Welcome, I'm new (to the mist - I've put work into this dream thing) and I only plan on recording interesting lucid dreams here as I kind of like my handwritten journal for the rest. I had this first one about a week after joining this site and it blew me away. It felt like hours. I would LOVE feedback. I'll introduce myself in the forums too. cheers
THE LONGEST CRAZIEST LUCID DREAM I HAVE EVER HAD
Lucidity - 4/5 Clarity 2/5 to 5/5 at various points
I have marked with asterisks the part where a lot of very interesting things start happening, the things I really want to share.
AND HERE IT IS
I am in a country field. My wife, L, has driven me to an old tree I want to climb in an ATV. Its a sunny day. L drives me up the trunk of the tree (which is slanted). This seems wrong, but I get out and cling to the trunk. I get scared since I'm high up and there are no limbs to hold. I want to climb down but I have to wait until L backs off. Once she's down, I start to shimmy down. Seeing I want to come down, L cuts the tree down with a chainsaw. I jump off at the last moment. I'm OK but I am furious with her as her actions strike me as dangerous and destructive. I walk away and come to peace with my emotions, realizing that I myself had a role in the creation of this crazy situation (wanting a ride to the tree, not wanting to be up where i thought I wanted to be, ect.) L fades from the dream as I walk away.
I realize I'm in the country to visit my friend R. And a young woman who is his neighbor walks with me to show me to R's house. We go through marshy fields and woods. There are frogs everywhere. some get into my pant legs, one clings to my hand. They're starting to creep me out. Then we get to a canal and dive in.
The clarity of the dream increases greatly. We swim effortlessly and the feeling is very joyful and pure. This goes on for a while before we emerge in a basement tunnel type place. Some of the creepiness returns as we pass large piles of fleas and filth. Eventually we arrive at R's house, which is also sort of a trailer. R and a friend are in the yard in lawn chairs and we just sit and talk.
At this point I start to wake up. With my eyes still closed, I begin visualizing the scene. It comes in!!!! (This is the first time this has worked for me - wild). I am back hanging out with R and his unknown friend, only now I am fully lucid!! In fact, I feel too awake for this dream to continue. However, as I sit and hang out my presence becomes more and more stable. I walk into the trailer, where this wonderful, soulful acoustic guitar music plays on the stereo. It sounds kind of Bob Dylan/ Leonard Cohen-esque. I tell R and friend how I wish we had this in my waking world. Just for fun, i float out of the trailer in a reclined position, which I find easiest. I try to float through the closed door as an experiment. I do, but then see that it was just a ripped screen door anyway. The others have no real reaction to my floating, as if its no big deal that I am from another reality. Another song plays and I am sure I recognize the song and that its by the band "Air". I go back in to look at the album cover. Others are inside now and we start playing music. I play something like a Dobro guitar that has percussive suction cup things on the back, which I hit. I play well, the other players and i don't quite meld. I walk away.
I walk around what is now a real party. The scene degenerates into something I will not describe due to its adult content. After this ends,
************************ AND HERE IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING **************** , I notice an upright piano against the wall. The back of the piano opens and a magical dream woman floats out of the back of the piano. She is some sort of representative from the dream realm and has come to tell us that we look strange and nonsensical when we engage in the aforementioned adult activity. I ask " Is it because we lose ourselves and get so unfocused?'' She says "No, your actually very focused, its almost like meditation." The back of the piano opens into 10 or so tiny doors and she starts to become gaseous and floats back into the piano backwards. "Wait", I stop her. "Are you always in the piano?", I ask, wondering if I can find her in pianos in future dreams. She simply says "No" and dissappears through the tiny doors.
I walk into an empty side room. I decide to transport myself to a completely different dream scene. I announce "take me to the ocean" to the dream itself. Nothing happens, so I keep my intent focused and then notice a map on the wall. I move towards the ocean part of the map. I go through the map and into another similar looking room. At this point I am bodiless, a floating point of awareness. This other room has a picture of an ocean in an open book, so I float into that. I go through four or five rooms like this, moving into representations of the ocean, until I find myself in a room that has a different kind of feel. The time of day has also changed. Its dusk. I walk through this new house and out onto a porch. I look down and see a crystal clear view of a large rocky drop down to the wavy sea ( at this point, the view is at least as clear as in waking life).
I notice four or five ominous looking beasts - kind of like reddish black centaur dogs - roaming the beach below. I descend and approach the beasts with little fear, as my lucidity is still too strong to allow me to be very afraid. As I get closer, they become more and more dog like until they are a pack of actual dogs. Large dogs. I see my dogs among them (I have 3 small dogs in waking life), and begin to worry about they're safety. Another dog owner is there trying to control some of the dogs as the pack is unruly and dangerous. I start to try to command some of the dogs to protect my own, but quickly relax, as I remain aware that this is a dream. I approach the scariest dog and ask "what do you represent?" "Nothing.", he replies. I ask small, defenseless beagle the same question. I don't recall his exact reply but I have a long conversation with him. His eyes become very human, even more feeling than human. I touch his cheek and wee calmly communicate in the middle of the still hyper dog pack. The dogs and myself have moved into the water and we get swept downshore until were out of the ocean and into a canal, which washes us to the entrance of a concrete structure that diverts the water underground.
