Tihiti

In this dream I was standing in a 2nd storey bedroom watching teenagers mingling outside. It was nighttime, but the area was lit up by exterior lighting from the building. My vision was crystal clear, and it seemed too surreal not to be a dream, so I became lucid. No reality check needed. I slid open the window and shouted out to the kids, “Hey, can I join you guys?” One of the teenagers said, “Sure.” I popped out the window screen, and then asked the kids if it was safe for me to jump (of course it was). Another kid replied, “I don’t know?” They were all looking up at me with interest. In an effort to try something new while lucid, I decided to crawl down the side of the building like Spiderman. Instead of going straight down, I went at about a 45 degree angle; head first, down the brick wall towards the ground, crawling like a spider. To my surprise, when I reached the ground, all the teenagers were gone. A woman dressed in blue then looked out the second storey window at me, and when I looked back at her, she quickly moved away. I then woke up.

I guess most people have had a Grim Reaper dream at some point in their life, here’s mine (my scariest LD ever):

In this dream I was at my log cabin doing chores (as usual). I walked into the living room, which has a high vaulted ceiling, and I could see somebody in a dark hood robe, up-side-down, with their face against the wall, and about half way up. I found this very alarming, and I instantly became lucid. The clarity was perfect and everything was vivid. The dream figure then crawled head first quickly down the wall, across the floor, and then it stood up one foot in front of my face. He was slightly taller than I, and it was the Grim Reaper! I was totally freaked out! He had icy, bluish gray eyes, which seemed to be glowing, and a lizard face. His scales and coloring were actually quite brilliant and beautiful as far as a lizard goes (I thought). The first thing that came to mind was, “Kill him!” This wasn’t a normal response for me in any form, especially while lucid.

I reached forward and tore his black, hooded robe off and threw it to the floor. This genderless, lizard biped was standing there completely naked with a shocked look of fear on his face! His mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged wide. He looked totally weak and anorexic. I thought to myself, I’m going to destroy you. In complete rage, I reached forward to crush him, but he shot off in faint wisp of smoke right through the log wall and was gone. He was unbelievably fast. I immediately woke up, and I was shaken by the dream. This was no doubt the scariest lucid dream I’ve ever had. I saw this dream figure once again in an LD last year, but I left him alone and ignored him, and he kept his distance.

After doing WBTB (Wake Back to Bed), my mind is consciously awake, but my body is asleep. This can be very boring while in the ‘void’ patiently waiting for the next lucid dream to start. Sometimes this can last up to an hour before a dream finally kicks in. Sometimes there’s hypnogogic imagery, occasional voices, but for the most part it’s dimly lit nothingness, and it’s challenging not to slip into unconsciousness. I’ve recently discovered that it’s possible to engage the void, and make it a pleasant experience. For me, the void can basically become a dream without vision, but you have touch and sound. Here’s what happened:

I had just finished a lucid dream where I was at a very scenic boardwalk enjoying the ocean and having an evening walk, and then the dream faded and I was back in ‘the void’ waiting for the next lucid dream to start. After about 10 or 15 minutes in the darkness I heard some people talking, and I recognized one of the voices! It was my daughter’s! I tried to call her name, but nothing happened, and it felt as though if I had tried any harder, my physical body would have spoken. If my physical body spoke, or moved, I would slip out the void and physically woken up. I could still hear my daughter talking to somebody, so I decided to relax and calm myself into the twilight zone of slipping into unconsciousness. Then I said my daughter’s name, and it worked! My daughter quickly replied by saying, “Dad?”

