Eonnn! I've done it! But it wasn't Lawrence Fishburne! But he did claim to be Morpheus! 😁
Date: 08/01/2021
Method of entry: deferred indirect
Bedtime: 1.45am
Awakening: 6.25am
Return to bed: 6.35am
Awakening: 8.30am
Attempt: successful
Phase experience: Morpheus
App: Phaser
Waking state
Upon my first awakening, I remind myself of my plan of action for lucid dreaming and use the loo. I return to bed and spend a few minutes relaxing and peering into the darkness behind my eyelids. Curiously, a random visual impression of moving a glass of water with my hand emerges in my mind, which causes my finger to twitch in reality. Subsequently, I fluctuate between wakefulness and shallow dream states; there is a vague dream involving a dialogue with Asian shopkeepers.
Phase state
I find myself standing in the backgarden of my house and the gate is ajar. An old man wearing a brown cardigan is peeking in. I'm taken aback by the realism at first but understand the situation to be hallucinatory. I see the old man slowly continuing along the pavement. I run up behind him and take flight above his bald head. 'Whoo-hoo! I'm dreaming!' I soar into the night sky in my excitement and plunge back to the earth at full speed. 'I must meet Morpheus!'
I'm lying in bed in darkness but manage to vigorously rub my hands in front of my eyes until I see luminous digits. I keep rubbing them until the dark void materialises a scenery behind fully-fledged hands. I walk through a mountain pass, as though travelling through a Transylvanian mountain range, with dark green foliage on either side, leading to a little castle. I run towards the medieval structure until I reach its entrance.
There are two massive doors and I knock on both. I step away for a second to examine a wooden gate with my fingers, I notice that a patch of ground by the entrance to the castle displays a chesslike pattern which feels like marble to the touch. Looking up, in the distance, the horizon is concealed by a foggy, nighttime landscape redolent of Minecraft, with a hint of lunar light but no moon in sight.
I draw my attention back to the doors and focus on the left one because its wooden surface is now displaying a vibrant red. I bang on the red door whilst shouting, 'Morpheus! Morpheus! Are you there? Morpheus!' My voice echoes. The door finally opens to reveal a towering character resembling a cross between an Arthurian knight and a jester. His head and neck are covered by a helmet and his pale, friendly countenance is marked by a distinct proboscis. 'Are you Morpheus?' I ask him as I rub my hands to prevent a premature end to this experience. 'Well, yes, my child!' Comes the British reply in the sound of an old man's calm voice. 'Come in.'
I step inside to find a humble abode with some pottery and strange objects on shelves. Morpheus heads for an open kitchen. I notice that his outfit is now displaying more white fabric than before. What an extravagant lord of dreams! I think that he looks and sounds nothing like Lawrence Fishburne from The Matrix, but regard him as my Morpheus nonetheless, so I request the obvious for a reaction by saying, 'You got any pills for me?'
Morpheus opens a refrigerator, reaches for what I presume to be pills, and hands me two little sweets of a pale blue and red colouration. I take both. As I chew them, the taste reminds me of sugary tablets that my kids have offered me before. 'Come and sit, my child', he says, leading me to a round table semi-surrounded by a padded couch. He sits down first and I reluctantly follow, suddenly becoming aware that remaining still for prolonged periods might end the experience. I rub my hands to maintain the realism but feel like expressing my concern to what now feels like a profoundly wise character: 'Morpheus, maybe I shouldn't sit. I could wake up!'
But Morpheus seems unconcerned. Instead, after briefly regarding me with oddly pale-blue eyes and a furrowed brow betraying slight incredulity, the oneiric lord gives me a cryptic reply: 'You know, child ... Your sympathy knows no bounds.' He looks away and begins to fade. I stop rubbing my hands as I begin to lack confidence in maintaining the lucid dream. I wake up satisfied with having met Morpheus.
Waking state
I suppose I could re-enter the phase by lying still and waiting for imagery to come, but I hear my youngest son entering the room to get ready for his remote lessons on the laptop. I record the experience on my smartphone.
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