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      BrerRabbit liked post by nina On thread : How do you AP out of an LD?
      ^that's on lower astral planes. On higher astral planes you will feel even lighter and may not even have a body...and just float through various places. You will usually be taken to different...
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      BrerRabbit liked post by jeffd On thread : Tunnel experiences
      Yes,I can relate. I've read quite a bit of Buddhism and I've taken in alot from some Indic philosophy- Pantanjali ,Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj,etc. I think direct experience is important. About...
      Liked On: 03-18-2011, 11:10 PM
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      BrerRabbit liked post by Nilabimini On thread : Please help with interpretting dream about deceased grandfather!!
      First I will say that you are so very lucky to have been able to hear words spoken to you (and very well remembered) by a relative who has passed...so very lucky indeed. (If you don't mind me asking,...
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      BrerRabbit liked post by GrizzlyClaws On thread : Guarding your energy
      It's a part of energy works. The most basic shield you can use is a "bubble shield". All you need to do is basically, visualize you aura expanding and getting a bubble-like texture. Like a jello....
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      BrerRabbit liked post by saltyseedog On thread : Guarding your energy
      A psi shield basically is you intentionally cover yourself in really good energy, which will keep away creepy astral entities. It won't protect you from people though.
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      BrerRabbit liked post by GrizzlyClaws On thread : Guarding your energy
      Agreed. It keeps away creepy astral entities but it also helps against psy-attacks. You can "program" a shield. Focus your intention on what you want it to do. And yes, it doesn't protects against...
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      BrerRabbit liked post by jeffd On thread : Tunnel experiences
      BR, Very cool. I can relate big time about wishing that I had talked more to certain "DCs" in some of my experiences. As for my tunnels: 1) Became lucid on a street in a seaside town and began...
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      BrerRabbit liked post by jeffd On thread : Tunnel experiences
      I haven't seen these,I'll check 'em out. I agree again,layers of reality is a good description. There are alot of good (non mainstream)reality theories out there that have broad enough explanatory...
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      BrerRabbit liked post by jeffd On thread : Tunnel experiences
      Awesome article by Ryan Hurd,thanks for that. I have been in the "cosmic snow" myself at least 3-4 times -I call it the static zone. Same with the Void-darkness-which is much more common. I...
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      BrerRabbit liked post by saltyseedog On thread : Guarding your energy
      Well I think you basically have three options- leave them, break the emotional connection, or steal your energy back from them.
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      BrerRabbit liked post by Baron Samedi On thread : Guarding your energy
      In dreams and in waking life, there are those who would steal your energy: psychic vampires. This is how you smell them: any person who tries to get your attention when you don't want to give it...
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      BrerRabbit liked post by saltyseedog On thread : Why it's hard to get to the Moon
      The one time I remember going through a wormhole when I went through a portal it looked like this but it was green http://competitiveanalytics.com/comp/images/e14_wormhole.jpg
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      BrerRabbit liked post by nina On thread : A THEORY: We're missing it! (you should read this)
      It's not about logic, but awareness. Just practicing more logical thinking won't do much for lucid dreaming. You need to practice awareness, mindfulness, in your day to day life. Or at least a...
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      BrerRabbit liked post by onyxfyre On thread : Tunnel experiences
      well, I attempted a wild and went through the "tunnel to get to the dream". I was floating down a moving tunnel of mild lights and saw little memory squares flying by, of me thinking of different...
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      BrerRabbit liked post by jeffd On thread : Tunnel experiences
      BR and onyxfyre, Very interesting ! The few times that I've been in the tunnel matches your visual descriptions. My lucids ,so far, have only ended after these experiences; it's very cool that you...
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    The Extraordinary Outdoors

    by BrerRabbit on 02-25-2011 at 06:34 PM
    The Extraordinary Outdoors (DILD)


    I am in an unfamiliar building, though I've been here before in dreams. It's sort of like a school, of sorts, and it's located in a remote locale up in the mountains. Inside I find myself in a well-lit hallway. The lighting of this place is always a strong white glow, almost like natural sunlight. There are some troublemaker characters here, and they're talking about their reckless lifestyle. I caution them to take life a bit more seriously (though not too seriously). Not certain that I got through to them, I decide to take off for the exit.

    I step outside to a forested mountainscape view of unsurpassable beauty. I know I'm dreaming, there is no need for a reality check. I hear some rustling in the foliage nearby and wonder if it's a bear. Not seeing anything I continue along a dirt path through the trees leading away from the academy's main entrance. I consider making a portal (after all, there are things my waking self would like me to do while lucid), but am too caught up in the beauty of this dreamscape to seriously entertain leaving. I've never become lucid here before, and I just want to soak it all up.

