Before I went to bed I was reading a fiction book called "Lucid" by Adrienne Stoltz & Ron Bass. It's about these 2 teenage girls who dream each others life every night they go to sleep but they don't know each other or if the other is actually real. So far, they suspect that the other is real but so far only one has tried to find the other but was unsuccessful. Very Lucid Dream! I was talking to this older woman & there were other people around & I suddenly realized I was extremely lucid so I decided to ask the woman if she was my spirit guide & at first she said no & then I remembered someone saying that you should ask 3 times because it seems to be a theme that on the 3rd time that things seem to change & you seem to get the real answer. The idea was that dream characters will say they are your Spirit Guide but it isn't true. So I asked 3 times & then I got really really angry because I wasn't getting answers. Then the craziest thing happened. I lost time somehow but I was still lucid. It was like someone was trying to guide me somewhere & I just started losing time. I was very lucid so it was all very strange. I had the overwhelming feeling that I was being watched but not by something or someone sinister. I remember saying I understand everything now. That I know there is so much to our state of being is more than a physical shell. Basically the body we occupy while we are here is a shell with our spirit occupying that space. Also I was saying that there are so many things going on that we can't see. I basically communicated my beliefs about our existence & that of others.... I obviously don't know quite everything but I feel I know quite a lot for someone at my level of state of being. We are energy like everything else & that being in a human body limits us be pigeon holed into thinking only in physical terms. I won't go into all of my realizations of the world we live in because it would become a book, lol.... I found myself flying around in a rage because I just wasn't getting all the answers I wanted but I just kept losing time while my ranting was going on. After this I kept having chaining dreams which included the characters from the book I was reading. Many Lucid Wilds & DILDs but I didn't stop to write anything down because they just kept happening. I felt as though I've been kind of blocked lately & felt the need to l just purge my dreams, if that makes sense. I woke up feeling very enlightened but also left with questions about why I kept losing time. Ironically before I went to bed I was talking to my husband & told him that I've never felt I've lost time during a lucid dream or in sleep. I have had it happen when I was drinking though back when I drank but I know that was just the booze, lol. But on September 18, 1989. I was driving with my first husband. We had just got married that day which is why I remember the day. I was the one who was driving along this river. I was showing him where I used to live & I lost time while I was driving & till this day find that to be very strange.... If anyone has any theories on any of this I'd love to hear them! Non-Lucid-Green Lucid-Red Explanation of details-Blue Side Notes-Purple Astral Projection/AP-Brown
When I become lucid I am at my childhood neighbor's place. But the inside of the house has transformed into a big hot-spring. Some friends are there. Not the one to whom the house belongs though. I try to convince my friends that we are all sharing a dream, inciting them to become lucid. That first scene alone was quite long but I don't remember all the details. Eventually I decided to try to fly, which is my favorite thing to do when lucid dreaming. By controlling my breathing I begin to float out of the water and up. The roof is gone, leaving a majestic starry sky. My friends are worried. I have it all under control I tell them. I could control my floating flight at will, swiftly falling and rising. I go up. The sky envelops me. Far away I can see the hot-spring. And then it multiplies like a kaleidoscope. It covers all my field of view. The ground folds upon itself and envelops me in a bubble. In its walls I see crazy psychedelic visuals. I am surrounded by the greatest light spectacle I've ever seen. I wake up. Or maybe the dream continues for a little bit. There was a scene where I kissed a girl in the hot-spring room but I can't quite position it in time. Anyways. I wake up. But not really. I am still dreaming but it takes me a while to realize. I am shocked by the dream I just had so I quickly pick up my diary and start writing it. That dream version of the entry was much more detailed than this one. Everything was really clear in my memory. I could come back to almost every moment, which is odd because I usually have somewhat bad recollection. The memories are so fresh. But I know that they are going to fade away. I wish I had a more concrete proof of the existence of that dream. As that thought crossed my mind a crystal sphere comes out of my mouth. It is the dream, condensed, complete in all its extension. By touching the ball I experience the entirety of the dream as a simultaneous memory. But then another ball comes out of my mouth. And this one too is a complete dream, only one I have not yet had. In this ball is the complete dream, and I also experience it simultaneously; timeless. Maybe I actually go through the dream and it is only my memory that which was compressed. But then another comes out, and another. I don't remember how many. And each of them was a complete dream. Adventures, movies, epic symphonies. Experienced in a flash. I could perceive the totality of each dream but I wasn't able to retain most of it. I showed them to my father. I was so happy to have these solid physical memories of so many marvelous dreams. Eventually what came out of my mouth was not the crystal globes but some kind of jade eggs, vessels, cylinders. The top part comes apart so they can be opened. And when they are they produce a strange sound. Deep, kind of like a whale's. But each is different. Me and my dad play around with these dream instruments. I think by that time I knew I was dreaming again. Eventually the dream lost stability and faded. I don't remember its ending.
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