Through the Picture
I decide to incubate a spiritual dream: after an awakening it's easy to induce a lucid dream.
I dream that I am in my house and I realize I'm dreaming. I remember my wish and I ask help to see God.
A man in black appears behind me. I am afraid but he gives glasses, and through these I see his real nature: he is an angel!! He brings me into a house in order to make me experience God. I must cross a picture put in middle of the room and of which I see only the reverse side of the picture. But I hesitate and I don't know what to do. Then I awaken. Gabriella, August 2003
Bowling Alley God
I am in a place like a bowling alley with five or six
lanes. Maybe five or six people are there. Some of them are my old friends
- ones that I use to talk to about spiritual matters. We're having a conversation
about religious topics, but we're also playing a game simultaneously.
The game is an odd one - in it, you roll a ball down the lane and try
to split an apple at the far end. I think it is easy and tell everyone
"I'll show you how it's done." Then I roll the ball and the
apple splits in half.
Suddenly, the varnish on the wood lanes seems to shimmer and the whole
thing strikes me as odd - I realize that I'm dreaming! As I look around
lucidly, I am standing next to a young, petite blonde-haired woman. She
is looking at me and so I ask her, "What is God?" I ask her
again with a demanding tone, "What is God?!" Then she looks
directly at me with extraordinarily clear, compassionate eyes and a hint
of a smile, and shows me an apple split in half. As I look at the apple
and this woman, I begin to feel an incredible force like pure love and
caring coming from her heart to mine - it is tangible, I can feel it coming
to me, enveloping me! I think 'this is (an experience of) God". The
energy is too much and I wake up with my heart pounding.
Note: in the morning, I took an apple and split it in half and began to look at it. When I did this, it was like a symbolic revelation. I could see the apple seeds, symbol of future life and growth, and around them is the faint outline of a butterfly in the transition from the core of the apple to the apple, a symbol of metamorphosis, and finally there is the fruit of the apple, a symbol of our sustenanace in the present. I was amazed to see this - I have never noticed it before.
There are obviously symbolic associations with the apple being symbolic of the 'Tree of Knowledge' in the Garden of Eden, etc. The most interesting thing though was the transfer of 'feeling energy' - that was profound. Robert, April 1986
The Un-Birthing
An amazing dream last night. I'm having a normal dream. I've got a new-ish job. I haven't been there very long but already I'm being introduced to a new boss, I've had something like five so far. I've met him before, he's been around for a couple of days at a training, but I can't remember his name. (It's Anthony Chan or something like that.) There's a couple of other odds and ends in the dream, but essentially the feeling of it is very flat; it's a good job, I make a decent amount of money, the people are nice enough, but I don't really enjoy it, it doesn't engage me. So the dream has this depressed, gray feeling to it.
Then I'm looking at my mother through a round opening in a quilt, like I'm cocooned in one. She's lying down and looks exhausted. I say, "You look really tired, what's wrong?" I think her lips move, but if she says anything I can't hear it. I seem to realize I'm dreaming at this point and think, hm, it's weird to dream of looking at my mother through a round aperature; that could be interpreted as a birthing image. Suddenly I realize that's exactly what's going on, and I'm being un-born. I'm being pulled backwards, the aperature closes and I'm drawn backwards (feet first as I lie on my face) through this tight tunnel which is still a quilt, the one on my bed, I think. I'm then drawn back into the womb (still a quilt) and squeezed smaller and smaller (painlessly). At first I'm fighting it, thinking, no, I don't want to disappear! But then it occurs to me that "disappearing" will actually be like dying, a re-connection with the spirit. As I disappear as an "embryo", I suddenly start going down another tunnel (still the quilt), but more slowly this time, head first. I'm very excited now, repeating the mantra "home", meaning enlightenment, at-one-ness, spiritual nirvana. I expect that when I emerge from this tunnel I'll have the experience I sometimes have in dreams of spiritual ecstasy, a feeling of rising and dissolving and pulsing, absolute wellbeing. I have also had tunnel dreams like this before that were very intense and significant. So I'm very anxious to finish my journey. But when the portal finally opens, I find myself simply awake in my bed in the frame dream again. The depressive gray atmosphere of that dream is still there despite the lucidity and rising spiritual anticipation. And that frame dream continues non-lucidly from that point without reference to the tunnel experience.
The other weird thing is that while this was going on, I had a buzzing kind of feeling at the nape of my neck that went up my spine, along the back of my skull and out the top of my head. So I assume it was some kind of kundalini experience. But how weird for it to end that way!
I'd appreciate feedback from anyone who has insight into kundalini type dreams, I don't know much about it and the dream puzzles me. I had a very powerful dream the night before too, so I'm curious how to understand these. Katie, November 22, 2001
Highest Good
. . . I am outside with my sister, M. I say to her "I'm dreaming! We're dreaming!" I fly in big circles over the lawn. She is happy. I repeat what I said and then I say "Come fly with me!" I wonder what her waking self will remember of her dreams today. I also wonder if she will be heavy when I reach down and try to lift her into the air. I easily pick her up by the hand and we fly in circles together. At some point we are in a car that is parked between two other cars. We are parked so close that I shouldn't be able to get out. I look at both sides and then open the passenger side door, and know that since I am dreaming I'll fit out OK, or the door or cars will morph a bit so I can easily get out.