    I walk further down the path and catch glimpses through the trees of vast valleys and majestic mountains off in the distance. The air up here is so pure, so crisp, so fresh! The sunlight is so clean, so bright and warm! This is definitely a place I need to come to more often. I feel the energy of it. It's vibrating all around me, washing through me, becoming a part of me.

    I look at the ground beneath me. The twigs, leaves, specs of dirt and tiny rocks--the detail here quite possibly surpasses that of waking reality. I take a look at my hands--a red flag goes off that this experience is about to end--and instead of stabilizing I decide to just observe. I look at the lines, the shadows, the overall texture. It's incredible. I've had detailed lucids before, but this is just mindblowing.

    Reality starts to fade--to dissipate, really. I am sad to see it end, but know that it is time to wake. I slowly reenter consensual reality and find that, indeed, that the hour is getting late.

    Updated 02-25-2011 at 06:37 PM by BrerRabbit

    lucid , dream fragment

    The Girl and the Lynx

    by BrerRabbit on 02-22-2011 at 09:21 PM
    The Girl and the Lynx (Non-lucid)


    It's daylight, and I'm walking along a footpath on the University of Missouri campus. This sidewalk passes through some trees in a cove surrounded by three buildings; off to my right is the Chemistry building that I know well from childhood.

    There's a girl with me; I have no idea who she is, and indeed I don't even recall what she looks like or what name she goes by. But we are walking together, side by side, and she is important for some reason.

    As we near the trees, the girl spots a White Hawk resting on some low-lying branches overhead. I tell her that the Hawk has lived here for years (a dream memory), and the girl seems to agree that this must be the case. I walk carefully as we pass under the branches.

    The path now passes between two buildings; up ahead is an open grassy area where, perhaps 30 meters away, stands the girl's father. At his feat lies a Lynx or young Lion, I cannot determine which, exactly. The girl steps forward towards her dad, and I follow closely behind. Her dad seems quite nice, and we all chat for a few minutes.

    My attention, however, is fixated on that big, wild cat at our feet. It bares its long canines to show me that it can tear me to pieces if I make a wrong move. I'd like to think I could fend it off somehow if necessary, but it's probably best to avoid angering it in the first place. I grow wary, but the girl's dad says not to worry, just tread lightly and the cat won't harm me.

    I take his advice, and all three of us walk further along the sidewalk to a parking lot where the girl's dad has parked his car. And as we do, I can practically feel the cat's eyes on my back--watching attentively--as I walk away.

    When we arrive at the car there is a momentary question of who should take the passenger seat. I offer it up to the girl, but her dad insists I ride up front with him. The dream ends here, but I am left with the weird feeling that I had just been speaking with my dad, though the girl was most certainly not my sister. How strange.

    non-lucid , dream fragment

    A Little Mystery

    by BrerRabbit on 02-20-2011 at 06:56 PM
    A Little Mystery (Non-lucid)


    This dream picks up where the last one left off.

    There is a lapse in time and now I'm in "my room" in this apartment. I am starting to seriously doubt whether this is actually Phoebe's Upper East Side home or not. I've received a gift from Rose--it's a giftbag with some sort of all natural hand and body cleansers. They're cheap and from Duane Reade, the local convenience store chain. I doubt I'll use them, but I appreciate the friendly gesture. I am puzzled though: is it my birthday? What's the occasion? And how did Rose manage to give these to me? I don't see her here.

    I stop trying to figure out these inconsistencies as I feel the urge to go to the bathroom. It's not far, just a few feet down the hall. The interior is painted forest green, and there's loads of lavish decorations all over the walls. It's pretty ridiculous, in my opinion; I couldn't stand living here. At any rate, I take care of business; and as I wash up I look out the West-facing window to see it's a bright sunny day. It feels like morning; I must have slept the night here after dinner [in the previous dream]. There is a grassy lawn a couple stories down, and across the lawn is another redwood-siding apartment building. It occurs to me that this isn't in New York at all; it's in Missouri! This begins to make a little more sense, as I conclude that this is the apartment complex where Rado lives. Through the window on the lawn I can also see a pool where a couple ladies are sunbathing by the side. It looks like a great day, and I want to get some fresh air.