She then sang me a brilliant song that lasted about 30 seconds, ‘a jingle’. I told her it was a beautiful song! Then she came and hugged me. I couldn’t see anything in this state of lucidness, but I could feel her hugging me, and I was able to talk to her. I hugged her back and told her I love her. She jokingly said, “Dad, we have to stop meeting like this or people will start to talk!” I then said, “Daughter, we simply need to be together every night while I dream until we’re together again. A father and daughter can’t be separated.” I slipped deeper into unconsciousness and I found myself fully lucid back at the boardwalk again. I was still talking to my daughter, but she was now a small sphere of light, the size of a ladybug stuck to the side of a weathered wooden wall. I told her again I love her, and that we simply need to be together. She then vanished, and I continued my evening walk along the boardwalk. Shortly thereafter I lost my lucidity and continued in regular dream mode. I don’t remember what happened after that, but I did end up back in the void again, and then I had a pontoon boat LD which I’ll journal later

In this dream I wasn’t lucid, but I thought it was an awesome synchronicity/confirmation that there is validity behind dreams. Here’s what happened:

In this non lucid dream I was at work, and a co-worker came up to me and gave me a phone number to call. I asked her to repeat it please because I didn’t catch it. Then the numbers appeared in front of me, and it looked like how they display lottery numbers. Well lit numbers were floating in the air right in front of me. It read 888-####. I immediately woke and wrote the numbers down in my dream journal. I figured, “Yes, I’ve been given some winning lottery numbers!” I interpreted this dream incorrectly.

A couple of days later we received a phone call on my wife’s cell. She said, “Somebody is calling me with the number 888-####. Should I answer it?” I immediately said, “Yes, answer it!”, because I remembered the #’s from my dream. It was Vice Principal of my daughter’s high school calling us on her cell. BTW – I had no prior knowledge of the VP’s cell #. She asked if we’d like to come and meet with an Interior Designer to review a design proposal for a ‘legacy wall’ for my daughter who had passed two years ago. We went to the school and reviewed the design, and it was way beyond our dreams, it was truly a great tribute to her life. Before we left the VP came up to me and said, “I wanted to call you, rather than you having to call us regarding the generous donations to the memory of your daughter.” It was a very emotional visit.

In this lucid dream, I was playing right along with the Dream Figures, creating some drama, fun and an interesting story line, until they realized I was stringing them a line. I’m always way too serious in my lucids and I usually have an agenda, but not this time!

In this dream I was in the back of my pickup, trying to rollout the black nylon cover, but it wasn’t working, and I was blaming my wife for messing it up (I know, typical husband). The black vinyl cover was supposed to be black, but it was now brown and all torn up. Hey, wait a second, this is a dream, I’m lucid! This lucid happened around 1:30 Am, which is a good thing, because LD’s early in the night are typically very vivid and clear for me (almost magical). I stepped off the truck box and looked around, realizing I was inside a large industrial looking garage. My wife was now gone and I was alone. I decided to head out and explore this amazing place.

There was a hallway leading out of the garage, and it came to a glass door exit. I decided to try walking right through the glass door, without opening it, and it worked perfectly. I felt the glass passing through my body (there’s no waking world sensation to describe it). Once I was outside, I could see two people walking, in what looked like space suits, way off to the left, through a garage door opening. It was night time, and I was surrounded by dark colored buildings. I flew up about 50 feet into the air and then slowly flew between the buildings, then 3 men stepped out of a doorway, and I hovered above them. They didn’t notice me above them, and I watched as they walked away and chatted.

Then a black car drove out of the same building, and parked alongside. I decided to fly down and take a closer look. I hovered above the trunk and watched two men step out of the car. One fellow was holding a knife to the second guy’s throat, so I slowly floated down beside them to see what was going on. The guy holding the knife was startled when he saw me, and the 2nd fellow ran off. He then turned the knife towards me, and this is when I decided to play along with the dream game. I looked at him and said, “It’s okay, I’m a secret agent too, follow me into the building! I want to show you something.” He put his knife away and said, “Oh, okay.” I had no idea what was in the building, or what I was going to show him, but I walked into the same door the three guys had exited earlier, and he followed me.

We walked straight down a hallway, made a left turn, then a right, and we ended up in a long concrete passage. I was struggling to come up with something to show him, so I decided to do some lucid dream skills, and I said, “I have secret agent superpowers!” I took my fist and slowly pushed it into the concrete wall and then I pulled it out. I left a hole in the wall, and there was concrete dust all over my hand. His eyes opened wide, and he said, “Holy, that’s unreal!”

