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    About LucidHealer
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    My name is Healer Wagonmaker. I started having lucid dreams when I was 8 years old. They stopped, and I moved on, thinking it was just a regular part of growing up.

    Recently I found LaBerge's perennial book on the subject, and I am hooked. I have had 3 lucid dreams in two weeks of training.

    I hope to develop my skill and knowledge, and possibly teach others how to have lucid dreams.
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      Pistachio liked post by LucidHealer On thread : Have you ever seen someone RC in real life?
      Maybe this is how lucid dreamers are supposed to identify themselves. RCing is our flag. Let it wave!
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      Let's be real. Don't we sort of look both ways before RCing in public? lol
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      gab liked post by LucidHealer On thread : Have you ever seen someone RC in real life?
      Let's be real. Don't we sort of look both ways before RCing in public? lol
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      StephL liked post by LucidHealer On thread : Intro Class Daily Dream Snippets
      Last night I dreamed I was on a freaking dream investigation team, and I didn't notice I was dreaming either!
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      StephL liked post by LucidHealer On thread : Intro Class Daily Dream Snippets
      Last night I had a lucid, flying between two intricately carved cliff faces made into futuristic town homes. I make my way through the window of one, into the kitchen, and nibbled on some Peanut...
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      StephL liked post by LucidHealer On thread : Have you ever seen someone RC in real life?
      Maybe this is how lucid dreamers are supposed to identify themselves. RCing is our flag. Let it wave!
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      StephL liked post by LucidHealer On thread : Have you ever seen someone RC in real life?
      Let's be real. Don't we sort of look both ways before RCing in public? lol
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      OpheliaBlue liked blog comment by LucidHealer On : Notes on Precog Dreams.
      I have had 3 situations since starting my dream journal like this. I mentioned one here (http://www.dreamviews.com/beyond-dreaming/148396-predicting-future-non-lucid-real-coincidence.html). I have...
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      AnotherDreamer liked blog comment by LucidHealer On : Notes on Precog Dreams.
      I have had 3 situations since starting my dream journal like this. I mentioned one here (http://www.dreamviews.com/beyond-dreaming/148396-predicting-future-non-lucid-real-coincidence.html). I have...
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      JoannaB liked post by LucidHealer On thread : Have you ever seen someone RC in real life?
      Maybe this is how lucid dreamers are supposed to identify themselves. RCing is our flag. Let it wave!
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      StephL liked blog comment by LucidHealer On : Lucid Self Sabotage and a Lesbian Affair
      I had a dream last week about having a female body. This is very rare as far as I can remember. I have not yet had any gay dreams that I recall.
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      Belle liked blog post by LucidHealer On : First journaled nightmare
      Here is an excerpt of my dream journal on HealerWagonmaker.wordpress.com (http://healerwagonmaker.wordpress.com/)... I went to bed an hour later than usual (11:30pm). A bottle of wine and pizza...
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      Thank you so much for sharing these. Wow.
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      OpheliaBlue liked blog post by LucidHealer On : Spilled hashbrowns, a hero, and Etch-O-Google
      Two lines of people trailed off through the entrance doors. Thankfully I had made it to the front where the cook prepared my plate. Oddly, my hashbrowns were served in a small rectangular tin,...
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      OpheliaBlue liked post by LucidHealer On thread : LucidHealer's Workbook
      Homework For Lesson I: 1.Start your own workbook thread in this subforum Done 2.Start a Dream Journal and record each dream. Done - HealerWagonmaker.wordpress.com 3.Record the times that you...
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    First journaled nightmare

    by LucidHealer on 12-10-2013 at 06:34 PM
    Here is an excerpt of my dream journal on HealerWagonmaker.wordpress.com...

    I went to bed an hour later than usual (11:30pm). A bottle of wine and pizza may have contributed to my state.

    I wake up at 3:45am to write:
    I am in bed watching an engrossing but creepy documentary. It begins mildly enough, but in the first few minutes it becomes apparent that this is not a pleasant video. There is cerebral violence and profound sadness here. I had put this DVD in to watch while following along with a manuscript, which I had in my hand, and in my own handwriting.

    The details of the DVD are hazy now, but there is a lot of strong and dark emotion, and my notes, of course, coincide with that same dark theme. As the DVD plays and I read along intently, Teresa comes in, apparently having been talking to other loved ones outside about me. She is concerned about the content of the DVD and about my state of mind.

    I point to a place in the manuscript of significant emotional anguish, and I tell her that I am not ready to let go of these feelings. Besides, I have no choice. It's all here in the script. It's all here in my life. I can't escape it. I realize that the manuscript is my dream journal, and the DVD is a recording of my dreams.

    This is a nightmare, the first recalled since I began writing my dream journal. I realize, too, that it is a movie I have seen played before in previous dreams. I am drawn to it. Morbidly riveted, actually.

    I want to scream aloud to relieve my soul of the bottled feelings, but in doing so I know it will harm those around me, causing frightful confusion. They would never understand. Teresa leaves the room, sympathetic and understanding. She understands. She always understands. I release a huge silent scream of pain. My spine tingles with ice cold terror. This is a lonely journey, I realize. Sometimes terrifying.

    Updated 12-10-2013 at 09:20 PM by LucidHealer (Categorized)

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    Spilled hashbrowns, a hero, and Etch-O-Google

    by LucidHealer on 12-06-2013 at 10:58 PM
    Two lines of people trailed off through the entrance doors. Thankfully I had made it to the front where the cook prepared my plate. Oddly, my hashbrowns were served in a small rectangular tin, typically used for baking corn bread. The cook no more than placed the tin on my plate when my “hashbrown loaf” toppled over and landed in a steaming mess on the floor.

