I am in a house with another. The house is familiar in this dream but not in reality or any other dream I am aware of. I KNEW I was dreaming when the lights did not come on when I flipped the switches. I went to prove it by looking at my hand but it was a bit dark to really see my hand in detail.
I dreamed that I was at an old house with a few people that I didn’t know. There was a woman with me who had black hair and milky white skin. We were sitting on a recliner together having drinks.
In my dream I became aware that I was in a cave with a woman standing next to me. I felt myself to be about 23, and she seemed to be a couple of years older and felt more experienced with the cave.
I am travelling. I’m in a medieval city. The city is under some form of attack. People are seeking refuge, gathered under thresholds for protection. The danger passes. I need to get back to my hotel for my luggage but I can’t remember its name or location.
I was trying to stay awake to answer my boyfriend’s phone call. (He’s in Boulder, CO and I’m in London so he often calls around my 12/1 a.m.) I slipped into a lucid space in between dream and reality and was still in bed.
I am having an ordinary sort of dream in which my husband and I have bought a car and we have gone to pick it up. I realize that I’ve bought it without driving it first and I am worried. It’s an electric Prius and I had thought it was almost new and in great shape but when we get there to pick it up it won’t start.
This lucid dream was over an hour long and I was lucid from the start. Here is most of what I recall:
I’m outside at a college campus. There are many people around. I leave the ground and fly low and backwards to see the reactions of the people I fly past. I look for pretty girls.
I had just read in Robert Waggoner’s book the section on addressing the awareness behind the dream. I went to bed that night and had the following dream:
I am in a boat on a waterway next to a little town.
About a year ago I had been practicing lucid dreaming and tried to have one every night. I only had a few, but there is one that will always stand out to me:
I walked onto a bus or subway car with a bunch of people; they looked like college students.
This lucid dream happened over 20 years ago, shortly after my father had passed away. During his dying moments, I had promised him that I would lucid dream visit him in my dreams. Sadly, he could not communicate with me due to the pain and seriousness of his illness.
It was a heavy period of my life. My shamanic teacher had just died, and my family had fallen apart just two weeks before. Not living with my children was hard. I lived at a friend’s place for one month, while looking for a new place to live. We were both students of the same shaman, the one who just recently died.
I would like to talk about two lucid dreams that are connected, involving the dream portal. The dream portal is where I draw a door with my fingers and walk through to another place.