A woman appeared out of nowhere and walked up to us, and I told her, “I’m an agent with superpowers. I’m genetically engineered!” (I was really pouring it on, lol) I said, “Watch this!”, and I pushed my point finger into the concrete wall, up to my knuckles. She didn’t seem very impressed with my superpowers, and then she proceeded to lift my shirt and grab onto my stomach with pliers and twist. I was thinking this is some kind of psycho chick! I couldn’t help noticing my stomach was glowing with white light (not sure why). I said to her, “I didn’t feel a thing.” This wasn’t true, because it sort of tickled, and I couldn’t stand the feeling. She was going to do it again, and I shouted, “Don’t!” She asked me why, and I replied, “I just don’t like it.” She said, “Okay.” Then another guy with wires, plugs, and bandages on his head walked up to us.

This guy looked really pale; he had black around his eyes, and was simply scary. There were copper wires coming out of his skull, connecting to a junction block with a multi-pin plug. I looked at him, pointed, and said, “Hey, you have wires connected to your brain and they go to a plug!” It was a very shocking site, like ‘The Borg’. He then pointed at my head and said, “You don’t have any wires coming out of your head. What’s going on?” I looked at the woman, who had been twisting my gut with pliers, and I said, “You know, there’s much more sophisticated ways of plugging into somebody’s brain using chips and Wi-Fi.” She then started to laugh at me (I wasn’t fooling her at all). I started laughing too, and then I woke up.

I entered this dream totally lucid after doing a WBTB (Wake Back to Bed). This lucid was very long, involved several scenes, and I travelled across the country. There were also a couple strange things that happened, both of which were new experiences. The dream started off in a small lottery ticket/smokes/video store.

A young man in his early 20’s was standing in front. He had short, dark hair, and a tattoo coming up the left side of his neck from under his T-shirt. First, I asked him his name, and he replied, but his name was a bit odd, so I asked him again, and he told me (I forgot his name by the time I journaled this). I then asked where he lives, and he said my city’s name! Finally, a dream figure that’s from my city! I was going to next ask his last name, but then an invisible dream figure grabbed onto me and pulled me backwards right through the store’s wall. There was somebody holding me around my stomach, from the back! I wasn’t struggling at, and I simply let the strange force take me. It was kind of nice having somebody else do all the work. I was going backwards down one of the main streets, I knew exactly where I was, and I recognized most of the buildings. We went faster and faster until everything was a blur, and then we ended up in a forested area. We had slowed down, but I was still facing backwards, and was beginning to wonder where we were. That’s when we approached a large mountain range.

I pointed to the top of a mountain, and I told the invisible dream figure, “Take me up there!” It was all snowy and looked very scenic. We went part way up the mountain, but then the dream figure seemed to run out of steam, and then we headed back down the mountain into a rocky valley. This time I was facing forward, which was nice for a change. We then came upon a rocky, barren area, and then the dream figure let go of me, and I was standing all alone in the middle of nowhere. Huge rocks started avalanching down the mountain towards me. I thought great, time for fun! I shot across the ground right at the avalanche and I let the rocks hit me. The bigger the better! I kept jumping in front to the biggest rocks, only to have them bounce off me. There this big rectangular rock sliding down the slope, about the size of a king size mattress, so I grabbed onto it with one hand and smashed it over my head. I’m not really too sure why I did that, but anyway, it was all fun. Then the invisible dream figure came back and grabbed me once again, and we flew further down the valley into a forested area.

I recognize this place! It’s Jasper! We flew right through the wall of a building, and then the invisible dream figure placed me in a stairwell with approximately 10 people. I had gone a long time without stabilizing, and my vision was starting to go black, so I started to swirl. I swirled and swirled, and then the clarity came back perfectly, except now I was standing outside the stairwell looking in at the group. There was no doorway, only windows, and I hadn’t considered trying to pass through the wall to rejoin the group. I watched the people walk up the stairs, and I simply floated upwards, outside the stairwell, in an effort to stay close to them. When we got to the top floor, there was only a metal screen along the ceiling separating us, so I passed right through it, and rejoined the group. We then proceeded to walk down the hallway of an elementary school.

