When i try for a wild I take deep breaths and count them, soon i feel i enter sleep paralysis. I feel vibrations and my hands and feet get that tingling numbness. |
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When i try for a wild I take deep breaths and count them, soon i feel i enter sleep paralysis. I feel vibrations and my hands and feet get that tingling numbness. |
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You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you.
You need to wait for SP to fully take effect, if you're not experiencing HI you haven't gone far enough. Its an unmistakable feeling, you'll get it soon enough. |
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You do this every fucking time.
No sweat.
No tears.
No guilt.
You do this every fucking time.
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Make sure you're really tired when trying to WILD. |
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I've been in sleep paralysis, sometimes it gets very intense. I become more aware in my mind. I don't seem to get much HI, do i have to get imagery to lucid dream. |
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You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you.
You can try some techniques to induce hallucinations if the HI doesn't come naturally. Basically, by the time you are in SP, you are about 99% asleep. You just need that last 1%. I get stuck there a lot, too. Sometimes you are already asleep, but you are just dreaming you are still in bed trying to WILD. Very easy to get fooled. |
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Imagine there's a rope hanging above your bed. Take your dream arms and start climbing. The action somehow takes you into a dream. |
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In dreams of unspeakable joy—of restored friendships; of revived embraces; of love which said it had never died; of faces that had vanished long ago, yet said with smiling lips that they knew nothing of the grave; of pardons implored, and granted with such bursting floods of love, that I was almost glad I had sinned—thus I passed through this wondrous twilight. —George MacDonald
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33 LD's (22 DILD, 3 DEILD, 8 WILD) and counting.
Thanks fellas. I try them. |
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You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you.
Not every gets HI during SP. |
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