Chameleon's Adventures in the Dreamworld

[Chameleon]

9 July 2008 I am having a non-lucid dream. My Dad and I are visiting a member from DV whose nickname is “Steele Bullet”. He isn’t in so we wait for him in the lounge. I notice that he has left his laptop on and the DV website is showing. I find a thread where it shows members’ photographs. Steele Bullet has added some short movie clips of him running, cycling and so on. I think they are very clever and post a reply to say so. I then realise I am not logged in as myself, and I have used his access details (as he didn’t bother to log out). I feel bad about this and am determined to tell him when he returns. I then start feeling really odd, dizzy and I can’t see very well. My Dad manages to get me down onto the settee and goes off to get a glass of water. Just then Steele Bullet returns with his girlfriend. She sits on the opposite side of the settee to me and he walks over towards the TV. They seem to have had a small argument as she is sulking. I decide to tell SB about the post and start to try and get off the settee. I realise the settee is quite low to the ground and I am not going to be able to manage it. Then… PING! – I slowly start to wonder why on earth I’m in another member’s home on a very low settee. I come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming. With this, I rise from the settee with no trouble at all. I’m grinning all over my face as I go towards SB. I explain about the mix up with the posts and apologise. I also tell him I am lucid right now and start levitating to prove it (and show off). He astounds me by levitating a moment after me. This is the first time a DC has reacted this way. Normally I have to “teach” them. I float over to him and we hug, like we are old friends, but it is more because we have an understanding that we are both lucid. I say, “let’s float up through the ceiling and then back down,” which we do. When we reach the ground, we hug again and I lose the dream. ~~~ooo~~~ I’m new to the site, and thought I’d start here (after saying hello in the appropriate thread). I have lots of experiences to share, so they won’t be in date order. The first is today’s however, just this afternoon. I wasn’t lucid for long, but it was a fun time. I will add more as I get to know the site and you all a bit better. With regard to the dream, I visited my Dad and joined these forums today, hence those came into the dreamworld. I’ve checked to see if there is a member called Steele Bullet (there isn’t). I loved that SB levitated too – that really surprised me. Cham

[Chameleon]

26 June 2008 I was lucid all the way through this one. I decided right from the very beginning to try not to mention my awareness in the hope of prolonging the experience. It worked. I am in a shopping mall. I think to myself, “why do I always end up in flippin’ shopping malls?” and contemplate shifting the environment to a more natural one. However, instead a memory returns about someone. I stop the nearest person and ask her where I can find an old man with a white beard. She replies, “Oh you mean Clifford. He works at Morgan & Stanley bank on the upper floor,” and she points in the general direction. The mall is large and she offers to take me there. I am half expecting a Gandalf type character, however the man is ordinary, in his sixties (so not old at all) and does have a neat white beard. I assume this is he as everyone else is clean-shaven. I ask if he is Clifford and he nods. I know that he has something important to share with me (this is where the memory comes from) and so ask him if there is anywhere quieter we can go. He tells me he hasn’t got an office and leads me away from a group of people who he was initially talking with. He starts to give me the background of the bank and his job. I say, “No, no no no!” to him and start to lose the dream. It fades and I am left with mental screens. I see 4 or 5 of these and each one looks like a painting of trees. They are quite abstract with little colour, but they are obviously trees. I know that seeing these screens means that any second I’ll be awake and so I try to mentally grab hold of the dream environment to pull myself back into it. I actually reach out my hand towards the trees and this works as I am now back in the bank, but Clifford is nowhere to be seen. I ask the lady sitting in her cubicle where Clifford is and she tells me that he has gone to M&S for his sandwich lunch. I walk over the window and can see the shop opposite the bank. I walk through the window and try to fly to the shop, but for some reason this isn’t working. I am now suspended in the air outside the bank’s window and can’t move! Eventually I realise that the only way to move is to float downwards. Once grounded, I rush over to the shop but Clifford is not there. I wander around outside for a while in the hope of bumping into him. There is music and everyone seems to be in a good mood. It is a lively happy atmosphere and I soon lose the need to find Clifford and simply start enjoying the moment. I pass a stall selling doughnuts and decide to buy one to see what taste is like. I’ve experimented with taste in previous dreams and have been disappointed – there is little to no taste at all. Anyway, I order a doughnut with chocolate crunchy bits on top. As before, I experience no flavour and only eat half of it, throwing the rest away. I then walked past a music stall. There was a television showing a lady singing. She was very good. She looked like a sports presenter from the physical and I noticed this strange anomaly and wondered why I was seeing her and not what the singer really looked like. I was struck suddenly be needing to know who this singer was and so I asked the stallholder. She told me the singer was Sarah Tam. I lost the dream here, but managed to get back to it once again. Then I was in some kind of restaurant/bar. I found a notebook and pen and started to jot snippets of the dream down so that I wouldn’t forget. I wondered whether the notebook was my physical notebook and checked the surface of where I found it. I realised my glass of water wasn’t on the surface and deduced that the notebook was a dream book. However, I still wrote down Clifford, Sarah Tam and one other thing that I now forget. Some people came in who greeted me by name. I didn’t recognise any of them, but we all sat at a big round table. I was sat on a man’s lap – he was a good friend. It was purely platonic. More people came and joined us, greeting me warmly. I asked what everyone was doing here. I was told they’d all come to see me. By now there were about 20 or so friends either sitting or standing. They were all happy, smiling, talking amongst themselves etc. I knew that I might lose it due to the emotion and so I said to my friend opposite, “I might lose it soon, I’m sorry.” She just smiled and said it was OK. I decided to let them know my situation. I asked if they all knew me. She said of course. I asked why I didn’t recognise them. She smiled. So I said, “Is it because I’ve chosen to live in…the…other…reality?” I worded this carefully so as not to offend my dream friends, and to keep an open mind. She told me that was correct. I then explained that I was lucid and my physical was sound asleep on earth. I asked the man whose lap I was on if he was lucid too. He told me he was. I asked him how he remained lucid. He told me he didn’t need to – he lived there, as they all did. Then someone walked in and greeted me with a huge smile on her face. This was someone I know in the physical. At last – someone I recognised! “Kirsti,” I exclaimed, “you are often in my dreams…and here you are again!” She laughed. “Is Tanya here too?” I asked. Kirsti told me that Tanya would be coming along later. One of my female friends called my attention and showed me that she could change her legs into her arms and vice versa. It sounds very weird, but at the time seemed natural. She did a little snakelike movement and ta-da, her arms were her legs and her legs were her arms. Then two other friends showed me how they could swap their upper bodies, just by merging with each other. Again, it sounds bonkers but was as natural as pie when I was there. Everyone was laughing and joking. They’d seen it all before – this was “normal” to them. However, I was rather gobsmacked. I remembered Clifford and decided to ask what role he played and whether they knew him. I turned to the man and said, “Can I ask you a question?” He looked at me waiting. I laughed and said, “Maybe I ask too many questions!” Then something behind him distracted me. I could see 3 or 4 small clay squares with a design engraved on them. They were terracotta and very attractive. Each one had an image of a tree on it. I smiled acknowledging that Clifford’s gift to me was the word Trees. “It doesn’t matter,” I said to the man, “I’ve got the answer,” and because of the emotion I was experiencing right then I lost it and woke up for good. ~~~ooo~~~ It was 5am and I hurriedly got my notebook and wrote a few pointers. I would have forgotten about Sarah Tam had I not written it down in my dream notebook. All I have to do now is work out what I’m supposed to do with the word Trees. Cham