There were young kids everywhere. As I walked past one class I heard somebody mention my daughter’s name, so I spun around and went into the classroom. I remembered my mantra during WBTB which was to visit with my daughter, and I thought maybe she was here. There were about 20 kids sitting on the floor, and a teacher was standing off to the side. I introduced myself to the kids and then I asked them who said my daughter’s name. I recognized one of the kids, so I asked him if he said my daughter’s name, and he replied, “No, I didn’t say her name?” Just then a little tiny dog ran into the classroom, and it was only about 4 inches long. It looked up at me and started to bark! I reached down and picked up the dog and said, “Well, hello there cute little doggy!” Suddenly all the kids around me started to disappear and fall to pieces. Now what's going on? The little dog in my hand started to morph into something different (like a little wiener with eyes). I found this all a bit too alarming and then I woke up. This dream was very cool and I enjoyed it immensely!

In this dream I was at my parent’s house having breakfast. A close friend from my school years was sitting to the right of me and playing with pill container. I asked Gerald what the pills are for? He said, “I have to pee into this bottle.” Well, that was certainly odd, I thought. I hardly ever see this friend, now he’s sitting at my parent’s dining room table planning to pee in a bottle! I began to question if I was dreaming. I looked at my sister sitting across the table and my bother in-law. They certainly looked real. I looked around the dining room to see if anything was different. Everything was the same except there was a clock on the wall that said it was 6:00 Am. Now that was very certain a good, dream clue, because I usually sleep-in on the weekends. I decided to do some reality checks.

I looked at my hands and they were normal, but I still figured this was a dream, so I tried pushing my point finger through my left hand. My finger didn’t pass through. Hmmmm, this normally works as a reality check. I was determined to get some proof that this was dream, so I stood up and looked out the front window. There was a couple walking down the street with a husky on a leash. They looked almost normal, except the woman had a husky face! Yaaaaay, this is dream, I’m lucid!! When I turned around my ‘middle’ sister was suddenly sitting at the table. I smiled and said, “Hi!” I decided to do my lucid healing technique on her because she has lost partial vision in her left eye due to a neurological degenerative disease (in WL). The first step was to create healing light in my hands, and then concentrate it into an energy ball, and then push it into her eye, while saying a healing prayer. I cupped my hands, focussed on forming healing light, and then a white light started form, but then my vision started to go blurry. Darn, I’m losing lucidity. I then woke up and recorded the dream on my voice recorder.

I picked up a mini voice recorder on Ebay, and it’s amazing! I can now voice record my dreams during the night without having to turn lights on, write in my dream journal, and then totally wake up. In the morning I simply play the recordings and journal them. This has given me 9 dreams, plus 6 lucids, in two nights. I often forget many dreams and lucids because I don’t feel like waking up to journal them, and I usually wait until the morning to do this, at which point I can’t recall what happened. I just need a couple of words from the dream in order to remember them. I highly recommend giving this a try!

I became lucid in this dream because there was an alien looking little feller sitting on the floor beside a human being (dream figure). That’s more than enough to make me lucid! He was really cute, about 18” tall, dark hair, and was half body, half head, and he was kind of roundish looking. I really wasn’t too sure what he was, but he definitely had my interest. I laid down on my side right beside him, and looked him right in the eyes. His eyes were huge, and looked like he was wearing dark sun glasses, but he wasn’t. There were no pupils, just large, darkish eyes. He looked at me momentarily, said nothing, and then continued on talking to the other guy beside him.

These two guys were practicing a movie script, and were critiquing each other on their performance. My dear wife was standing behind me watching with interest. I asked her to join in with these two guys, and contribute to the script, since my wife is such a great talker. Lots of people started to gather in the room, and they were socializing. Then somebody unexpectedly started to sing ‘Happy Birthday’!

I quickly jumped to my feet, and joined in singing. People were all around me, and I was thinking, “Whose birthday is it?” Well, most of the crowd said my wife’s name (my wife’s birthday was a couple of weeks ago), and a couple of people, off to the left, said my daughter’s name (in the song). My dear wife was smiling ear to ear! I’m not sure if my daughter was there or not, because there had to have been at least 15 dream figures in this kitchen size room, but surely she was.