    I wonder if Rado is in his apartment, so leaving mine I decide to pay him a visit. First I have to determine if the apartment I just left is in the same building as his. Outside I realize I'm still only in socks; the ground is wet as if from a recent rain, but I'm too eager to move around and so walk down the boardwalk that connects building to building and apartment to apartment.

    There are people outside, here; some I know, some I don't. I seem to see Mark but fail to ask what in the world he's doing in Missouri. And after all, I'm too interested in other things to stop and talk.

    Across the lawn on another boardwalk are some middle-aged business men in gray suits. I get a pretty nasty vibe from them, even though they're a good 30 or 40 meters away. I can overhear that they're talking about us younger folk. They seem to think we're a bunch of new-age hippie apes. What an exaggeration! I'm far from a hippie, and definitely not an ape. Overhearing them talk about this, though, I'm not offended. Indeed I sort of pity the guys for how self-absorbed and blinded by money they are. Now's not the time, though, to do anything about that. I realize I'm going to need to put some shoes on if I want to find Rado's building, so I dash back down the boardwalk towards the apartment door that I left only a short while before.

    Mom and Dad are here just inside the front door of the apartment. They were wondering where I had gone off to; but before they can inquire, somebody is on the phone and wants to speak with me. I immediately and without doubt realize that I am about to speak on the phone with the devil. The evil vibe I got from the business men just moments before explodes into this incredible eery sensation that something super suspicious is afoot.

    I cautiously take the phone from my dad and ask him who is on the other line. Apparently I'm about to speak with a certain "Mrs. Brisby."

    "Hello, Mrs. Brisby?" I begin.

    But to my surprise I hear my grandpa on the other line; he cuts straight to the chase.

    "I need you to come over. There's something I have to show you."

    I am suspicious. I keep the pretense of speaking to "Mrs. Brisby," but grandpa has none of it. I finally aknowledge that I am speaking to grandpa, or somebody who insists on pretending he is my grandfather.

    "It's important, come over right away," he insists.

    So I give in; I agree to go over as soon as I have some shoes on, and I hang up the phone.

    Mom immediately asks where I had gone off to; I tell her I was just out for a walk. She says everybody was worried, but she knew I'd come back because I "left this"--she shows me my watch--on my dresser. Thankful to have it back, I put my watch on my wrist.

    I ask, "What does grandpa want me to see?"

    At first Mom says she doesn't know, but after some pressing she says, "It's something [made of] wood, something pretty."

    And then I wake.

    The Story Begins

    by BrerRabbit on 02-20-2011 at 06:20 PM
    The Story Begins (Non-lucid)


    I appear to be at Andrea's friend Phoebe's Upper East Side apartment for some sort of family dinner. Mom and Dad are here, along with some of my extended family. I've got both my copies of The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali in hand, and I show them to Mom lamenting that I have 500 pages of reading to do in just 36 hours. I check my bookmark, though, and realize I've already read the first 400 pages. I suppose it's easy reading, then.

    I'm not certain this is Phoebe's apartment, but it's certainly upscale and elaborately decorated. All of my family is here, but notably Pheobe and her family are not. Meal time comes around and of course there's nothing here for me to eat. The kids (whoever they may be) are getting macaroni; and the adults: some fancy concoction of meat, cheese, and grains.

    I go to the dining room and find in the corner a couple serving platters of vegetables. I serve myself some seaweed that looks like long black noodles. I hear mom behind me say something; I don't hear the words clearly but it seems like she's telling me that the food is good.

    I wake.

    Mr. Darcy's Project

    by BrerRabbit on 02-19-2011 at 12:01 AM
    Mr. Darcy's Project (Non-lucid)


    I'm in my room on campus, lying on my back in bed. It must be overcast outside, because the morning light is pretty dim coming through the window.

    A pleasant Asian girl who I don't really recognize (but she seems familiar for some reason?) steps lightly into my room. I watch her as she crawls up in bed and sits on my legs, facing me. She says it's my birthday. That's cool. I ask her if she'd like to be my birthday present, and apparently she would. We begin to kiss, but then somebody interrupts us.

    It's my middle school principal, and he's just walked into my room. He wants to check up on a project he's had me working on lately, and so I reluctantly but dutifully search for some important pertinent documents I've left in my desk. I'm looking for a particular sheet of information that he gave me on a previous meeting, but I can't seem to find it anywhere. Time is running short. A woman's voice calls my name and I wake.

    Updated 02-21-2011 at 12:02 AM by BrerRabbit

    non-lucid , dream fragment