Coming down to the lawn, from the sky, (I no longer interact with M.) I think that I would like to talk with my Inner Self. I want to ask her some questions. I pause on the lawn area and tell my Inner Self I'll find her when I go around the corner of the house and out onto the lawn, and I will ask her questions. Looking down and saying/thinking this, I see a tree root near the corner of the house. I then begin walking to the front of the lawn, briefly wondering if I should give myself more time for an Inner Self symbol to form. I don't slow down though, and continue on. I see a few cartoonish figures (like looking at a TV) and I ask some now forgotten questions. One of the figures looks like a cardboard cut out, similar to Jim Carey or the character "Kramer" from TV's Sienfeld. Its arm moves.
I wonder what else to do with my lucidity. I don't care if the dream goes long, or even if I forget some details when I awaken. I want to maintain the lucid state as long as I can. As I think this, I seem to be walking in a sunny scene, toward a corner in a small town. I don't see any people, but I do see white stucco buildings. It feels like I am in California. At the same time I decide I want to talk to my Inner Self. Then I call to myself that I want to be taken to my "highest good" (a phrase I remember a friend using when telling me about several of his lucid dreams). As soon as I think of this goal, I rise into the air and go through clouds. I close my eyes at one point, telling myself not to be afraid, to go with it. I don't want to get "stuck" or wake before I get very far.
I open my eyes again. It is like I am looking at a reflection of planets behind me. I turn and see them, yet I see Earth close below me, as though I am still in the Earth's atmosphere. The planets are huge. There are three or four of them hanging in a dark blank inky sky, the silence and the stillness is awesome. One of the planets is dark; black and deep purple. The few distant stars almost appear to be "dripping" in the endless black sky. It seems as though a vast black ocean, calm and as still as glass, lies below the planets and stars. Their reflections mirrored in this calm darkness. It is so Beautiful! There is no sound or movement at all, and I am just suspended there, amazed at the beauty. I call again to be taken to my highest good. I rise further, as though through a light, but not wet, mist.
Then I feel my hands, especially my right one. I feel a burning in my palm. I say something like "Not too much!" and the burning subsides a bit. I keep saying "highest good." Then I feel myself settle into my body; my shoulders touching down first (dream shoulders into body shoulders) and then the rest of me settles in. I "wake" in a small bed in a cluttered bedroom. I suspect I am still dreaming due to the bed's size and position in the room. Before getting up I see a dog like a sandy coloured toy dog on top of a short bookcase, like it has wings. It curls its paw around the edge of the shelf and says "I'm cold, I'm cold."
When I get up from the bed I say "This isn't right, I must de dreaming." I look for something to read, to see of the words will remain stable. Then the bed becomes a double bed, after I am out of it and looking around. It is now in a different part of the room. I then realize that I have entered into a probable reality system. I wonder if she, the other Lucy is here. I soon wake. Lucy, August 3, 1999
Golden Buddha Statue
I'm walking up Oakwood Avenue towards home. I see Honey running down to meet me. She stops to play with an older German Shepard on someone's lawn. I go up to her to take her home. The two dogs are playing and I accidently bump into the other dog's hindquarters. The dog seems mildly annoyed but not angry. A woman across the street yells, "Be careful, one of those dogs will bite you!" I knew that wasn't likely to happen but to be on the safe side I jump up and fly where the German Shepard can't get to me. I am flying pretty high above the phone lines up Oakwood Ave. I find that I can fly right through the wires with no resistance. When I get to our house (which doesn't look like our house, it looks more like my childhood home in Cross Lanes) I say to myself, "This is a dream!" and I immediately become lucid.
I continue flying around for quite a long time and I don't remember every detail of what I did. I fly through the telephone wires again and I fly by a tree but can't seem to fly through the limbs. I try to put my hand through some objects (one of which is the sidewalk) but find that they are solid. I am enjoying flying around the area. I remember that what I wanted to accomplish in my next lucid dream was to ask a dream character "Who are you and what do you have to tell me?" I ask the telephone wires the question and they reply that they are the length of my life from beginning to end (as I look at them I see neither beginning nor end) and the poles represent the crossroads in my life. I feel a bit disappointed with this cryptic answer. I fly back down to in front of the house. I remember someone's suggestion that you are likely to see whomever or whatever you like if you find a door and expect what is desired to be on the other side. I see that the house has an enclosed porch on the front and I think that if I fly through the wall of the front porch I will be able to meet Padmasambhava on the other side. I try to visualize that he will be there. Since I was not able to put my hands through objects previously I believe that I will only be able to pass through the wall if I build up some flying speed and just go for it. I do that and pass through the wall easily. I don't see anything at first so I try to visualize Padmasambhava. He appears for only a second in a ghost-like form and then turns into a golden seated statue of Buddha. As I look at the Buddha's face there appears a strange, almost silly (but friendly) grin on his face. I hear the statue say, "Welcome to Tibet!" I find a bell and dorje in front of the statue and pick them up. I seat myself in lotus posture and while holding the bell and dorje I begin to chant some mantras along with the Buddha statue. After a moment I begin to wonder if I am really dreaming and wake myself up. Clint, September 7, 1998
Untitled Lucid Dream
I had a long dream about Maureen; some kind of hostility or threat that I eventually got away from. Then I'm looking at a window and it comes to me that it's a dream. I put my arm through the window to test it, yes, I'm dreaming. Delighted, I fly through. I fly over to my parent's house, there's a group of people standing around by the crabapple tree, maybe an impromptu party of family and neighbors. I tell them I'm dreaming and try to decide what to do.