After the song had finished, I went exploring to left to see who had sung my daughter’s name. Surely enough it was my two older sisters. I went to my oldest sister and gave her a hug, and told her I loved her. There was a 6 ½ foot tall ‘dream authority’ towering over my dear sister, looking real nasty at her. My sister was looking real nervous. I momentarily thought about given this guy a major butt kickin’, but I remembered my conviction for no violence while dreaming, especially while lucid, so instead I went to my other sister and hugged her too. I was upset about my older sister’s predicament, so I fell off the lucidity tight rope and woke up.

In this dream there was a beautiful woman standing on the street corner. I couldn’t help notice her as I walked across the street’s intersection. She was leaning against a traffic light standard, with one leg crossed over the other, and was wearing blue jeans and tight, black, leather jacket. We came face to face as I stepped onto the curb I stopped and looked and looked at her. She unzipped her leather jacket down to her button, showing off her tight shirt, and fine form. Hey wait a second; I’m an old, fat man, what’s wrong with this scene (I thought to myself)? I looked around and I instantly realized, hey, I’m dreaming! Yay, I’m lucid, but wait, I can’t show interest in this woman, since I’m married, and my purpose behind lucid dreaming is to connect with my daughter.

I didn’t want to be seduced, so I turned around and walked over to a large construction, garbage container on the side of the road. It was half full of dirty water, and I just stood there staring at the reflections. There were some plastic balls and pieces of garbage floating around, and I was studying them to help improve my clarity prior to inviting my daughter into my dream. I could feel somebody standing behind me, so I turned to see who it was. Darn, it was the seductress again! I figured I might as well be witty with her, and see if I can learn more about dream figures, so I stated, “We are human beings.” She smiled and said, “I’m not.” I then asked, “What are you?” Again she smiled and replied, “Something else.” She then turned and walked away from me. My lucid dream faded and I woke up.

I was lying in bed consciously awake, with my body asleep, waiting for the next dream to start, and then a good thing happened, I felt ‘the vibrations’ starting. Then I experienced something new, I could see an oval shaped portal above my head (approx. 2 feet in diameter), and there was bright light and snow coming through it. I’ve never seen anything like that before. I reached my OBE arms up into the opening, grabbed onto the snow covered ground with my left hand, and onto some sort or rail with my right, and then I started to drag myself slowly out of my bed and into this fantastic place.

It took all the strength I had to exit into this wonderland, pulling and dragging, but it was well worth it! I stood up, and realized I was on a beautiful mountainous ski slope. The sky was a wash of whiteness from a snow flurry, and I the tree line below was faintly visible. The clarity was excellent! The portal behind me vanished. I could feel the cold wind against my body (only had my briefs on). There was a snowboard trick rail to the right of me, and this is what I used to help drag me out of my bed. Flight was first thing that came to mind, so I tried to take off, but then everything went black, and then I was back in bed again, consciously awake, but with my body asleep. A short time later I ended up in another lucid dream which I journaled as, ‘Stabbing a Butcher Knife Right Through my Hand’.

I heard my radio alarm go off, and music was playing loudly, so rolled over and hit the ‘off’ button, then gazed up at my ceiling feeling some disappointment that I didn’t get to connect with my daughter in an LD or OBE. Hold on, something is in my mouth, what is it? I reach in my mouth and pulled out what felt like leafs. Okay, I get it; I’m having a false awakening!

I dragged myself out of bed, and it felt like I weighed 500 lbs. My CPAP mask was stuck to my face, and my blanket was over my head, so I clawed away to remove them piece by piece. I then called out, “Daughter, where are you?” I looked in my closet, nope, she’s not there. I could see my bed glowing with white light and wind was blowing my sheets around. The blanket was humped up on the edge of my bed and wavering in the wind, so I figured she must be under my blanket. Nope, she wasn’t there. I then checked under my bed, and again, nope she wasn’t there either. I could hear some familiar female voices in the hallway, so I went and opened my bedroom door, and I was surprised to see my two sisters standing there.

