Dream Walkers

al_aaraaf — Mon, 28 Mar 2005 19:46:13 GMT

some kind of invasion...nazi? communist? american? I don't know - I remember something about an island and the end of our old time. next I remember I was in a room that would've dwarfed St. Isaac's - a huge cavern, with the sea at the bottom, and mile long walls that ended up with a giant square room. the abyss below and the abyss above. We were being sorted by the new regime somehow. I dashed away and into the cavern wall, a small cave full of...inventory, for lack of a better word, I pushed the objects in front of me and I remember there were great sigils on some of them - sigils of the old regimes and I used them to block the view of the conquerors to my escape. It became a kind of store...myself and others were taking what we needed, it was like a drug store - and there were $100 bills on certain products, lighters I think, and I kept going through and snatching them. I'd taken about 5 lighters, with a bunch of the cash, and I was technically bending the rules because I was nervous when I came up to the woman who was to look me over before I continued. there was an empty lighter, I cast it aside, but then there were 4 more. she examined me and my purchases and didn't seem to mind too much, but she motioned back to the guard on the other side of the store to cover his fingers with something that looked like black spray paint. she asked me to relay the message actually. he got it by our hand signals, and I moved on. around the great cavern's walls were stairs. they spiraled upwards, and there were many pilgrims. The old regime tolerated the pilgrims, but the idea was that at the top you came back down. At the top was the moon. people could stand on it and touch it. I remember talking to Galimet, a Russian friend of mine from school, I think I may have said I was late, or made some remark about my position in this weird system governed by The Regime. I passed her, and another old school aqquantance stood there by the moon as I stood on the scaffolding next to it. I spoke to it in my mind. I asked it "do you hear me?" and it said "not as you think I do" - it told me it was dead, but I didn't accept that. I did something that was interpreted as an action in a computer game...haha, I opened the menu and clicked the 625 moon to add to this current one. instantly it exploded in life. everyone gasped, possibly screamed. the people who had been in bondage to The Regime rushed forward up the spiral stair to the living moon, which suddenly declared in my mind YOU HAVE USHERED IN THE NEW ERA OF 1111!!! I think the old moon was the moon of 400 something...probably 486, since that and 625 make 1111...I don't specifically remember, but that seems likely. I remember seeing around that message (which again popped up like my whole existence was on a computer screen somehow) with dogs leaping around and greenery, the whole world had been subdued greys and deep blues and a bit of pearly colors. I saw green, vibrant and alive, in this new living moon. I and the others rushed forward, and I and those who were already on the moon when I got there were lifted up by the new moon, which powered us away from the cavern of The Regime towards a new life.

I don't have a clue where this came from...I became more and more conscious as the dream came towards its end, I was consciously speaking to the moon in the manner in which you pray or speak to spirits, addressing it as both a single entity and a collective one. It fealt like I got an answering machine - I didn't quite make up the response, but it wasn't animated in the least. pilgrims climbing the spiral square to the moon...

projection?

al_aaraaf — Mon, 18 Oct 2004 06:46:31 GMT

in the woods a young girl tried it, she said she saw all the dead animals off a bit away from us - then the teacher, a beautiful woman, asked if I wanted to try it and held out her hand. I took it. She said it was like putting on your glasses, and we sat down cross legged as I put them on and lost focus with my physical eyes. I leaned back, legs crossed and my arms crossed over my chest, and everything faded and spun around again and again - I looked at myself, I was smiling, sitting in my living room. (I was NOT in my living room in physical reality) I lost it and came back to my body - I was in my bed, the same position, legs crossed like I was sitting around a camp-fire, and then laid back on my bed with my arms crossed across my chest. It was extremely hot, my bedsheet had fallen over the A/C vent and my room was a greenhouse...I decided to try again. I fealt the spinning sensation again, my consciousness whirled around an axis somewhere near the foot of my bed, my feet, or my 1st chakra. I spun faster and faster, I got a little dizzy, but I was looking at my room in real time it seemed. I tried to look at myself, I moved a finger physically and watched it move. I smiled, and saw my face smile. I fell on the floor by my bed, and saw the texture of the carpet...I stumbled up (without legs or arms, you can still stumble, suprisingly), and floated out through my room's door. When I did that I heard a cymbal...I looked down the stairs into the living room. My dad's head was sitting on the coffee table and my mother was ironing clothes in a red shirt - I flew into the kitchen and quickly lost touch, and woke up. I got up immediately to check, no, my mother was not ironing in the living room...but I'm pretty sure this was a projection - maybe two. how do you tell?