We stop at this entrance as 5 - 6 people emerge from it. My attention shifts to them and the dogs fade out. The people's eyes are completely lit up and they appear extremely conected to one another, to such a degree that I have rarely and very fleetingly experienced in waking life (in pyschedelic or emotional peak experiences). These people, however, have not used any drugs, they just live in this ecstatic connectedness. The are sweaty and smiling almost dancing. They wear silver tankards on they're heads but it doesn't come off as silly, just a kind of festive adornment that gives a sort of renaissance feel to them. Another woman comes out of the entrance to join them, complete with tankard hat and says "Hi Greg" to me even though we have not met. "Hi Janel", I reply, hesitating at the name a bit, as though I'm just remembering. I'm accepted by this bunch although I do not share all of their amazing, enlightened energy. I kind of feel like the new guy; the novice among adepts.
Janel says, "You're always going to be interested in your life because you've had an interesting life" (You have to know me to understand the meaning of this statement; suffice to say it was a very compassionate thing to say). Having heard this message, I continue into the tunnel. The tunnel becomes the interior rooms of a house, then another house, then another, like I'm walking through various dream houses to arrive at the next dream scene. I smoke a cigarette as I walk, like this is a little "dream break". Finally, I emerge from the last house onto a suburban type front yard.
A tiny (3 ft. tall), older black man with a short but full beard and a very gentle demeaner approaches me. "What do you represent?" I ask. "
"Nothing, I just heard you like to go on adventures, like hiking the Appalaichain trail and stuff so I wanted to hang out with you."
I now feel some pressure to do something adventurous but nothing really comes to mind, so as a default I suggest "how about flying into space with me" I try to ascend. I go up but its very slow and arduous. The little man floats beside me and starts giving me lessons. He moves his body in a dolphin - like way, and breaths at strategic intervals. It seems that though I am the adventurer, he is more highly skilled in this world. I imitate him and the flying gets easier, but its still very slow. We go up until we're even with the top of a nearby tree, then he steps onto another suburban looking lawn. It seems that we pretty much just floated to the top of a 50 foot cliff that I was not aware of. The little man laughs good naturedly, dismissing our failure to get to space and says "c'mon man, lets go play basketball"
We walk across the lawn to the driveway of a small, white house, where a friend of his is shooting baskets in a hoop that is attached to the roof of the garage. I take a shot which misses, but then takes a bounce and goes through some concentric rings which seem to have materialized. Suddenly a very angry, loud, matronly female voice bellows from the side door of the house. The little man's friend enters and loud arguing can be heard, like the worst kind of domestic situation is taking place. I start to walk away but then remember that I am safe in my dream, and that this loud voice probably means something very important to me. I enter the house and see that the voice came from a heavy set, stern looking mulatto woman in an apron who is cooking a large meal. The yelling is dying down and I approach her as calmly and compassionately as I can.
"Thank you for being a part of me, what do you mean?" I ask.
"I can't tell you, but you just try to relax and be more open with people." she answers, having completely calmed upon my approach.
She gives me some bread with butter and I walk out the way I came in, as others are gathering around the kitchen table for a meal. As I walk from the house, I see all of the characters that have been in this dream up until now walking the opposite direction in a kind of procession, towards this mysterious woman's kitchen. Towards the end of the line is the little black man. I stop him, having just remembered an interesting dream experiment I'd been thinking of lately.
"I've got an adventure for you", I say, "Let's get into the mind of an autistic child" (I work with autistic kids in waking life, and have had the idea of exploring their perspective in a dream). We walk away together and soon come to a black pond. We stop. I look up at the sky, then down into the water. "Do we go up or down?" I ask. "We're going down." he says. I jump in and start sinking in the black water. "You don't want to go too far down" he says, and this is the last I hear of him.
******* I make no claim in what follows to have actually had a transpersonal experience or any real experience of autism. I have spent a lot of time with autistic people and have read about them and could be projecting the information I have gained into experience. I can't say. *******************
I sink until all is black. Then very pleasing fractal like patterns of color to emerge just before a completely different scene emerges in bright light. I am sitting on a wooden staircase in a large house. A small grey dog comes towards me. Another small dog is in back of it. The light is natural daylight coming in through large windows but its so bright its overwhelming. also, I see the whole scene at once. I'm looking right at the dog but don't really focus on it visually any more than I focus on the background, which is this large bright house with white walls and lots of light wood on the floors, cabinets, railings, etc. Then a third, larger dog barks from somewhere I can't see. Its very loud and scary. I have no sense of echo location so I keep looking at the small dog in front of me even though I sort of know that the sound comes from elsewhere. It doesn't make sense to me. I then see a little of the larger dog, a german shepard, in an upstairs room, but everything still doesn't quite make sense, and I continue to look mostly at the small dog. Then the german shepard comes closer and I get very scared. The dogs are overwhelming and i couldn't even tell you how many dogs there are. Just that they're everywhere and I'm terrified. There is so much light its kind of like a kaleidescope, kaliedescope with dogs. Then I realize there is has been a continuous background noise and that that noise is someone talking to me. It is an aide in the kitchen who is there to help care for me. I look at her. It seems like a dime sized point on her forehead is in extreme focus and other than that the scene is all very bright and uniform. Kind of flat. Next to her is my mother. Once I'm focused on the aide I kind of forget about the dogs, who are now quiet, and I can understand what she says. She gives me some simple directive, to come over there or to pick something up or something, I forget. Then she starts talking to my mother about me. Now that I am paying attention, it seems very hurtful that they talk about me like I'm not there. It makes me very sad and lonely. I start to cry very hard as a way to assert my presence, and also because of the real emotional pain. It works and they start paying attention to me. When I see I have their attention again, the pain is relieved and I start laughing hysterically, in the midst of my crying. I go back to crying.
I wake up.