[apachama]

Thats an amazing dream. Well written, too. I have nothing much to say except for that.

[Chameleon]

Gee thanks for reading it apachama – I wasn’t sure anyone would have the time and inclination let alone stamina to read it all! Cham BTW, did you know that my abbreviated name is in your name?

[Chameleon]

8 June 2008 I awoke from a dream where I was playing pinball with my ex-hubby in a crowded bar. I lay in bed relaxing and drifting and was soon at the MABA (Mind Awake Body Asleep) stage. The hypnagogic sounds came quickly and I enjoyed a minute or two listening to voices talking. I started to feel myself floating around the bedroom and knew that I was on the border, or had already, separated. Then I heard music. The first track was Pleasant Valley Sunday by the Monkees. The next was a Beatles track that I recognised; however I’ve now forgotten it. I was quite happy bobbing around what I thought was my bedroom, getting the odd flash of light here and there. I was most likely suspended in the Void. As I had no plan, I didn’t actively do anything, but lo and behold I bumped against a windowpane. This was my sign to leave my body, which symbolically I did by climbing out of the window. Now I found myself somewhere that I deemed as real. I was on a dusty path which went on and on through gentle rolling hills. The environment seemed of a bygone era. It was quiet and I was the only one around. I passed a very large house made of old stone, almost a mansion on my right. It seemed slightly out of place with the age of the environment. It had at least 12 windows. Apart from the house, I saw one other structure that was obviously manmade. It looked like a stone chimney, but was square, like an elongated cube. It was about 2-3ft in diameter and had crumbled in places. I took it to be very old. It rose from where I was standing to approximately 20ft in the air, however its base wasn’t on the same level as I was, so it could have been much taller. As I looked into the distance, I thought I could see the sea. It was very choppy. Then I realised it wasn’t water – it was land. It appeared to be a horizontal landslide. I rejected this image by closing my eyes – I didn’t want this to be happening. I placed intent that when I opened my eyes, the landslide would have gone. I tentatively opened my right eye, only to find that the landslide was getting ominously closer and if I didn’t get out of the way soon, I’d be part of it. I looked at the old chimney and briefly considered flying into the air, using that as a stepping stone, where I could watch the landslide unfold from a safe place. For some reason, I decided against this and instead walked towards the landslide. There were one or two small dwellings tucked into the hillsides and I was concerned for their safety. Just then, a small blue car came into view. I knocked on the window hoping that the driver would let me in and we’d drive away to safety. However, the driver ignored me and the car was gone. (Thinking about it now, the car was definitely out of place and far too modern.) I watched the ground not far ahead of me rumble and shift. I was now resolved to walk into it and see where it took me. Out of the blue to my left, two dogs came charging towards me. They were guard dogs, the first was a Doberman, the second possibly an Alsatian. They looked vicious and trained to kill. I stood and watched them with no fear whatsoever. Within about 10ft of me, they slowed down and started bounding towards me, wagging their tails and becoming all cute and playful. I passed them by whereupon another dog was rushing towards me in an attack. This was a red setter. Again, I waited and when it got close, it too turned into a big softy. The red setter and I spent a good while with each other. It was on its back wanting to play, and we did the usual play-fighting together. The scene totally switched and I have no recollection of how it happened; however it certainly followed on, in that there was no “click-out”. I was now with a man and we were in some kind of square. There were shops all around. I knew him to be powerful, magical and confident – almost non-earthly. I’m not sure of our relationship – I seemed to be tagging along. He told me someone had asked to meet him at a place called “Knight & Something”. I didn’t catch the second word and he may not have known it either. Being a word association fan, I said “Knight & Castile?” and then remembered that was the name of a bar of soap. I wondered if it might be Knight & Castle. However, we had enough to go on in order to find the place. The shops were varied – there was even a Marks & Spencer. We had gone past quite a few bars rather hurriedly and I told him that one of the bars might be the place, and not to ignore them. Then we entered one of the bars. It was dark wood with a big main central bar. I think we had gone in to ask directions as when the barman asked us how he could help, my friend confidently strode behind the bar and started asking where the Knight & Whatever was, using hand gestures for the layout of the village. The barman didn’t seem to mind too much and my friend seemingly got his answer and moved to the other side of the bar. I knew he was continuing on his journey and that I wasn’t going with him. I stayed by the bar and took out some coins, putting them on the counter. The barman took the larger denominations and placed them in a pot. I was a bit miffed that he’d taken my money, but he handed me two notes as repayment. The notes were much more than the coins, but he waved me away. The currency was English. Then a young woman turned up behind the bar, looked at me, and said, “I know you Sarah,” with a big smile on her face. With this, I started getting a tad excited and looked closely at her, and the barman, who was now grinning at me. They both seemed vaguely familiar, especially the woman. She had red hair cropped short and a wide mouth. I asked her who she was. She said, “I’m the cleaner here. My name is Sue King.” And just as it was starting to get really interesting, I awoke with massive tingles. ~~~ooo~~~ The interesting follow-up is that I decided to google Sue King. I figured there would be thousands of Sue Kings, so added Knight and Castle. What came up was the name of a book – The Angel Knight – by Susan King. An historical story set in Scotland in 1306. It involves an English knight and a Scottish castle. I’ve never heard of her or her books, so I might have to delve a little deeper. As a further update, I ordered the book. There is a picture of the author and sadly, she’s not the Sue King I met. I have yet to read it though and hope there is something “for me” in it. This experience bears the hallmarks of astral projection, but because I have overlaps galore with my LDs/Dreams/OBEs/APs I tend to disregard the labels and simply call them experiences. After all, it’s the experience itself that counts – not the label. Cham

