Albert Lauer – Energy Spa in the Mountains in Lucid Dreaming


My body was asleep in a private room in a yoga ashram somewhere in Europe. I was lucid but unconcerned with everyday matters, dreaming within the confines of my body in a very calm state of mind – or deep trance. I was trying to heal a small but distracting defect I had noticed in one side of my head. In order to realign the tissues, I put the left knee of my dream body prolonged in touch with the area that needed comforting. The effect was that the disturbed tissue could ease down due to the supporting energy of – in this case – the dream knee.  


But the dream evolved into something rather unique. While I was holding this position, I sensed a presence close to me and that made me change my trance and open to my surroundings. I had been so closely involved with my physical body that I noticed that I was almost awake.


One of the female swami‘s from the ashram was quietly floating behind me. After I started paying attention to my dream, I sensed several other people. A bit farther away was another one of the female swamis floating with a small group of people. I felt her presence clearly and there was no doubt that both of them were really present in their dream bodies and not a mere dream image.


Then I became enthusiastic to alert everyone to the fact that we were dreaming. The swami with the group was not at all amused that I raised my voice and distracted her students. She insisted that I should go away and a small hatch opened a meter to the right of my head. Through the opening I saw another group of much less calm individuals running excited around in a steam room full of healing energy. I immediately understood what was happening there. These people had less calm minds and were therefore more agitated. The resulting tiredness they would later experience is actually the diminishing of the level of energy in their system. In the energetic steam room they had the chance to refill the exhausted spots with new energy. Somebody in the room recognized me and enthusiastically invited me in.


The swami in the meantime told me that through the hatch was ―Grundschule‖ – elementary school – and that I was relieved from ―Haubtschule‖ – high school. I insisted that I was better off in her group than in the other and I would be able to remain calm. She had taken my loudness for lack of control of the mind and therefore thought I ought to have been in the other group. Reluctantly though, she accepted I stayed.


(Now the most interesting part of the dream began.) Even while I was physically so much awake by now, I still remained in dreaming. I could see most of the details, although there was already some scatter from seeing through my body, instead of directly with my dream body.


The swami began to round up her group. They were all flying about fifty meters above ground over the center of a small valley. Deep down there was small pond, to where we all floated gently down.


While we were approaching the surface the swami advised us to dive into the pond. All of her students did so and disappeared under the surface. I myself was more careful, which was a result of being so awake in this dream. The waking mind is more considerate than the dreaming mind, since it is used to look after the body. I also had not experienced earlier to this degree that I could fully participate in a dream while being so much awake.


(I have frequently been able to easily switch between dreaming and waking, but then I re-enter completely in dreaming, even when closely associated with the body. This however is more like a double focus, allowing me to view distant places, which I sometimes can during waking hours. An ability that had much improved that year and that also involves dreaming awareness. Similar here is that my vision is more or less impaired because the physical body functions as a filter for dream awareness. Otherwise our minds would always drift off, or we would all have to learn to maintain a more carefully organized focus.)


While the other students had already submerged, I decided to carefully enter with my dream body through the surface of the pond. The substance in the pond was a lot thicker than water and had a hue that was almost golden. When I came in contact with the surface, I sensed that this was highly condensed energy of a very soft quality. I drifted just a bit under the surface and let the smooth energy replenish me.


After bathing a while, I took some of the soft energy to put in the little disturbance in the side of my head I had been working on. The swami protested and told me that it was not for taking. I got the idea that it was laboriously harvested and stored there. I insisted that I used the energy – or prana, as they would call it in the ashram – for a good purpose, which was to heal myself. Again reluctantly she agreed that I kept the bit, which I then rubbed in the side of my physical head. Although my perspective within the dream had changed, I had of course been within my body.  


I remained a while longer resting in the prana bath, fully submerged but still close to the surface. It was very good. (I can still feel the quality of the energy when I think about being there. I never saw the others come out of the bath.)  


Meanwhile the first swami had remained in place, out of the center of the dream, high up. And then I also sensed another group over a hundred meters away, that was led by the male swami of the ashram. They were too far away to notice further details.


Note: I do speak German well enough to know the words Grundschule and Haubtschule, although it had been a very long time since I had heard the words. Haubstschule – I would not have trusted myself to use correctly in a sentence. This dreaming with the swamis was not even an isolated incident. The night before, I woke up in the middle of the night around three o‘clock. I wanted to resume my study on the part of my body that needed attention, but then the swami that had led the group broke through my already waking attention, loudly speaking the word German word ―Knöpfchen‖ – in this case referring to a flower bud. The meaning that was transmitted with the word, was an interesting principle for a sophisticated use of attention. With the word I had been advised not to awaken my attention quickly, but to slowly open up like a flower bud.


That night I did not just hear the swami, but sensed her presence vibrantly and I had the distinct impression that a class was going on. I do not remember having been in a class nor had I been able to remain focused in dreaming. I had become to quickly absorbed in my waking attention, instead of opening slowly like a flower. (Check out Albert‘s blog, The Awe of Awareness at