- In bed – 9.42pm
- Lights off – 11.58pm
- Woke up – 9.15am
We wandered to many shops in town today, I did lots of writing and played music. Did no in-day meditation, but did do lots of self-awareness, though not so much RC. At night I did mantras while falling asleep. I did listen to music, but have no recollection of either falling asleep with it on, or taking it off. Though the fact I woke up with the earphones tangled around me and in a patch of drool would suggest the former.
Dreams
3.04am – Someone was failing at being a buyer/seller of antiques and stuff, so they went to the experts. This was a dream like watching Bargain Hunt or something. The expert was allowed to go through peoples houses and pick any items that they wanted to buy, give a historical background as they do, and then buy it for a fair price. It was a kitchen plaque or wall hanging this time, very few were made we were told, and it was bought by the woman back in the 80’s for £5.20. The buyer offered her £5000 for it. Not bad investment.
5.33am – This was a ridiculous dream, a man stumbled across a group of three of four people minding their own business in the woods, eating dinner around a campfire. He began assaulting them, asking why they were causing some disturbance in the town. There was now reply; they were dumbstruck and confused, but he kept going on at them, until he pulled out some ninja stars and threw them, threateningly. He managed to cut one person’s cheek, but still they stayed silent, confused. Eventually a ninja star (they had protective metal edges so they aren’t sharp) managed to kill one of them, so the guy ran away. Immediately his friend came along and questions the group why they were attacking the other guy. He continued, asking why they forced him to use his ninja stars. Then he ran off as well. The group are left completely bewildered.
6.20am – I don’t recall waking up, but wrote this down later on. My girlfriend and I were going to buy new cars. The saleswoman started asking weird questions about what I had done that day, I told her I went to the shops (as I did in waking life), but she pressed for more detail, she wanted to know exactly what I had done, and in what order. So I began giving her more detail and spent a minute recalling exactly what had happened that day. Only then would she give us our keys. We both got into the same car, my girlfriend driving and me in the passenger seat, but we both had steering wheels and ignitions. I started my car from the passenger seat of hers and as she drove away, I tried to recall the route she had taken and exactly what the building we were in looked like, so I could drive my car without seeing it. It was tough but we managed to get out of the building. Just in time to have the saleswoman call us back inside. There was a painting of a man on the wall with some words scrawled around it, we asked what it said. She told us that it was a man who had gotten his dreams and now he had found them he didn’t want to leave… a warning from my brain about lucid dangers? Nah!
6.39am – I had thought that I wasn’t going to get to sleep easily, and that tonight was going to be another fail for dreaming. But all the best ones seem to happen when I wake up at around half-past five. I was stuck in a hotel, with a small group of people, and the world had been overrun by Daemons, which looked like a mix between the guy from ‘Pan’s Labyrinth’ that had eyes I his hands, Abe from ‘Hellboy’ (I do believe they are both the same actor anyway, no?) and the weeping angels from ‘Dr. Who’. They were dressed in a sort of Arabic clothing as well. It was all very scary. They just stood there, completely still, waiting, until they were certain where we were and where they needed to attack. I think they may have only had hearing. One person in our group started making a lot of noise, and I quickly went to check to see if the Daemons had moved. Creeping and peeking over the stairs, saw one was a few feet away and looking straight at me. I charged back to the group and we all ran. At this point I pulled out of the dream somewhat, it was getting quite frightening, so it shifted from me being in the dream to me being a spectator and describing, vocally, the action as it happened, (I remember my voice, and that is only the 2nd time ever that this has occurred in life as far as I know). I was a commentator now, saying stuff like, ‘we ran up the stairs’ and ‘ we found baseball bats and hit them in the legs’, and as I said this the dream images did it all. Now while this is unusual for my dreams, it isn’t entirely unique; I have had dreams where the action was described like this, it is not necessarily lucidity. However, while this was going on I was fully aware that I was lying on my back, I could hear the fish tank in the corner of the room bubbling away, I felt my breathing and the blankets move as my girlfriend rolled over. For the briefest of brief instants I woke up and saw the room with all of my senses, except my eyes, which were still closed and witnessing the dream. But I could very much see the room, exactly how my head was twisted on the pillow, and the stiffness in my legs and neck, I felt my breathing and heartbeat. It was as though I saw the room through a black veil or dark mist. As I said, that took such a short space of time for me to decide what was going on and realise, I instantly fell back into commentating fully; though still entirely aware of my body and the room around me. I was so close to waking up it’s crazy to think I didn’t. I’ve read on the forums and things, and that’s how people describe it, skirting the edges of dreaming and waking. But I never actually experienced it. I’m struggling to describe it well, I know. Anyway, by now I was back in the dream, and watching these characters still fleeing from the Daemons, they had exchanged their bats for katana and were cutting the legs now, not bashing them. I watched nervously, coy and shy and careful not to do anything drastic, lest I lose hold of what I had struggled for months to attain. I plucked up the courage and slotted five words seamlessly into the commentary, ‘And then we were Lucid.’ There was a rush of perfect clarity, quite indescribable, even more so that in waking life, as though when awake we are still clouded by a blackened veil of dreaming. The sound of a rushing waterfall and a split second after I said those words, I was awake. Full Lucidity. It lasted only a brief time, but was a most incredible experience. I must have more.
9.15am – Just one more now. A short one too. I was swimming in an Olympic race, and was losing somehow, by a great margin, this was odd because we had kept the same pace. So I decided to stand up and run until I caught up to them.
Wow, from thinking it was a bust to all of that. My dreams are obviously far more creative and active after my 5.30am wake up; it’s like all the time before that my brains gives over to recuperating for the day to come, and the rest of the time it just says, ‘Yeah go have fun’. There is one more event that I think I should mention. Just after the lucid dream, I woke up fully and jotted it down, I was excited and thought maybe I wouldn’t go back to sleep, that I should just get up instead of failing at trying to sleep (Which I had thought was going to happen at 5.30 as well, to be honest) but I looked at the clock, seeing 6.42am and closed my eyes. I immediately saw the usual images of random active and noisy brain. Only these images started falling away from me, as though they were printed on the top of the sand in an hourglass. Each one fell away and was replaced by another which did the same, I had no control over what images they were or anything. After a moment, I felt myself sinking too, into the bed; like those sped up videos of dead animals rotting that sink into the ground, that’s kind of how I felt, like I was melting into the bed, everything was really heavy on my body, but I was fully awake the whole time; it only lasted about 30 seconds or so. My neck was quite stiff and uncomfortable, and very much content with one lucid dream for the night (I assume that if I had been able to stick with it I would have fallen into another lucid dream, as this is very much like some accounts I have read online). I opened my eyes, no more than a minute after closing them at the above time. Curious, I looked at the clock, it read 6.59am.
This was a lucid dreaming that didn’t stem from a random Reality Check in dream, or because of a factual inaccuracy, (one example of the latter that comes to mind is a person on a forum gained lucidity because there were six deer in the bath with them, that’s not the part that triggered lucidity, but it was the fact that when they turned back to count the deer, there was one that was missing). So if lucidity isn’t gained by something like this, the only way I have yet to find, via DILD at least, is through intense felling and emotion within the dream effecting you to want to stop it, half of my lucids have come from wanting to stop the dream because it was scary. (I say half of the dreams, but I’ve only ever had four I think, just sounds better if I say half, rather than 2 of my lucids, don’t you think?). I hope to be able to test this out further down the line in this journal.