Thread: My WILD the night that I signed up for DV.

I went to sleep at 1:30am and set my alarm for 7:00am. Upon wakening, I stood up, walked over to my laptop and browsed dreamviews for an hour. After this, I went back to bed and concentrated on my breathing whilst observing the hypnologic imagery. I ‘fell’ into a dream quite rapidly, but it was non-lucid and I awoke myself. Upon wakening, I performed a MILD (Mnemonic Induction of Lucid Dreams) before turning to my left side and re-focusing on the imagery. It soon became intense. I then woke up in my university room about 4ft away from my body.

It appeared I had experienced an OBE (out of body experience)? As I looked around the room, the walls, the floor and the curtains were coloured deep red. Also, my room was much more tidier than usual. I quickly looked at myself on the bed sleeping before opening my room door. I walked outside the room and to the right were rising stairs. At the top was a door. I walked up slowly, thinking something dodgy might happen.

Before I got to the door, an old lady exited it. I remembered an old dream task and so, I asked her my dream name. She responded with ‘Hitler’, I said ‘what? You serious?’ She goes ‘yeah’ then laughed ecstatically. After, she paused and said ‘I’m pulling your leg, I’m your dream guide’. So, I asked her what my dream name really was. This time she told me it was ‘Library’. I was puzzled, but decided to accept it.

The old lady walked down the stairs. She told me to follow her. We continued along the corridor toward the other end, where a spiral staircase presented itself. She walked down ahead of me, whilst I paused and looked down. I had an idea. I shouted to her ‘I can glide down the gap in the middle, I’m dreaming, haha.’ She laughed at me and said ‘then why are you even using the stairway. If you think that you are dreaming, then jump off of the roof mr confident.’ Her response disorientated me and so I continued down the stairs in the same manner she did.

At the bottom was garage door. She made the door vanish, and then we were outside the building. Looking around from my position, I could see a huge ruined city. It was night-time and it smelled of dampness everywhere. The dream guide acquainted me with 3 other people she knew. One of them was my cousin, Ursula. Before continuing forward, I asked her my name, she responded with ‘Book-worm’. I was quite annoyed now (way to make me look like a nerd, even in my dreams.)

In front of us lay a high street cluttered with shops, all evacuated. The town was…dead. Excited to have had another WILD so soon, I grabbed items to see if they felt ‘real’. On a wall there was a jumper, and a bulb. The wall felt incredibly realistic and so did the jumper. However, when I grabbed the glass bulb and threw it, the smash on the floor resembled that of plastic, not glass.

Approaching a diner, I saw chips in ketchup. I tasted both and they tasted exactly like they do irl. Shortly after, a strange man exited a diner…I couldn’t see his face. He came over to me with a bottle and said: ‘Try this mouth spray. It sprays out whiskey, and I bet it’ll taste as real in the ‘dream’ as it does in reality’. I tried it and to my amazement the taste was synonymous to reality. I loved how I felt, but then the dream began to fade. I span erratically to maintain lucidity. This began another dream so to speak.

I appeared back in my room, but the clarity was appalling. So I span again, and again and again. I span so much that when I stopped the dream surroundings seemed to be far too clear. So much so that I could see 'artifacts' floating in the air (much like when you sharpen a photo too much).

I had read elsewhere that people have composed tunes in their dreams. So I attempted to manifest an upright piano. It wouldn't appear, but I could see its 'skeleton' in the way the predator appears when invisible. I thought harder and held out my arms. Then it soon manifested.

I put my hands onto the keys randomly (I'm not a player) and started whacking the keys, beautiful, original music began to emerge. However, my excitement corrupted it with an interfering tune. That of guile from street fighter. In anger, I struck the keys hard and the strings broke. This anger made it hard to maintain the dream. I woke up to reality, ran over to my DJ and wrote it down.