My oldest sister took one look at me, laughed, and said, “Looks like you had a rough night!” You know, that’s exactly how I felt, totally dishevelled. If I looked in a lucid dream mirror, I probably would have been a monster or something. My other sister was missing most of the features on her face (a skin face). I staggered past them and came upon my mom who was blocking the way into my daughter’s room. I asked mom, “Where’s daughter?” She looked over her shoulder into my daughter’s room and replied, “You can’t go in yet.” I was feeling barely able to hold on to my lucidity, so I blurted, “I need to see her now!” My lovely mom replied, “Go ahead then.” I squeezed by mom, and came upon my daughter who was ‘forming a body’ on her bed. Okay, this I’ve never seen before while lucid!

First her torso and head formed with short arms and legs, and she looked like skin and bones. Then her legs and arms slowly grew out as clothes and hair appeared. I was starting to freak out! I grabbed onto her skinny body and shouted, “Daughter, are you okay?” She just laid there face down and unresponsive. Suddenly she became conscious and flew up into my arms and hugged me, and said, “Dad!” Her body filled out to her normal size as I held her close. I told her, “I love you!” I instantly forgot about what I’d just seen (first time is always a shocker!). We hugged for at least a minute, and then my lucidity started to fail. I said, “Let’s go for a walk!” My dear daughter said, “How about a run?” I said, “Yes, let’s do that, running is fun while lucid because I can run real fast and never get tired.” We ran down the stairs, out the front door, and then my vision went completely black. I laid perfectly still in bed so as not to wake. Then boom, I was back in the dream at the exact same spot! I ran out the front door looking for my daughter, but she was gone? I went back in the house and asked my mom if she knew where my dear daughter went, but she didn’t know. I then woke up feeling great! Thanks daughter! My real alarm went off minutes later.

In this dream I was walking down a carpeted stairwell, that made a 90 degree turn to the left, and I was following a brown haired man. I was making silly nonsense words, and acting totally stupid. As we made our way down the stairs, this man laughed and looked back at me smiling. Holy crap, it’s Robin Williams! Seeing him made me instantly lucid.

We ended up in a family room, where I told him how much all his fans love and miss him. I then asked him how he’s doing in the afterlife, but he looked horrified at what I said, and he quickly turned away. I’m slowly learning what to say, and what not to say while lucid, and this clearly what not to say to somebody who has passed. I casually changed the topic by asking him to show me his acting awards. This got his attention, and he opened up a hidden, trap door in a shelving unit, and we walked into an open area that looked like a cluttered basement. He suddenly started to look frightened by something, and he reached behind some junk, and then pulled out an old, single shot, 410 shotgun!

The shotgun had a silver receiver, wood stock, and blued barrel. He pulled the hammer back, swung the shotgun in my general direction, and then he started pulling on the trigger. I wasn’t at all scared by this, because I’ve lost track at how many times I’ve been shot at while dreaming, but I really wasn’t up to be shot by Robin Williams. Robin then frantically said, “What’s up with this thing?”, as he pulled on the trigger. I reached forward and quickly grabbed the gun from him, and ripped the barrel off the receiver. Then he started to point at something with his finger, so I looked around to see what it was, and then I realized what he was so scared of. It wasn’t me he was trying to shoot!

I was shocked to see, a huge, black spider, the size of a rat, creeping along the concrete floor. He wanted to shoot the spider (not me)! I still had the shotgun, less the barrel, in my hand. Instinctively I checked the shotgun’s chamber to make sure a shell was in there, and that all was clear where the barrel use to be. It basically looked like sawed off shotgun, so I pointed it at the spider, and pulled the trigger. Boom! A spray of lead went flying everywhere, and the spider blew to pieces. I looked back at Robin, and he asked me, “Did you get the bacteria?” I looked at him and nodded, while I thought to myself, that was spider, not ‘bacteria’. I immediately woke up, and thought about what happened. Normally I would have hugged the spider and turned it into something beautiful, but I panicked and used the shotgun. Oh well, next time I’ll get it right.

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.