[apachama]

I love that dream. Very odd that you constantly meet people with names you remember and recognise. I really enjoyed how you dealt with the dogs. I would love to teach myself that kind of kindness. Past experiences have taught me to be too defensive and violent. So I end up not making friends with things, but killing them. Its not nearly as effective.

[Chameleon]

Hi apachama I loved this one too. It is only recently that I am recognising DCs. I have no idea where I recognise them from – certainly not physical reality – so I assume from other dreams. These other dreams must be ones that are non-lucid. I have had something rather exciting happen. Well, I think it’s exciting anyway! I have met two people more than once (indeed quite a number of times) in separate dreams – both non-lucid and lucid. This is unusual in my experiences and I’m keen to explore it further. I have a theory about the role these two DCs play, based on what I’ve read. But I would like to do a bit more detective work before I come to any conclusions. With regard to the dogs – I have learnt that in a conscious dream I cannot be harmed and so over time know that it is better to not react, remaining passive and calm. This tends to get me through any “nastiness” that comes my way. I am amazed how others talk of fighting with all manner of demons. That must involve so much emotion – which tends to awaken me. The only reason I was able to stand still and show no fear was because I was conscious. I refused to get locked into the drama of having savage dogs maul and rip me apart. I knew I was safe. It works every time. I’ve been knifed before now and that was hilarious. It was so easy to deal with; a child could have done it. I think facing fears is a huge lesson to learn. And what better place to practice than in the dreamworld? I remember when I was very young having a recurring dream of being chased by a monster (the typical childhood dream). Eventually, I got bored of being chased and turned around to face the monster. It stopped in its tracks. I asked if he would like a cup of tea with me and we spent a pleasant time chatting together. Obviously, some part of me became lucid, although at the time I had no idea what that word meant. Due to my belief about certain DCs being as real as I am, but existing in a different reality, makes me very respectful and wary of causing harm/alarm. Cham

[Wavygravy]

Hi Cham. Great journal and amazing recall! I'm going to be putting a notepad next to the bed and write down my dreams from there rather than getting up and doing it here...might have better recall. I so enjoyed our chat today, and I'm excited that we will be journeying together. I shall do my best to Be Here Now, and be mindfull, in addition to doing regular RC's throughout the day...come to think of it, I guess there's really no difference, is there? My confidence is high. I will be patient. I'll look for you tonight...you'll recognise me by the tattoo's on my calves, that I can't seem to see when I LD, but I have a hunch you can! As I said, any and all feedback and/or help is much appreciated. Cheers!

[Chameleon]

Hi Wavy Thanks for visiting! The notepad is a great idea. Dream memories can be so quick to fade – by the time you’ve walked over to the computer and turned it on, you might have lost something. I know other dreamers who keep a mini tape recorder by their beds, so they don’t even have to write anything. I have been tempted myself as it would be even quicker and you can bring back tunes too. But there’s something oddly quaint about a basic notebook and pencil. Do bear in mind with regard to RCs that they can easily become automatic. They will only work if you continue to really question the reality of the moment. Being mindful is pretty much the same thing. It keeps you in the Now and focuses your mind. This should hopefully put you in good stead for dreaming anomalies. Such as when a purple cat walks by and says, “how are you doing Mr Gravy?” you should be mindful enough to think, “hang on a minute…that’s not possible” which might be the trigger for lucidity. Our dreams are full of that kind of stuff, which the majority put down to being nonsense. However, it may be that those DCs are desperately helping us to “wake up” and we continue to ignore them. My childhood dog sometimes visits me. With hindsight, I think she was appearing to help. But for the longest time I used to marvel at the fact she was still alive and worked out how old she was – 35 years old and still going strong. I was so absorbed in the dream itself, I didn’t question the fact that she’d been dead for a rather long time. When you do find yourself in a dream asking the question, “am I dreaming?” you may be hasty and reply of course you’re not. Do test this by trying to levitate or pushing your hand into a wall. Levitating and walking through walls are my favourite tests. As I mentioned earlier, steps are another trigger. Over time, you’ll get to know what works for you. Cham