Another Lucid Dream: First Flight

mantid — Mon, 11 Oct 2004 11:57:27 GMT

The entrance into this dream was strange, I remember nothing prior to my recognition that I was dreaming. I was climbing onto a rooftop and knew I was dreaming. I reached the top and took a moment of meditation to center myself in dream. Suddenly, I became a 'cartoon' figure, boxed in by lines. I have been trying to fly in my dreams, but had not been able to do anything beyond long distance jumping and falling. So, I visualized flying and how it might feel while awake. I used Neo from The Matrix as my basis, since his flight was so fast and effortless and easy to visualize in the real world. It was interesting that my first flight occured in a 'comic book' reality, and also a propos I suppose. So, I struck my heroic flight pose and lept from the roof, and I didn't fall. My visualization really helped me to fly, since I now had a sense of what flying felt like, whereas before, my sense of what it felt like to fall was too overpowering. I soared over the suburban rooftops in various poses, but it wasn't as exhilirating or exciting as I'd hoped. Perhaps flight is too common, too easy to visualize for my generation, so that when I achieve it, its like watching a movie. I take for granted that anything can happen. Well, I need a new goal now, something else to work on. Maybe I'll try being a girl next time . . .

al_aaraaf — Wed, 08 Sep 2004 02:00:18 GMT

caring about looks, or even delivery, of a message, indicates a lack of vision to me. don't you think? how childish we are, though I'm using myself in particular for an example. We have such arbitrary definitions of beauty. *shrug* I was dreaming today - I woke and was vividly conscious through several of them. I remember a kind old woman I talked to immediately before trying to leave the dream. I allways try to leave when I learn that I'm dreaming, so I don't get caught up in the dream again, but I never go anywhere. I turned to her, as I was opening a door, and said "when I step inside I will be projecting in the real world", she smiled. there were others around the door. haha, the shedim were not there, I wonder what would happen if I made shedim around a gateway and went through it? the rest would be up to my brothers, I think, as I certainly don't know. Calm, and Contemplative, as "moods" for LJ I think of so highly, but "complacent" earns a scowl. I wonder why that is. I need to pay more attention to getting the meaning out of things, and less attention to what they look like in the mean time. I spend so much time deluding myself...quite alot of it is done deliberately. I've emerged in the dawn and now the full light is showing, and I'm blinded so I cringe back into my cave. thank you ~~plato~~Ovid I'll borrow your metaphor. I should've asked the woman by the door to teach me. so patient the old ones are...and gentle. I would fear the other side of a force so gentle...fear it immensely. oh well. When I use the sense I have in my dreams I get so calm. My dreams teach me to listen. They teach me to ask, and they teach me to be awake. Ironic. I remembered 5 or so dreams, which I made an acronym of as I lay in bed before rising today, but I forgot them as I remembered dozens more the longer I lay, the flood drowned out the individual letters - but even memory of the flood brings back a fleeting glimpse of a native american woman mourning and an azure beaded necklace, and another, muffled passing of someone older, a male. haha...on another note one of my dreams involved a policeman clubbing me with their little sticks...I woke myself up by kicking straight into the air and hitting the mirror on the wall at the foot of my bed. I think/hope I was more trying to block the club from my body than hurt the policeman, but whatever - if I'm not a pacifist in my dreams I'm at least a vegetarian, I allways make quite sure before eating anything, yes, even in my sleep. If/when I wake tonight, I'll ask the people to teach me. I was about to talk about how beautiful I would make the place, but that would lose me, it's the little intricacies and subtle things that lull you. I should, however, experiment with pattern. I could probably get in a habbit of sending out a circle wherever I am when I realize I'm dreaming. I can make worlds melt before me when I try, and a pattern would certainly be possible. I'll rise up without really moving, (the dreams allways fade to black when I rise up into the air), and beneath me a circle will expand like a ripple in a pond. I'd love to elaborate on that idea, but I fear too much complexity and love of intricate beauty would destroy the lucidity. A circle would do, under a dome - featureless entirely. Out if the murk I'd call, and I'll see who answers. I shall call to my brothers to gaurd the circle, and perhaps add the elements around it. a pool of water, surrounded by walls of fire, above it a dome of earth, filled with air, and gaurded by the shedim. Who'll answer the call? we'll see. *laughter*