I decide to die and ask for their help. We try hanging me from the crapapple tree but the limb is rotten and gives way. Mom tries whacking me over the head with a glass bottle but that doesn't work. I think it's Dad that comes up with the idea of carbon monoxide poisoning. We do the car in the garage with a hose in the tailpipe trick. It's a big old beige station wagon like we had when I was a kid. I lie down and wait, and eventually, deliciously, get sleepy and floaty.
I float up into the air in ecstasy; the clouds are a very big part of this, the beauty of them, soft fleecy transparent ones. I come to Heaven and float around enjoying the beauty. Lots of very tall buildings, like sandstone with dark green trim, but they're spaced far enough apart that everything is light and airy.
I'm enjoying this a lot but decide I'd like to see God. I spy a cluster of buildings, dominated by a pointy one, both off in the distance and higher up in the air. I do my trick where I determine a spot and arrive at it rather than physically fly (as I'd been doing earlier, flap-flap like a bird straight up). I do this in short increments rather than all at once.
Everything's bright and sunny. There's people around like a campus. At regular intervals on either side of the path are these translucent orange hemispheres about the size of an orange half. I ask no one in particular, "What are those?" and a man walking by answers me, naming some kind of food, and a woman coming the other way says, "String cheese", so I take it that they're food that tastes like whatever you want it to (manna?).
The spacing of them and the size of them is just irregular enough to indicate that they're handmade and also set out by hand. I bite into one - it tastes like it looks, like a kind of orange-flavored, gelatin candy.
There's a lot of pigeons around too, the sun making their neck feathers glint green and purple. "All these pigeons and no bird shit," I say to myself, "this must be heaven!" I go in the pointy building. There's a huge set of double doors, unornamented but in a pretty wood like cherry.
I push through these and get to another, and another, and another, one of those annoying dream blocks I get when lucid. I break this by a verbal announcement that I want to get past, I think, and stepped up determination to get on with the dream.
I come to a corridor that goes off to my right; immediately off of this there's a large room with a lot of people around a table who stop what they're doing and look up at me in surprise. I say, "I'm new, where do I go to, uh, check in?" They tell me to go on down the hall. I think I'm calling for God, then I hear God calling, "Katie, is that you? Where are you?"
A little wandering around while the voice wanders too trying to meet up, ending up back near the conference room, whereupon I meet God, who is an infant Asian boy with gross motor disabilities. Either he's got deformed arms and legs, or else can't use them (he's in a one-piece red romper).
But what he can do, and does several times, is somehow use his muscles to spin in a complete circle so that he begins lying face up and ends lying face up, spinning around a vertical axis (parallel to floor). He's grinning and cheerful flipping himself around. I'm under-whelmed. I say to a bearded old man in a blue turban, "That's God?" Seeming alarmed that I'm not impressed, he offers me kits to make other Gods, Buddhist or Hindu, presumably whatever. The kits have sparkly beads and so on, arts and crafts kinds of things.
"So what you're trying to say," I summarized, "is that we make our own gods. In other words we are God." (My brother has been talking a lot about this perspective in real life lately and gave me a book to read on it, which I haven't started.) I was kind of bored and annoyed and disappointed and that's where the dream ended. Katie, January 15, 2003
Through the Tunnel
I am at school and only briefly interact with the children before becoming lucid. I try to leave the classroom but my right leg will not work very well. I think that's because I am sleeping on my stomach rather than my side. Finally, I manage to limp out of the room. Children start to follow me but I tell them to wait. I leave the school by the Milvia door. Out across the street is a tunnel that doesn't exist in waking life. I cross and enter the tunnel, ignoring a couple of children I hear, figuring they'll dissipate if I don't focus on them. Once through the tunnel, I am underground in this walled-over area. I see a woman close to the entrance and decide to interview her about God as Robert Waggoner had done in a lucid dream. First I ask her if she believes in God. After she indicates that she does, I ask her what is God. She answers, "God is a happy man." I walk down a hallway and come to a bedroom. I think of it as "my room" and see a purse like mine. I pull out a class list. I try to read it, but the names morph into nonsense. I leave the purse, knowing it doesn't matter what happens to it since I am dreaming. I go down a stairway, hoping to get deeper into this underground area. Instead I find myself in a garage-like area. I see a woman talking to a mechanic. I ask her what God is like. She says, "Would you shut up!" I play dumb and ask, "Who me - or the mechanic?" Before she answers, I wake up. A. Dreamer, December 5-6, 1999
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