lucid dream

“You died in a hotel in 1984”

I’m laying in bed in my apartment, and there’s a knock at the front door. It’s dark, so as I walk to the front door to see who’s there, I see white light coming in from all sides around the door. “Must be one heck of a light out there,” I think. I open the door, and my wife (who I’m separated from) is standing there, and this white glow is all around her.

I don’t even get a chance to think or say hello, and she says, “You died in a hotel in 1984. Everything since then has been a dream.”

With this, I instantly wake up in my bed. My body is shaking like crazy, but I jump up, look back and think, “I am NOT getting back into that bed tonight.”

As I walk around the apartment debating about whether I should try to sleep on the floor or just go into work at four o’clock in the morning, I remember ... I did spend a lot of time in a hotel in 1984.

Another dream where I am running on all fours

Had another dream this morning that I was running on all fours. Rather than ask myself, “Why in the world am I doing this?”, I now just accept that I’m a dog (or a cat, or some other animal) in the dream. That helps me go along with whatever is happening in the dream, rather than fight it and wake up.

(Notes from a dream on June 28, 2016)

Dream of a woman talking about Thich Nhat Hanh

Every once in a while I have a dream where someone is speaking in a language I don’t understand. This morning a woman said something that sounded like, “Yada yada yada Thich Nhat Hanh yada yada.”

I replied, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re saying, but I think I heard ‘Thich Nhat Hanh’ in there.”

She got excited and seemed to repeat the same phrase faster, “Yada yada yada Thich Nhat Hanh yada yada!”

Being clever, I decided to speak very slowly: “I .. don’t .. know .. what .. you’re .. saying, but it sounds like it might be in French.”

Her: “Français?! Oui. Yada yada yada Thich Nhat Hanh yada yada!”

Unfortunately I then had the familiar feeling that I was about to be pulled away from the scene. She had been speaking with her hands a lot, so I held her hands with mine and said, “Something is wrong with my body, I have to go now. Come back again and we’ll try to figure this out,” and with a little “whoosh” I woke up in bed.

(A Facebook post from June 13, 2016.)

The case of the cursing woman

“Goddamnit!”

Every so often a woman in a lucid dream this morning yelled out like that, so after the fourth or fifth time I had to ask her about it. “Why do you keep saying that?,” I asked.

“Gets your attention, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“There you have it.”

“There I have what?”

The correct mental state for Zen and mindfulness meditation

There’s a scene in the movie, The Family Man, where Nicolas Cage is sitting in a chair and trying to stay awake, because he knows that when he falls asleep his “glimpse” will be over.

The moments just before passing out are like that. Assuming that you’re not panicking, you’re vibrantly aware of everything around you — colors, smells, etc., because you don’t know if you’re just passing out or this is Game Over.

The end of a lucid dream can also be like that. You can be in the dream, know that you’re dreaming, and then know that you’re starting to wake up. You don’t want to leave, but you don’t have a choice, so you pay great attention to the environment because you know that you may never see it again.

To the best of my knowledge, all of those are also the correct mental state for Zen and mindfulness meditation. As Shunryu Suzuki says, “The true practice of meditation is to sit as if you are drinking water when you are thirsty.”

(Namaste)

Uninvited playing in a multi-level lucid dream

Had a fun multi-level Inception-like lucid dream last night. In two dream levels I saw the time was 11:40. When I woke up (for real) and went in the other room and looked at the clock, it was indeed 11:40pm.

In the last level, Uninvited was playing, until I walked around, following the music, found a radio, and turned it off.

May 3, 2103

Seeing a therapist

I’ve been seeing a therapist for the last several years. With all that I’ve been going through, it’s been nice to have someone to talk to.

When I got to her office last night there was nobody else there, so we just sat in the lobby and started talking. But after a while some other people came in, so we had to move.

When we got up to move I used telekinesis to move some of the chairs and our things. “How .. how .. how are you doing that?,” she stammered.

“Well, I guess I think about the objects, and then I kind of create my own gravity, or maybe something like a tractor beam, and well, then I move them.” Nobody had ever asked me that before, so my answer wasn’t very well thought out.

Anyway, she said I’m doing fine, but she took a couple of pills herself.

#dream

“Wrong eyes”

“Wrong eyes.”

(What I told myself during a lucid dream last night. I was flying, things got dark as I flew higher, so I thought “Open your eyes,” only to find myself staring at the bedroom ceiling while still dreaming.)

Jumping off of buildings and balconies

In dreams at night I jump off of buildings and balconies because it’s the fastest way to get to my next destination. I have to remember not to do the same thing during the day.

Sanctify Yourself

I was laying in bed last night, waiting to fall asleep, and the power went out. As I laid there thinking about how cold it would get, a gray telephone we had many years ago began ringing in the closet. I wondered what it was doing in there.

Instantly the scenery changed and I flashed back to an event I didn’t know about twelve years ago. As I observed it, it made me sad.

Then I kept going back in time, first to one event and then another.