The Lucid Dream Exchange - Sound in Lucid Dreams

Sound in Lucid Dreams

Lucid Choir with Ego-Aspects
I wake up at 0140, take short notices of two dreams. (In one of them I fly around the world, passing the Golden Gate Bridge, too. Did anyone see me?) I put on the Novadreamer ™ mask and start a relaxation exercise. I percept cues and the dream alarm twice, I see them flashing red. Then I see white flashes. Immediately I know, that I'm dreaming...

... but this time I'm not too excited. I feel drowsy. I'm sitting in a room with some (6-7) men. They are approximately as old as I am. We are sitting in a circle. I remember that my lucid dreams often vanish if I try to fly. What shall I do? I'm asking my co-dreamers: "Dear aspects of my ego ... (sounds strange to me) ... shall I fly or shall I sing?" One man is laughing and says: "You should better sing." I know he is laughing because he knows I like to sing, but he also knows that I'm not always sure whether my singing is welcome. I start singing. A simple melody, made of five notes. I use the sound "Aaaahh". The "h" sounds strange, different, than in waking life singing. But I don't mind. I repeat the simple line several times. After some time my companions start singing this line, too. Sounds and feels good. Then I want to do an experiment. I sing a variation of the theme on a higher level. The others remain singing the theme. This is a lucid choir! I'm very satisfied. I sing some other variations, everything feels good. Now I wonder, what will happen, if I go back to the theme. For some time all people sing with one voice. But then alternating singers create variations of their own. Very good. Ralf, June 7, 2000

Take The Big Fat Cow With You
(It's funny, a day or so before I got the submission notice for the next issue, which will feature music/sound oriented lucid dreams, I was wondering if other lucid dreamers have auditory focused lucid dreams. Strangely enough, I have found that my lucid dreams with music are my most intense lucid dreams. Very often in such a dream there is nothing but the music (no visual or tactile sense). I wish I had the skill to remember and transcribe the lucid dream music once I am awake!)

I'm running barefoot down a sidewalk and I jump to see how far I can jump. I go up but I don't come down and I immediately know that I am dreaming. I continue flying but the visual dreamscape is fading. I try to remember what I had planned to do in my next lucid dream and remember that I wanted to transform into a tiger. Immediately I feel my body change into that of a tiger; I feel my strong wide shoulders and huge paws. I actually feel the paw pads spread as I run along the ground. I still have no visuals but I am totally concentrated and absorbed in the physical sensation of being a tiger. I don't even notice that I am not seeing; it is neither light nor dark - it is as if there is no vision sense at all.

Now I hear a classical radio broadcast and think that I must be awake. In a few seconds I know that it is a false awakening and that I am still dreaming. I listen closely to the music. It is a wonderfully intricate and ethereally beautiful piano and guitar concerto. I am totally amazed that I am dreaming this because the sound is so crystal clear and realistic - it seems that I am listening to it through stereo headphones and can hear every note. The classical piece lasts for about 3 or 4 minutes. During the whole time I still have no dream vision and remain in this space which is neither light nor dark. I am totally absorbed in the sense of hearing at this phase of the lucid dream. Throughout the time that the music is playing I am amazed that my dreaming mind is creating this music that is so complex and beautiful. When the piece ends there is applause and I think to myself that it sounds exactly like real applause. After the applause dies out the announcer comes on and in the stereotypical somber classical music disc jockey's voice says, "And that was 'Take The Big Fat Cow With You.'" I think that is an hilarious title for such a beautiful piece of music and repeat it to myself several times so that I will remember it when I awaken.

I lose lucidity at this point and fade into a brief non-lucid dream in which a woman in a wheelchair comes onto a theater stage and says that radio bandwidth is decreasing at an alarming rate. She proceeds to ask for donations of radio bandwidth from those who have extra so that future generations will have some. Clint, October25, 1999

I'm a Lucid Wave
I'm in a house. I'm singing and playing guitar in one room. It is a cover version of a well-known song, maybe U2. I sing with all my heart and a voice incomparable to waking life. It is so ecstatic to make and be in this wonderful music (only a few times did I experience this level of ecstasy while performing waking life music). After the song I leave the room, enter the floor. I do some hovering and flying exercises. There is a young woman watching me. I show her that one doesn't need to flutter wildly, but tenderly. (In the dream I seemed to be reminded of a waking life experience the day before yesterday. Some perfect minutes outside in early spring's sun, all by myself and serene, enjoying the uplifting view of seagulls circling in a thermal, nearly effortless, in harmony with the natural forces. After they reach a great height, they fly in a perfectly straight line towards the Baltic Sea, which is some miles off. Seemingly without moving one feather. In this moments I conceive why men since primitive times have the ineffaceable desire to fly.)

I lift myself up and hover right beneath the ceiling. I look down and see that my foot still touches ground. Hmm. I do some jumps. Sometimes staying longer in the air, sometimes landing on my belly. I wonder why it doesn't work all the time until it dawns on me that I'm dreaming. I immediately wake up. But don't move. Instead of hand rubbing I decide to use guitar playing to re-enter the dreamstate. I focus on the feeling of body, of guitar in hand and striking of the strings, not on the sound. After some seconds the feeling gets more and more realistic. Now I can hear the sound, too. The longer I play, the larger vibrations I experience. It feels like the dreambody morphs into waves of sounds, except the arms, which keep playing the guitar. It is an ecstatic experience. I'm happy that I've come that far in my dream-practice. But unfortunately I still seem not to be able to "bear" this ecstasy for more than some seconds. (But I can say that I'm getting better in the "enjoying - exercise".) I force the dream body to let go of physical body with the intention to enter another dream. But this seems to be too hard to try. Dreambody vanishes. I turn and doze into another non-lucid dream. Ralf, March 28, 2002

Musical Notes Hanging in the Air
. . . I look down a long hallway and something about the shine of the floor and walls gives it a slightly unreal look. I think to myself that I could make this into a lucid dream. With that thought I lift off and fly down the hall on my belly with my arms outstretched from my sides. I sing a single note "Aaaaa" and the sound helps me to maintain altitude. I can't hold the note for long and have to take a deep gasping breath before I can repeat the note. It sounds and feels so clumsy.

I decide to "leave my voice in the air." When I stop to take a less laborious breath, the sound I made continues. I experiment with different notes, some high, some low. They all "stay in the air" and form a pretty harmony. When I try an exceptionally high note it comes out like a cross between a scream and a squawk. I make a mess of the very low notes too. The bad sounds do not remain in the air. I continue to do this while flying up and down the hallway.

People start to show up, standing on the floor to either side of me, (I am now hovering in the air) and they sing too. Some sing out aggressively, as though they are competing with one another. I see S, a female friend, to my left and hear her beautiful voice carry the notes I couldn't produce. I assume these people are created (by my dreaming mind) to sing the parts that I can't. The "air" sounds wonderful. I soon wake. Lucy, June 16 1994

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