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.

Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

hahahahaha....Samuel Taylor Coleridge "Kubla Khan; or, a Vision from a Dream, A Fragment." 1797. I have my memory charm - and do I ever...I've loved this poem from childhood. I've had the last verse, from "a damsel with a dulcimer" memorized for over a year. It would serve extremely well as a memory charm. If I learn to project certain images, blocking out all interference, when I recited certain words of that stanza to myself, I could end up demolishing the phantom worlds by accident and habitually end up in my meditation dome every night for hours of concious work. A miracle of rare device....indeed.

al_aaraaf — Fri, 03 Sep 2004 01:54:30 GMT

projection - I lay down and fealt the pounding through my soul. Very soon I rose up of my own accord and stood, dazed. To my horror my body was dead, parts of it were rotting, I forgot where I was before I even saw it, or else it would not have shocked me. I ran to my parents' room screaming, to no avail, and I writhed in the bathroom with towels trying to clean it off. I don't remember more.

I woke up with a voice in my head, later, after more dreams, and I remember it said "this shall come to pass, that the tide shall wash over the whole earth". I went back to sleep.

john's house - I and John's family, and him, were in a very old victorian house, I was living with them, and we had just moved in. Thomas was on the 3rd floor, and we were talking about how on every level you could go out on the balconies, and there was grass and dirt underfoot. The house was burried, but you could walk on every level of it, outside. I remember the grass and earth under my feet seeming hollow, more like a net of earth than a floor. I stepped back inside, and as Thomas stepped out the door to the balcony, I said "you shall hear the dead", smiled, and went downstairs. On the Bottom floor it was dark, and I remember putting a Russian laquerware spoon I was given as a gift in Tichvin on the shelf next to other laquered things the Christie's had. I then walked out and talked some to his father, who wanted to know if Mrs. Christie had said something to Sarah, Sarah said she did, the adults said no, and I said that she had told sarah whatever it was...then we heard Thomas screaming. We ran up stairs, me, john, sarah, and their mother, to find the door to the balcony/net of earth locked with thomas on the other side. I let him back in from the fog and the grass, and he was screaming and gibbering about what the dead had told him. I said "I told you they would speak to you", smiled, and left. The stairs we had come up had sank into the floor while that happened, making it solid. I knew it was a dream, closed my eyes, and willed it all to change. After that I had some other, stupid dream resembling the harry potter series again...I was using a carrot for a wand. *rolls eyes*. I went outside and found the girl and boy pretending to be slaves, there were slaves out in the garden doing work, and when the older men came back on horseback we hid from them amidst the slaves, but were found out. The dominant male, who somewhat resembles john's dad in my memory, was not pleased, and sent me to my room. I used my...carrot, to turn on and off my computer, and eventually lost it somehow. I left the room, and searched the mansion with the other chilren. We went through room after delapidated, neglected room. We came to one in the basement that was furnished with white-silk furnature. Music was playing, and there was a bed. It was the den of the lady, who was not there, and was evil. I wanted to leave, so we did, and went outside. At any rate I left and went out on some sort of boat, like the everglades boats they have propelled by fans, with the girl and boy. We circled around through plants and some water in a foggy dreamscape, and came back to the front of the house, and hid. There were more slaves and poor people outside, doing work. The lord came in, the dark one, and so did the lady. They reminded me of vampires, and when they went to her chamber dozens (it seemed more like hundreds) of bodiless, headless faces flew around, black and white tails like commits they had, and between the three of us we stopped the Lord and Lady in the chamber, and the faces went away. I don't remember what we did, but I remember the stairs down to the chamber being through some carved beast's mouth. I woke after that.

