Tihiti

I’m in the void, between dreams, waiting for the next to start. I could feel occasional vibrations, but not enough to try an OBE exit. Then I started to spin clockwise, round and round in my bed, while I was lying on my back. This seemed really odd; because the wall is right beside me, so how could I be spinning continuously (this is what I was thinking)? Then I rotated to sitting position in a bed, and I found myself in a bedroom I didn’t recognize. The room was very old fashion looking, woody, and had sloped ceilings that looked like dormers. I checked to see if my physical body was on the bed beside me, because the environment resembled an OBE in feel and color, but it wasn’t. I guess this was some sort of cool lucid dream.

I stood up and walked to the bedroom door. The door was very small, and I was questioning if this was the closet door, but this was the only door in the room, so I opened it. On the other side was a hallway with several doors with numbers on them. I realized I was in a very old hotel. The staircase was right beside me, so I headed downstairs. I decided to count softly to help maintain lucidity. I proceeded down three sets of stairs, through a couple of hallways, and I ended up in fancy hotel lobby which was very well lit by chandeliers. By this point I had counted just past 60. I’ve never tried counting before to keep my lucidity, but I have to say, it works really well! There were dark stained wood casings everywhere, with inset wall panels covered in red velvet, and there was gold trim everywhere. There was nobody at the check-in counter.

I could hear people talking on the other side of some very large, wooden, double doors, so I decided to walk in there and take a look. The door knobs were about 3 inches in diameter, golden, and embedded with a red pattern. This was the hotel’s main ballroom! There was a large stage off to the right, multi-level seating, heavy wooden tables and chairs everywhere, with a large walk up bar at the far end. There were a couple of men standing by the stage talking, and there was one bar tender. I couldn’t help notice the Marshall stacks on stage which seemed really out of place, plus all the other band gear and lighting. This place was all setup and ready to party! I walked across the ballroom and approached the bar tender. I felt like asking him for a drink, but I remembered from a previous lucid dream that this just eats up valuable time asking a dream figure to make a drink. They tend to look at me and say, “What, me? Make you a drink? You’re kidding, right?” The dream figure looked at me and said, “Why don’t you follow me, and we’ll sit at the table over here and talk.” I said, “Sure, let’s do that!”

We sat at a table in the middle of the ballroom, and I was facing the stage. Again I noticed the Marshall stacks. Two more men, dressed in black suits joined us, and they immediately started talking business and money. I was thinking to myself, man, you guys sure know how to bore a lucid dreamer to death. I was also thinking, I’m here trying to find my daughter, and now I ended up at table with a bunch of stiffs. People kept appearing out of know where and they were intently watching us. Everybody was silent, so was I. I’m normally very talkative while lucid, but something was very off with these guys. I felt my lucidity failing, as these guys rambled on about investments. I said, “Excuse me, I have to do something.” They stopped talking and watched me as I stood up and started to swirl round and round, while I sang a little song, and happily waving my arms. My lucidity came back, and I stopped swirling. That’s when I noticed people giggling at me, and the two men in black suits were shaking their heads in disbelief. I said, “I need to do this to maintain my state of being.” That’s when I noticed my dream guide sitting in the crowd.

He was making major eye contact with me and was signalling me to shut up and get the hell out of here. This guy usually shows up when things are about to get out of hand. Somebody from my work then appeared literally right in front of me, out of nowhere, and started asking questions. He was totally out place, and had nothing to do with what was going on. By this point I was totally confused, and then I woke up.

In this Lucid Dream I walked on water for the first time! Later on in the dream I questioned a dream figure on her true identity, and she reversed the question and described me instead. Here’s what happened:

I was out deer hunting on an island, and the background scenery appeared to flat, so I walked up to it and discovered it was actually a large camouflage blind extending as far as I could see. There was a vertical, slit opening in the camouflage fabric which I was able to pass through to the other side. To my surprise I found a man sitting against the blind, but it was very dark and I couldn’t see who it was. I sat down beside him and began to think about the situation. Suddenly, my cell phone rang, it’s my dad. He said I should come home and get my rifle since I’m out hunting. I said, “Okay dad, I’ll come home and get it.” Why would I go deer hunting without a gun, seriously, this is definitely a dream! I’m lucid! I stood up and ran towards the lake a leaped off a 50 foot cliff ‘superman style’.