[Chameleon]

8 June 2008 I also wound up somewhere else later on in the night, which I deduced to be a Belief System Territory in the afterlife (of course that’s based on my belief in Belief System Territories - ha). This was brief but absolutely brilliant – it was utterly real! And I do have some beliefs surrounding this one. I found myself in a vibrant, active and enormously busy Chinese market. Colours were fantastic, with traders bartering and it was a real carnival atmosphere. I was walking through this fully lucid and somewhat disbelieving what I was seeing. I started to suspect a BST environment and then saw a man dressed as some sort of Greek mythological god who must have been on his lunch break stride towards a little restaurant. The restaurant looked fascinating. It was tiny and had a lot of customers. From what I could gather, it was selling rich dark meat on Indonesian breads and looked delicious. I wanted to know what the place was called so I could find it again. I went inside. The restaurant owner also ran a taxi company in the same space. It was hectic! I wanted to ask him where we were, but I’m always embarrassed at appearing foolish or mentally retarded! He had a lovely Chinese face, all wrinkled and brown with crinkly happy eyes. Instead, I said to him, “Is this Mongkok?” to which he nodded. Then I asked him what street it was. He shrugged as if he couldn’t speak very good English and turned to his colleague to help. I then had a brainwave and asked for a business card. He handed one over and I looked at it. It was all in Chinese – both sides!! I was beginning to find this quite hilarious. I said to him, “No English?” and pointed at the business card. He shook his head and told me he had just run out and needed to order some more (hey, his English wasn’t that bad after all!). Then I asked him what his restaurant was called. He said (what sounded like), “San Mostly” and wrote it down for me like this… San Mostely. I thanked him and promptly awoke. Cham

[apachama]

How did you know it was called Mongkok? Fascinating dream there. I take it BST is an abbreviation you've worked out for yourself? I love the Chinese gentleman's come-back. The way you discribe that town does make it sound very vibrant and real. I am trying to limit my in-dream use of violent means to get what I want. It seems inefficient and not good ethical practice.

[Chameleon]

Hi apachama How did you know it was called Mongkok? Well, actually I didn’t know for sure. I lived in Hong Kong a while ago and so do know Mongkok. I don’t know why it came into my head. I guess with it being a Chinese market, I naturally associated it with Hong Kong. I think though that because it was a Belief System Territory (BST), it was a generic Chinese market, so the DCs would have differing explanations of where they were. That kind of fits with why the restaurant owner was very cagey about giving me answers. I’m glad to hear you are cutting down the violence. I find being humorous is a good move. Give DCs a hint that you are in on their joke – that you know you are dreaming without actually saying so. That can have interesting effects. Cham

[Chameleon]

24 December 2007 I couldn’t sleep so did the usual countdown. At some point, I was up to ‘look with your closed eyes at your heart’ and then started swaying. I jumped out and found myself in unfamiliar surroundings. I noticed I was wearing a short grey dress and felt quite sexy, so set off to find a man to play with. Along the way, I overheard a man’s voice teaching a woman how to breathe during meditation. This was from a building a long way away, although I could quite clearly hear the conversation. I willed myself to the building. It was an old Victorian building, very dark and gloomy inside, and looked like it needed some tender loving care. As I went inside, there was a big wooden sign with various company names on. I asked a lady if she knew where the meditation classes were and she told me they were at such and such a company on the 2nd floor. The name was a medical company. I trotted up the stairs (because I knew I was dreaming), and entered the company. There was no reception so I hung around looking lost. A nurse came out and I asked her if the meditation classes were held here. She said yes and asked me to fill out a form with my details first. I did. I wrote my full name and address. As I looked at what I’d written, I noticed I had written something totally different than my real first name, although my second name was correct, and the address was correct, although it was very messy handwriting. I changed the first name to read correctly, and handed the form back. The nurse looked at it and said, “we’ll have to do something about your handwriting,” and then said, “the meditation classes are on Mondays, either 6am or 4pm. It is better if you haven’t eaten before you meditate, so I would recommend 6am." I thought this was a tad early, so requested the 4pm slot. Then she said, “We can fit you in just as soon as you’ve had the operation.” Horrified, I said, “What operation?” “Just formal procedure,” she replied. “It’s only a meditation class – I’m not using my body – only my mind,” I said. She shrugged as if it didn’t matter, I still had to have an operation. I decided to come clean. “I can’t have an operation. You see I’m dreaming. I’m in a dream and I know that I’m dreaming. If I can have an operation, I’ll only wake up.” Then I lost it. Returned, but I couldn’t see a damn thing. I imagined I was back in the medical office and walked over to where I guessed the nurse was standing. “I’m not going to be joining your meditation class, but thank you for your time,” I said and held out my hand to shake hers. I wasn’t sure if I was actually talking to a black empty space, but I felt another hand shake mine, so deduced I’d got it right. On the landing, I saw another room opposite. A voice called out from this room, “We do meditation classes, you can join us if you like.” I walked into the room. There were 3 females, an elder lady and two younger. The elder one asked me to take a seat and went off to get a glass of water. I sat down and smiled at the two younger females. I felt I was going to lose it again, but managed to remain. I thought I ought to explain my possible fading in and out to them. The youngest thought I was batty. She couldn’t believe that I could be in a dream, and yet fully aware. She wouldn’t accept my explanation. I said, “But it IS possible. I don’t know whether I’m in your dream, you’re in mine or what, but my physical body is lying asleep somewhere else. You are both so very different in looks and even what you are wearing for it to be my imagination and therefore I deduce that I am in a ‘real’ place.” Then I added, “Have you never heard of lucid dreaming?” I felt that I was getting quite worked up and with the emotions, I was likely to lose it, so I said, “Look, I can’t argue this. It will make me wake up. But it’s true.” I got up to leave the room. As I did so, the other female (who had been quiet so far) said, “You’re off to find a man to have some fun with, aren’t you?” My jaw dropped to the floor. I spun round and replied, “How do you know?” She told me she was a lucid dreamer and knew what it was like. “So are you lucid dreaming now?” I asked “Yes,” she replied smiling at me. I was getting excited again! I pointed to the other female and started to say, “Is she…” but she cut me off and said, “No, she’s not lucid.” I then asked her what her thoughts were on where we were. Who’s dream it was, or whether we had crossed to the ‘other side’ or what. I was so busy asking her all these questions, I couldn’t let her get a word in! She smiled patiently at my enthusiasm (I got the impression she’d been lucid dreaming for a lot longer than me and knew that I was fairly new.) As she was about to put forth her theories I felt myself going. “I’ve got to go now…I’m sorry,” I managed to say before waking up fully. This is one of my favourites. Certainly Top 10 stuff. Cham