    In full view of a gawking audience, I approached the cook and signaled for another order of potatoes. The cook looked at me like I purposefully maneuvered my plate in an unsafe manner, whereby forcing his precious spud cargo to take a mortal cliff dive. Once again, he replenished my plate with the same precariously packaged hashbrowns, and once again, they fell headlong onto the floor.

    I made one final appeal to the cook, whereas he verbally smote my already bruised ego, saying, “Most people would have given up and walked away by now.”

    I had a brief conversation with the restaurant owner, who was busy preparing loaves of bread in what looked to me like a wood chipper.

    The next thing I remember was looking at a computer screen with groups of words and concepts clumped together. Each grouping were obvious contradictions, such as “bacon & eggs” might have been lumped together with “turpentine”. The obvious meaning of this was a premise I would like to consider further in my waking life: Don’t try to synthesize seeming contradictions in your life. Rather, hold each mutually exclusive notion and apply them in their proper place.

    In other words, it is of no use to do away with either bacon & eggs or turpentine, but rather, employ them as they are relevant in your life. An applicable example would be pro-choice vs. pro-life. Rather than trying to synthesize the two concepts, which would be ludicrous, or attempting to eliminate one in favor of the other once and for all time, it is better to choose each according to context.

    After jotting down my hashbrown tragedy (or comedy), I went back to sleep. The following sequence occurred after 3am.

    I’m sitting in the front passenger side of a car with some other occupants. From my right side, I see a familiar face, a sportscaster in waking life. But in my dream he was a badass cop who plays by his own rules, a cross between Magnum P.I. and Caine from Kung Fu. He is talking to a group of thugs. I hear one of the them threatening to use a gun. Magnum Caine laughs and pulls out a Smith & Wesson military revolver with a two-inch barrel. I catch a glimpse of a cylinder full of bullets as he gives it a spin, flips the gun in his hand, and catches it by the barrel, handing it to the gang leader.

    Magnum Caine then inexplicably turns and walks away. The next thing I see is that he is falling to the ground in slow motion. Although I hear no gunfire, he has been shot. As he is dropping to the ground, he is now dropping a boom stand with fuzzy microphone, which is attached to a small sound mixer attached to his belt. My 80s TV hero has just transformed into a media journalist. WTF?

    Magnum Caine, my chameleon hero-turned-talking-head, gets up from the ground and limps to the front door to his house and hobbles in. Two bodyguards(?) pull up in an inconspicuous SUV, open the back passenger door, and Magnum Headroom runs from the house into the back seat.

    I get a good look at the injured man through the window of the SUV. I ask my friends, “Is that Ben Larken [popular sportscaster in our waking life town]?” A friend answers, “No. That’s his brother.”

    Next, I am holding a box about the size of Gump’s box of chocolates. Only it is pristine white and works like a cross between an Etch-O-Sketch and Google. I scribble a simple drawing on the face, turn it over, give it a little shake, and flip it back around to find that my simple shape has turned into a photograph and explanation. For instance, if I drew a triangle, I would shake it to get a Giza pyramid with a descriptive caption.

    I drew several things, the last of which was a penis and balls.

    The next dream I remember is my fiancé, Teresa, and I were at Kirk’s house. Kirk is an 84-year-old friend of ours in waking life. It was 3 o’clock in the morning, and I was watching some TV before going back to bed. Something interesting would be coming on later in the day, and I wanted to record it. The volume wouldn’t work properly and neither did the recording features. [In waking life, Kirk does not have recording capabilities.]

    In my attempts at making the technology on the TV work, I knocked over a pile of garbage on Kirk’s shelf. A sundry of cigarette wrappers and trash dumped all over the top of the TV stand. I was just about to retire to the bedroom when, perhaps from the commotion, Teresa walked in. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of Fritos.

    Unraveling the already open bag, she took out a chip. She smelled it, then tasted it, and gave me a satisfied look. Game on. Then Kirk came in. I apologized for the noise and for the mess, and he dismissed it as no problem.

    The next thing I remember is riding in my mom’s car with her and my step dad. My older brother, Daniel, was with us as well. We were having a pleasant conversation, when my step dad interrupted, turned to my mom and said, “It just dawned on me that you are partial to Daniel and I because we are conquerors. Healer and Donn [my younger brother] are …” I couldn’t make out the noun he chose to employ, but I have a feeling that it may have been an antonym of conqueror. “Loser” comes to mind.

    My mother pulled up to the front entrance to Furr’s Cafeteria. She and my step dad got out and walked in. I deduced that that was my cue to park the car and join them, so I did. Once inside, I went to find a place to sit. Daniel took a seat at a table with three other people having lunch. A fourth plate of food was at Daniel’s place setting, so I assume that the person had gotten up to go to the bathroom. Daniel proceeded to take and eat onion rings off of the plate while chiding the others of the table, telling them to get their food and move to another area.

    He gestured, saying, “Look how spread out your party is. Go sit with the rest of your friends.” And they did so, just as my conqueror brother demanded. What a douchebag, I thought. I went and sat with the offended party, and next to me was a baby girl. Across from me sat some kids of different races. They were orphans. I turned to the baby next to me, and we made funny faces at each other.

    Updated 12-10-2013 at 09:21 PM by LucidHealer (Categorized)

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