Your comments and interpretations are welcome.

question

al_aaraaf — Wed, 18 Aug 2004 14:24:42 GMT

ok, I had three dreams tonight that I remember, the first (not in chronological order, just first that I'm writing about), involved me and my brother in a store buying games. I remember it was a few years ago, because the computer games were all old. Myst and Doom 1 were just coming out (I don't know if those came out anywhere near the same time, but I do know they both have had sequels out for a while), and I think Diablo 1 was on the shelf too. I told him not to get the stupid old games, because I remembered that the new ones were like, and the old ones sucked, relatively speaking. I knew that it was a few years ago, though that didn't trigger my realisation that I was dreaming, for some reason.

The next one involved running from an adult male gorilla, and fleeing with an assortment of humans and gorillas from his dominating presence. I lead the escape from him. We climbed over rocks in a ravine in the mountains, and three beings, white wolves or tigers, were there. They were dangerous, though I don't remember if they attacked or not. I do remember that they were white...and I've been attacked by white wolves the size of tigers in my dreams before...not to mention in the dream I'm going to write about immediately after this one.

In the next dream, I came out from a stone house, like an old farm house, and was standing on a stone path in a rural area, the ground rose in a fairly steep hill in front of me, the path turned into a stairway only a little way from the house (maybe 3 meters at most). I knew I was dreaming as I stood on the path. I said "this is a dream, clear it away, go higher", and I intended to, but instead I turned around to a guy about my age, who in the dream was a relative of mine, and made out with him. I remember knowing I Was dreaming as I did it, and focusing in on the details of his form, as I knew it would bring them out beyond anything in real life. I got lost in it and forgot. There were little children, of his race, out on the grass on the hill, and playing around the area. I assume they lived there, and I was one of them. 3 huge wolves, tiger sized, all white, came and attacked them. I fought them off, and they left. I remember knowing that there were 3 perils in this dream, the dogs, the turtle (um...I dont know where it came from either), and "THE BEAST" which lived in the corn field at the told of the hill. Having defeated the dogs, (these were wolves, not dogs, no fucking dog is that big or powerful), I went up into the corn field to look for the other two. The field was fenced in with chain link fences, and I remember a blue plastic tarp or something. I was either floating or climbing along the sides of the fence, and I saw the turtle...who was decidedly not perilous. I stepped over the turtle, it was about as dangerous as a speed bump or a bean bag chair...and about the same size as the bean bag chair. It was dark green, and from what I remember of it it was an allagator snapping turtle. I remember it's tail, and the rest was a blur, as I wasn't lucid by this point. I never saw "the beast" in the center of the corn field. I don't remember any more of this dream.

It's interesting to note that every time I've seen these white wolves, there have been two or three of them each time (I think the first time, a month or more ago, I just didn't notice the third, I remember speaking to one, noticing another, and then they were a blur, attacking those I was with), they have been noted as dangerous, and have never harmed ME personally. I've allways respected them, speaking to them politely or mentally acknowledging them as you might a thunderstorm or tornado, dangerous, but respected - not something you despise, or really something I fear. I've taken action to avoid them, and repell them, but they haven't scared me in any dreams. They've allways been a danger to people I was gaurding, but not to me. It's been children twice, and the other time I wasn't paying enough attention to the people I was liberating to know if there were children among them, but there could easily have been. What do the wolves symbolise? what are they?

