleasure is quite augmented; a very clear sense of wetness and warmth (against the refreshing coolness of the water) and enhanced physical pleasure as well as spiritual unity and oneness. The only unusual distortion is that Zsuzsanna has tiny curly black hairs that create a narrower curved line going up and around her hips and back up towards her abdomen, somewhat like a doubled mirror-imaged harp design.

Apparently it’s possible to heal using lucid dreaming, so I decided to give it a try. My son has had a plantar wart on his left foot heel 3 years now. We’ve tried everything under the sun, except the surgery, to remove this wart, and it’s still there. It’s about 8 mm in diameter. Last night I asked my son if he would agree to let me try and heel his plantar wart in a lucid dream tonight. He was surprisingly real receptive to the idea, and was excited about trying this! He’s 17 years old, very open minded, and trusts me. Here’s what happened:

In this dream, I was hitch hiking on a highway, when I came upon another hitch hiker who had a data transmitting device for the military. It had water damage, and we were trying to fix it. Suddenly a brand new military truck appeared beside us, fully loaded with electronic equipment to send, receive, and relay data. Several dozen people also appeared. The dream was crystal clear and extremely vivid. I knew instantly I was dreaming. I remembered the mantra I said before I went to bed, “I will realize when I’m dreaming, and I will heal my son’s plantar wart.” I had repeated this for ten minutes, and then turned the lights out and went to bed.

A dream figure came right up to me smiling, while I was holding my poodle in my arms, and I said, “I have to find my son, so he can help me do something.” He nodded and continued smiling. I called my son’s name once, and he instantly came walking around the backside of parked truck. I immediately handed our dear poodle over to my son, and asked him to follow me over to a grass clearing beside the highway. When we got there my son took off his left shoe and sock. I didn’t even have to ask him! I got so excited about doing this I woke.

A couple of hours later I was having another lucid dream, where I was showing my son how I could push Netflix movie icons out the top of the flat screen TV and turn them into CD boxes. My son was looking at this with amazement and curiosity. I then remembered my mantra, so I told my son, ”Let’s try this again!” He immediately sat on the floor and took off both shoes and socks. I grabbed his left foot and held it in my right hand, I then said, “Let’s heal the wart on your foot through consciousness and love!” I tried to shoot a beam of light from my left hand at the wart, but all I got was a small ball of light that stayed cupped in my hand. I focussed and concentrated to create the beam of light, but then the ball of light disappeared. I lowered his foot to the ground, and felt where the wart was, but it wasn’t there. I asked my son if the wart was on his left foot (I started to question myself)? My son lifted up his left foot to feel for the wart, and he said, “I can’t feel it.” He seemed frustrated, and then I woke up.

I went and described to my son this morning what had happened during the two lucid dreams last night. I felt that I hadn’t done the healing correctly and I’ll try again in the next lucid dream. We did some rehearsals too, so I’ll have it all straight in my mind. Next time, he will hold his left foot in the air, so I can shoot light beams from both my hands at the wart. I still need to figure a better healing phrase to say while I’m doing this. Any suggestions would be appreciated!

So I should have probably written this down as soon as I woke up, can't remember too many details at this point, but the most memorable part was this:

My teenage daughter has been kidnapped (I don't have any children IRL). Searching for her, finally find her in different room, in pieces in different containers. Little bits of her body all over the place. I have to assemble them and sew her back together. She comes back to life. Bandage her up. Later after lifting a bandage, I see she is healing extremely fast. At some point I shift from being her mother to her sister.



IDFK. Some weird shit.