[Chameleon]

12 July 2008 I had brief moments of lucidity. This was a tad confusing as I was sleeping in my dream and had all the sensations in a dream within the dream. I am with R – she often appears in my dreams and I suspect she is a non-p friend who only looks similar to R in waking life. R and I are trying to sleep - for some reason we are standing on the roadside while doing this. I focus on a pebble and start to go into the “zone”. The pebble becomes the only thing I can see clearly – everything else is fuzzy and fades into the background. The pebble is automatically zoomed up very close to me so that I can see all the intricate markings. I am still very aware (although not lucid). I start to hear hypnagogic sounds – specifically a woman’s voice directly in front of me but higher as if she is standing on the top of a building. She booms down something about the gypsies coming to town at the fairground and the female contingent of the town arranging with the gypsies to be peaceful. Basically she is telling me it is ok to go to the fair – there will be no trouble. Her voice is clear, direct and again is the only thing I can hear. When she is finished, someone from the left arrives and starts talking to me, wanting to wake me. Although I can hear her, I manage to stay in the “zone” (although not quite as deep) and pretend to be fully asleep. She gives up and moves away. R whispers to me. I whisper back about the hyps and the zone and that I don’t want to wake up fully just yet. I am surprised that I am able to talk to R and not having to be fully conscious. I ask R what she really wants to dream about. She thinks for a while and then tells me she would like to go scuba diving with all the gear, through the corals etc. I visualise this and decide it’s what I want to do too. I whisper to R that I will do the same, but without the scuba gear, as I won’t need it – because I’ll be lucid I know breathing won’t be necessary. We settle back against the wall and start to drift. However, a voice behind us pipes up that there’s a huge storm coming. Now I’m awake (in the first dream) and look at the reflection in the shop window opposite – to see a very deep red sky heading towards us. I tell R we better get inside the shop to shelter, just as it starts pouring down. We rush inside. There are a handful of people already in. We realise there is a child and baby still sitting on a bench outside. We rush back out. R takes the child and I get hold of the baby. I lift it but am struggling with my weak arms. I say to R that I am dreaming and therefore I can lift this baby. I am trying to convince myself. But the baby feels heavy and I can only lift to shoulder height. I am confused and try to understand. I tell R that because I don’t know what it feels like to lift a baby higher, my mind can’t comprehend and is therefore refusing to comply. I am at least satisfied that I’ve got hold of the baby and tuck it close to my body as we run back inside. ~~~ooo~~~ Since I started lucid dreaming, I fall asleep during a dream quite regularly. I don’t ever remember it happening before. I wonder whether it’s to experience deeper levels of (un)consciousness – and if I’m lucid then I’m learning advanced stuff. I don’t know, but it’s groovy. The lifting of the baby was a bleedthrough example of something I shared with Wavygravy yesterday about Robert Monroe. It doesn’t quite add up that because my mind didn’t know how to lift a baby, it refused to do it. The reason this is dubious is because I can fly, levitate and walk through walls no problem. I think it must have been a block – my own waking life beliefs getting the better of me. Cham

[Chameleon]

13 July 2008 This was non-lucid. I was being offered compensation from an airline company who had messed up with something booked. They were trying to find free flights and asked where I would like to go. I wasn’t too bothered about a big holiday and knew I wouldn’t get a long haul flight free so I thought I’d like to go visit a health spa for a few days, and asked if they had any available flights. The woman told me there was one available, but it was in a year’s time. The spa was abroad – Germany I think – and as she was telling me, I could see it in my mind’s eye. It was very exclusive. Incredibly minimalist. The staff were gorgeous and perfectly dressed – not a crease in sight. The building was fitting for a spa – lots of open space, wide corridors and very few accessories. I saw a few consultations taking place. The clients were all perfect, but wanted minor things changed about themselves, such as a cure for blushing. Another had a tiny scar from childhood on her cheek and wanted it removed. I was rather alarmed at the vanity of these clients. There was a huge central square part with four large staircases - north, south, east and west. I was on an upper floor looking down to the main hallway. The staircases were polished dark wood and each step was very steep. Also, there were no banisters (must have been deemed as unnecessary accessories!). As I looked at these staircases, I remembered that I’d been here before in a dream. I couldn’t remember the details, but vividly recognised the stairs. I told the airline woman that I would only go to this place if I was in a dream, and then only when lucid. Therefore I wouldn’t be taking her up on that offer. ~~~ooo~~~ How dense can one get? I’m telling someone in a dream that I will only visit it in my dreams…? It just shows sometimes how brain-dead we can be when we sleep. How frustrating – I would have loved to explore the place especially since I’d been there before. Cham