My Second Lucid Dream

mantid — Mon, 16 Aug 2004 14:30:22 GMT

So I was watching birds swim in a fishtank and I came to the realization that I was dreaming. Using the twirling method, I 'reset' the dream. Everything when black and then an off-kilter kaleidiscope of a woman's face sublimated into existance before my eyes. All the faces began to speak at once, and the disappeared, leaving me in a green and marble room. Learnign from my last dream, I ignored any pressing need to follow the dream's plot, and decided to try flying. I lept two-fisted through a pane and soared into the air, only to fall again. I tried another leap to the same effect. It seemed I didn't believe in my flight enough. Then a flight of green wyverns began to attack me, diving and screaming. I divertd them with my mind so that they were only 'buzzing' me, soaring over my head. Then I awoke.

I have been visualizing myself flying during waking life, in hopes that reinforcement of the image will allow me to perform better on the next occasion. (I have never had a real 'flying' dream, only leaping ones)

Link to THE LUCIDITY INSTITUTE

rowan_whtllght — Sat, 07 Aug 2004 17:38:14 GMT

I received the following link from a friend. Please let me know if this is your take on lucid dreaming. Thanks.

http://www.lucidity.com/LucidDreamingFAQ2.html

al_aaraaf — Sat, 07 Aug 2004 03:45:40 GMT

in response to mantid's post - I am a 16 year old gay male in little rock, arkansas. I've been interested in the spiritual for about a year now, following a vision which I vew as my divine induction onto this path. I've astral projected maybe twice...I think that's the interest I searched for and found this community with - and I actively practice energy work and I'm looking foreward to meeting some dead people (that sounds weird)...but I'll hopefully be doing it tomorrow - a close friend of mine has just gone public about being a natural medium and spiritualist...I beleive the deceased said hello to me tonight, through channeling, I was caught rather off my gaurd so I'm afraid it was an extremely brief confersation before he left again - I'd be annoyed if I were called up in the parking lot of a bar too...but I'll find out more about that tomorrow (I hope). I'm interested in kabbalah and most other forms of mysticism...and in other news I'm a pacifist and a vegetarian. I'm not sure what else to put here so just ask me any questions you can think of

mantid — Sat, 07 Aug 2004 00:41:17 GMT

I would like to welcome our new and unexpected members. As your host I hope I can be successful at moderating and enriching this place with my own experiences and knowledge. I started this community because of my interest in the spiritual and the ways that one as skeptical and intractable as I am might be able to reach it. I didn't actually expect anyone to request membership, and certainly not days after the community's creation. I thought perhaps some friends of mine might notice it in my info and query me, but I expected that it would simply be a place for and record of my private thoughts and journeys. However, I am not displeased by company, and am both flattered by it and aprehensive about moderating a community of (at least temporary) strangers. Thank you for your interest, one and all, and if you wouldn't mind telling me a few things about yourself and also how you found this community (just to slake my curiosity) I would appreciate it. I hope that in the future we can all help one another on our personal journeys into the beyond. I look forward to your experiences, knowledge, and questions, all.

mantid — Mon, 02 Aug 2004 17:43:20 GMT

Using practices laid down in a text I borrowed from my mother, I was able to achieve and sustain a lucid state for the first time. My previous attempts had either been foiled by a sudden waking just after the point of consciousness, or by the amnesaic state the dream world can affect on a dreamer. However, even though I remained lucid throughout, I was still for some reason compelled to take part in the 'plot' of my dream. I suppose I figured I shoudl finish what I was doing before I tried flying or changing form or trying to see my true self in a mirror. In any case, my knowledge did help me surmount a chain wire fence while carrying a large snake. What, if anything, this represents, I am without clue, but as a first step I am pleased.

mantid — Mon, 02 Aug 2004 17:29:38 GMT

Awaken . . .
Where are you? Who is there? What are you, and who?

Do these questions come to you often? Do you find yourself wondering whether or not you are awake? Perhaps the answer is clearer than all of the rest of that foul gruel they feed you, and never quite fills you. It is all a dream. Understand that, and perhaps you will understand more. When you find yourself waking from what you thought was waking, let me know how it feels. Words may not communicate the slightest sliver of the meaning we hold within ourselves, but maybe we can use this place to arrange a meeting somewhere else. A meeting of spirit and mind, a meeting at last of the known and the absurd where both can meld before our eyes into what we already knew they were. So forget along with me, and remember what you already know.