Instead of flying like I expected, instead I fell towards the water, and stopped just inches from the surface. Clarity was extremely poor, and I wasn’t going anywhere. There was a small piece of seaweed floating on the surface so focussed on it until it became clear and focussed, then I could see my reflection and ripples in the water. I slowly began to move forward, just inches above the water’s surface. Shortly thereafter, I approached the shore near my parent’s house, but I stopped about 10 yards from shore, and I wasn’t moving, so I decided to stand up in the waist deep water. I thought about a forum topic regarding ‘walking on water’ so I gave it try. I stepped up onto the water’s surface and was reasonably solid. The surface resembled that of a firm gymnastic matt. This is when I noticed I was being followed by the man from the island! He was about 20 feet behind me, waist deep in water, and struggling his way towards me. I said, “Hey! You can walk on the water too! Try it!” Sure enough, he could walk on the water too, and then walked to shore.

The man was over 6 feet tall, middle aged, and had short brown hair. I asked him his name, and he happily replied, “Robin!” I looked at him, and I said, “That’s not what I mean, who are you really? Are you female or a male, and what is your real name?” He was surprised by this comment and he turned into a six foot tall, blonde woman in a pretty white dress with band shoulder straps. She had a faint white glowing aura around her, and I didn’t recognize her. I see this quite often in LD’s, glowing dream figures, so I didn’t take much notice of that, but what she said next left me thinking. She said, “Instead of talking about me, let’s talk about you. You always walk around with your hands like this (she showed me in a joking manner), and you’re always so laid back. She imitated me again smiling. You’re also so much better at creating money than I am.” At this point I woke up, and thought carefully about what happened so I could journal this in the morning.

I lay in bed pondering this experience. She was absolutely correct about the way I carry my hands when I walk, and my laid back attitude, but ‘creating money’ made no sense to me. You don’t create money; you make money, and I’m not that good at making money. What did she mean by creating money? I didn’t figure out what she meant until the morning. She was referring to a memorable OBE I had with her (my daughter), which I journaled under the title, ‘A Little Noodles Please’. Here’s an excerpt from the dream where I created money:

“I fumbled through my pockets to try and find some money, but there was none. As I reached to grab the bag of chocolates a toonie fell from my wrist, hit the floor, and then rolled against the counter. The restaurant went silent.”

I find this interesting because my daughter was able to identify in the dream who she was, not by directly telling me, but through some common experience we shared in another dream (OBE). This was something that was not apparent during the dream, but was something I had to think about very carefully after awakening in order to make sense of ‘creating money’.

My mind is conscious, but my body is asleep, and I’m in the ‘void’ between dreams. Somebody is with me and we’re hugging, but I can’t see who it is. ‘The vibrations’ start happening, and they’re quite intense, so decided to try an OBE exit. It works, but I didn’t make it all the way to my feet, and I fall back to my bed in sitting position. I struggled to my feet, all while I was being pulled hard towards my physical body. After I stood up, I was still being pulled hard backwards, and I struggled forward trying to get my bearings. I couldn’t believe how hard I was being tugged on, so I looked back to see what was going on. I could see several tubes (2 or 3 inches in diameter) of blue, white, and yellow light connecting between my OBE body and physical body. They were arcing and whipping violently. The light was so bright I could barely see my physical body. Then I realized where I was. I was in my childhood bedroom, approximately 35 years ago.

Everything in my room was exactly the same as it was during my teens. I struggle forward, past my childhood dresser on the left, towards the door, and then suddenly I was free. The tubes of light had disappeared. I grabbed onto the doorknob and paused to ask for my daughter to join me on my adventure into the past. I slowly turned the door knob and crept out into the hallway. I could hear the floor creaking beneath me. There was faint light coming from my parent’s room and then my mom whispered, “Somebody’s up honey.” I quickly hurried downstairs into the living room so to avoid scaring the crap out of my mom. I looked around the living room, and I really didn’t have a plan what to do next. I looked at the old coach, of which my parents have long since disposed of, and I decided to go and sit there and wait for my daughter to show up, but then I unexpectedly returned to the void. All was dark and quiet. I heard my daughter’s voice say, “Dad, where did you go?” I didn’t reply, because I was trying to get back to wherever I’d been.