[Chameleon]

13 July 2008 Again, non-lucid… I had gone to bed and was falling asleep. My best friend was staying with me and we had to share the bed. Luckily it was a double bed, so there was room. As I started drifting I saw HI on the curtains. These were three geometric shapes, very simple in brown, black and white. She said to me, “did you see those things on the curtain just now?” and we discovered we had both seen the exact same images. I was puzzled that she was able to see my HI. ~~~ooo~~~ Another dream where I am sleeping/dreaming. Cham

[Chameleon]

22 May 2008 I was with three friends from the past, although one is still my best friend. We were getting a lift home. They were playing for time and I was getting impatient. Finally, we got to the car. I rang home on the mobile and left a message that we were setting off. It was 11.15pm. However, M didn’t get in the car – she stood by the road, as if waiting for us to drive up to her. This was frustrating to us all, as she was playing silly buggers. When we drove up to her, she walked on ahead. With much coaxing, groaning and encouragement, we got her in the car and set off. We travelled for a short while before coming across an open marketplace. There was a band playing and it was a great party atmosphere. The people were mainly young. There were a few stalls, but the majority were there to watch the band. The car stopped, as the others wanted to have a look-see. We all piled out and sat on a bench watching the band. I was really hacked off now, because I knew it would be ages before getting home. I thought I’d better ring home again to say I’d be later than originally estimated. I tried to pull up the home number, but was getting all sorts of strange names, and the phone was acting up. PING!! Lucid due to the phone. I was so relieved and all the stress and tension disappeared. Now I could really enjoy myself. I looked at A sitting next to me and, laughing, said, “It doesn’t matter. We can sit here all we like! This is a dream! The phone isn’t going to work. There is no home to go to. Let’s enjoy the music.” The band was very good. They played music I didn’t recognise, but then one I knew. I turned to A again, “I know this one – it’s from physical reality - oh wow”. I tried to remember the words, and even got a notebook out to write them down. “I know these words will not be in my notebook when I awake, but I still want to write them down”. At first I started to write Soulshine, then realised that was not the track, but it was similar. I wrote Soulwinds or Windshine, not sure which. Then more music was played. The band had a stall near them, selling their music. The CD covers were quite ethereal, white, misty and mystical, even though the music was very down to earth. I started to look around at the other people now. It was mainly a female crowd. I sensed both gay and straight women. To our right was a dance floor type contraption made out of market stalls. There were about 6 or 7 people dancing on it, not professional, but the public merely enjoying themselves. One of the songs had particular beat in the chorus and the dancers would clap to this beat. I pointed at them and laughed like a hyena, because for some reason it was hilarious to me. I think it was to do with me being lucid. At my laughing an older man dressed very smartly in a grey suit turned to face me and was smiling too, as if in on my joke. I really was in my element and surprised that I was able to be there so long, staying lucid, gently mocking the situation and not waking up. We were sitting on a stall and it had a canvas cover above. I looked up and started to put my hand through the canvas, but met resistance. I tried again – same thing. Now I was puzzled. I kept trying, knowing that I should be able to do it, but try as I might, I couldn’t. Then the current song finished and a new one started… “I got sunshine…” they began. “…on a cloudy day,” I sang at the top of my voice, so delighted to recognise another from waking life. I nudged A excitedly and told her this was another familiar song. (Luckily, I woke up singing this in my head, so was able to bring it back!) Then a women with long blonde hair and a bright red dress was trying to sit next to me. There wasn’t much room so I shooed her away. Now one or two couples were getting smoochy. The woman had stepped in front of me to put her arms around A. A responded by holding the woman’s arms by her belly. I realised they wanted some space, so I got off the bench and let them sit together. I wandered past the band, which were still singing “My Girl” and onto the main market square. This was fairly quiet, a few shops were still open, mainly tourist shops and there were a group of young lads sitting at the other side, minding their own business. It did remind me of hot evenings on holiday. I thought to myself how this was one heck of a long way from home! I made my way to one of the tourist shops and sat in the entrance facing out, where the cool breeze blew across my face. I felt very content. After being there for a few minutes, I awoke. ~~~ooo~~~ Having some fun in the Dreamworld. Cham

[Chameleon]

14 July 2008 I remember three separate dreams. The first involves a party atmosphere, lots of dancing, music and laughter. Held outdoors. I am with the four Beatles. At one point in a song, we have to tap the head of someone else with our hands – as I am standing quite close to a Beatle, I manage to tap his head. The Beatles are dressed all in white. I was listening to The Beatles yesterday. ~~~ooo~~~ The second is another party-type event. I have had some beer and feel a bit squiffy. I leave half a pint as we are going on elsewhere. I’m sure there is more to this, but I’ve lost any further memories right now. ~~~ooo~~~ The third – I am in the passenger seat of a blue sporty car. A female is driving. She is going way too fast. There are pedestrians crossing the road and she just zooms on, only just missing them. I am not happy about this and keep shouting, “Watch out, you’ll hit someone”. She seems to find this as encouragement to go even faster. Whenever we get to a junction, she always turns left and never looks to see if anything is coming. At one junction, we are narrowly missed by a little red car. This red car is now chasing us because the driver is very angry. The car is a meagre Ford Fiesta or similar and we soon lose it. Then I look behind us and a big BMW is chasing us. This is powerful and I think it will catch us. Its intent is to smash into us. Ping!! Lucid. I turn to the driver, “Not to worry, this is a dream, ha ha” and shove my hand through the windscreen to prove my point. “If he catches us just make sure if you hit the windscreen, you go through it, like my hand.” At this I put my seat belt on, which I’d left off until now. I ask the driver to confirm she understands by putting her hand through the window, which she does. Satisfied, I turn my attention to the side window, putting my hand through from the inside to the outside and then tapping on the outside with my fingernails. I find this highly amusing. ~~~ooo~~~ Cham

[Chameleon]

5 June 2008 So there I am with a group of people. I don’t remember any of the dream before I became lucid. As is my wont, I start showing off by disappearing through the floor feet first and then rising to a standing position. The others want me to tell them how I do it. I smile secretly. The scene switches although I’m still with the same group. However, this time there is a man, a bad man who seems to have control of the group. One of the group (a male) has done something wrong and needs to be punished. We see this wrongdoer carrying some kind of wooden contraption around a field towards us. The contraption turns out to be a hanging frame, where he is to be hung. The others in the group dare not tell me what he’s done to deserve this punishment as they are too scared of the Bad Man. I sense that he’s done very little wrong and it’s more a case of the Bad Man misusing his power. The man reaches us and sets the hanging frame up. Luckily, the scene switches yet again and we are all on a train heading somewhere. The Bad Man separates the wrongdoer from the rest of us and puts him in a carriage opposite. The Bad Man then goes to the front of the train. In the meantime, the rest of us are hatching a plan to save the wrongdoer, and ourselves, and be free of this tyrant. Well, actually, it’s me that’s doing the hatching – the rest are shaking in their boots. I know how to deal with Bad Man. All I need to do is reveal to the wrongdoer et al my secret of going through floors. That way, they’ll be able to do it too and we’ll all escape. The others are encouraged and push me to the door so that I can sneak across the aisle to his carriage. I do this, but find that his family (wife and daughter) have sneaked across too and won’t leave him. This complicates things because I have to convince all three of them of their power, rather than just him. I let them know that we are in a dream and the simple fact of knowing this gives them the power to walk through floors/walls/whatever. To not be harmed, ultimately. The wife is not convinced and wrings her hands in despair. I show them a simple example of what I mean by putting my left hand through my right. I ask them to do the same, to prove to themselves that it’s possible. They don’t do anything. Just then, Bad Man comes in the room and I’m caught. So, I make myself wispy and down through the floor I go. Bad Man gets what looks like a magic wand and tells me I’ll not get away with that as his wand will follow and get me. At this, I decide to jolt myself awake. Then I return to the dream, coming up through the floor, whereupon the Bad Man has left the carriage and I’m with the family once again. They are still dithering and so I go to where all the wands are kept. I find the one with Richard on it (the name of the Bad Man) and the wrongdoer asks what I am doing. I tell him I am removing the power from the wand. Which I do by holding it in both hands and ‘transferring’ the power to me. Unfortunately, after I’ve de-powered the wand, I wake up for good. ~~~ooo~~~ Cham

[Wavygravy]

I bet you were on your way to Hogwarts, weren't you? If you don't know what to do with that extra power, I'd appreciate it if you'd send it my way .

[Chameleon]

Hi Wavy Excess power on its way. Funnily enough, I’ve only seen the first Harry Potter film, and haven’t read any of the books. Not sure why not – I’m sure I’d love them. I adored the part in the film where he goes through the wall at Waterloo Station – I’ve done that many a time in my OBEs…although never at Waterloo. I did have further thoughts about the dream and kind of got myself all embarrassed. I was thinking about “wands” and what they might represent. Then I realised that Bad Man was called Richard (the name on his wand). I abbreviated his name and blushed furiously. I’m still not sure if it is symbolic or what. Cham

[Chameleon]

31 May 2008 At first, it was as if I was watching a film. A young boy, around 12-years old was at summer camp. As the film unfolded, I learned that one of the teachers (male) had taken a shine to the boy. There had obviously been something fairly innocent that had happened in school between them as there was some embarrassment, and they went out of their ways to avoid each other at camp. Each day, rather than join in the sports, the boy would walk to the nearby town, and then walk back again. This was his exercise, and also his quiet reflective time. He was a loner, but happy with it. In one of the scenes, the teacher had been practicing his golf swing with another teacher. As they left the range, the teacher was talking and not watching where he was going, as he went to fetch his bag. At the same time, the boy was walking on the path, deep in thought, head down, and they bumped into each other, whereupon they fell to the ground, both shocked and a little winded. The teacher merely stated the boy’s name, and the boy replied with the teacher’s name – using his first and second name. I can’t remember the teacher’s name, but the boy’s surname is Vetruvian. Then things changed and in the next scene, I was fully “in” the film with the boy and many others in some sort of lounge/evening room. The television was on and many were sitting around chatting/watching. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t think anyone could see me, including the boy. He was trying to get to his room, but doing so by climbing the walls and trying to go through small gaps in the ceiling. The others were slightly bemused at his efforts and gave him and each other signals that he was weird and mentally backward. The boy appeared not to notice or mind this. He gave up trying to climb and stood in the middle of the room. I was standing behind him. Then he said, ”OK, I give up – let’s do it,” whereupon he clicked his fingers and everyone in the room automatically closed their eyes. My eyes were still open. Now he looked around at me, letting me know that he knew I was there all along, and said, “Well, come on then, give me a hand,” and pointed to the ceiling. I lifted him up to the ceiling and as he reached the top, he started to go through the ceiling. Immediately, I was lucid. I pushed him through and levitated myself through as well. As we stood on the upper floor, he clicked his fingers and I knew that everyone downstairs had ‘woken up’, then he faced me and we both said together, “how did you do that?!” We were smiling and I said, “I’ll tell you first, then you tell me. Some years ago I started waking up in my dreams. Only I didn’t wake up.” He was nodding, smiling, encouraging me. “Well, this is a dream.” He nodded, satisfied. I said, “What about you, how do you do it?” He turned away mumbling about having to get on and I got him by the shoulders, turned him to face me and said, “Come on, you said you’d tell. How do you do it?” He looked at me. It was the first time I’d seen his eyes. He was a lovely looking boy with jet black hair and blue eyes. But his eyes were cloudy, milky blue. And they had no pupils. I knew he was dead. That is why he knew how to control everyone else with a click of his fingers and go through solid matter. I said, “I know, you don’t have to tell me. I know.” Then he put his hands on my temples as if to read my mind, to make sure that I’d understood. He nodded sadly and walked away. I awoke. ~~~ooo~~~ I interpreted this experience as a soul retrieval. This is based on beliefs of course. Put simply, some souls get ‘stuck’ between this world and wherever it is they go next. They tend to relive a part of their physical reality over and over. Occasionally, there are non-physical helpers around, but because the souls either don’t realise they have died or due to their lack of belief in an afterlife refuse to accept they are dead, the souls are not aware of the helpers. Which is where soul retrieval via a dream/astral experience comes in. The soul is aware of us and we encourage them to move on. This particular experience was an easy one – in fact he did most of the work – I just helped him up a level (the symbolism of going through the ceiling). Sometimes I have had to gently let souls know that they are dead – which is not as much fun. Cham

[Chameleon]

17 July 2008 3 Brief WILDS… I was awake and started to drift. In my minds eye, I saw a keyboard. The image was two-dimensional. I waited until I felt I was in the correct “zone” and then put my arm into the image and tapped on the keys. I was instantly in the image, which magically had transformed itself into a room. There was no keyboard in sight! I said to myself, “Well, here I am in a dream fully awake. What is it that I want to do?” I couldn’t remember for the life of me. I wandered around a while and lost it. I lay quietly and watched for the mental screen, which duly came again – the same keyboard. I patiently waited and then reached in. Voila! Back to the room. I left the room and made my way down a hallway. I could hear a child’s voice behind me making a loud noise. It wasn’t screaming or anything like that – it was just loud. I thought the child was outside, but as the sound got louder and louder, I looked around and there was a male child, maybe 2 years old, behind me looking at me and yelling. This caused me to feel shock and I awoke. I did manage to return one more time, again the same way and the same house. All too briefly though, as within a few seconds, I was awake again – this time fully and for good. ~~~ooo~~~ WILDs are fantastic. I’m always amazed at the continuation of waking consciousness. There is no blip. Wonderful! Cham

[Chameleon]

18 July 2008 Lucid… I am in a bar/restaurant type place and walk around looking intently at the DCs. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but I always enjoy doing this when I’m lucid – it never ceases to amaze me how no two DCs look the same. I spot a woman with long dark hair who is wearing a glittery blue dress. She is vaguely familiar to me and I walk towards her. We sit together and she appears to know me. Although I am “me” in the dream (certainly my consciousness/memories/personality is “me”), I suspect I am a man in appearance. Interestingly, I don’t bother to check this. I ask her for her name, at which she looks hurt. I apologise and explain that because I’ve chosen to experience physical reality, I’ve had my memory of “anything before” wiped and I honestly can’t bring her name to mind. She still looks hurt. I begin to realise that we have been lovers at one time. I tell her I will try and guess her name, hoping to turn it into something amusing that will please her. I think about female names that I have incorporated into my waking life, seemingly without rhyme or reason. I wrote a book when I was in my teens and the lead character I called “Deli”, short for Delilah. I decide this must be her name. “Is your name Delilah?” I ask quietly confident, “like in the song, ‘Why why why, Delilah’” upon which I start singing it. She joins in and I remark, “oh, so you know that song too…fascinating that it’s in your reality as well!” She is smiling now and tells me her name is Alana, not Delilah. I apologise and she seems to understand. The dream switches and I find myself following a woman. She has red hair and is wearing black – a smart business suit and high heels. She is walking fast over a bridge. I know her and rush over. I thank her for saving my life more than once. We have a chat together and she goes all coy on me. I realise she too has been a lover in the past. She says, “Do you remember that wonderful night together – 24 November 1467?” My heart sinks. I have to be honest. “I’m afraid I don’t. You see now that I’m in physical reality, I’ve forgotten everything before. Sorry.” Dream switch. I am back in the restaurant. A man enters and says he’s the taxi. I ask him who he’s come for, but he says whoever wants a taxi. I tell him I’ll use it. We leave the place and as I step into the back of his car, I notice that he isn’t the driver. He has got into the back with me. The driver is a huge black man. They both look relaxed but I sense an air of menace about the whole situation. Luckily I am lucid. I say “bye bye” to them both and roll backwards through the car and fly up and away from them. At which point I awake. ~~~ooo~~~ Curious stuff. Cham

[Chameleon]

19 July 2008 Lucid… I am getting up to mischief with a DC who looks like someone I know in waking life. I am thoroughly enjoying myself. Then I stop what I am doing, stand stock still and ask myself what it is that I want to do? This time I remember that I want to try and contact my deceased grandma. I look at the DC who is still raring to go and decide I’ll get to grandma another time. Cham