I am in my darkened bedroom, lucid from the start. I leap through a wall and fly over treetops in daylight. I say aloud, “Here we go….” I keep flying in one direction and see some fish swim by (right to left) through the air in front of me. I look at my hands, which look perfectly normal. I pause and hover in one spot, which seems to be about 20 feet high.
I dreamt I was at my paternal grandmother’s house. (She is deceased in real life). I went out the back door and went to my car. It was a silver car. I was excited and semi-lucid in that I thought I got a new car. When I looked along the side and saw that it was dented and rusted in spots, I was disappointed that it wasn’t a nicer car.
I find myself walking along in a pristine Eden-like valley, when it hits me: This is a dream. My experiment at this time is to explore the possibility of communicating with some form of discarnate entity. I call out to the sky, “Show me a spirit!”
Walking in an unfamiliar room, I came upon an old chest and opened its curved hood to see an assortment of items wrapped in dusty old newspaper. Picking a round object, I unwrapped its contents to reveal a hefty paperweight. It was made primarily of clear glass with a green translucent orb in the center. Thinking to myself, “Gee, another dream about glass,” this comment sparked lucidity.
One of the most fascinating applications of lucid dreaming for me has been the opportunity to have a glimpse beyond my restricted personal life in one body. In this dream recorded on Dec. 11, 2015, I am entering my childhood house and see on my left many small matryoshka dolls (or dolls nested within a larger doll) and a somewhat bigger white handbag on the table.
I watch pictures portraying scenes of non-existing episodes of an anime show (DBZ). As the last pictures envelope my field of vision, I find myself in a colorful Asian garden. Suddenly I hear a strong, whiny, hissing sound. The scene becomes gray and cold.
I’m strolling along a beach when a thought enters my mind, “Why walk when you can FLY?!” One second later I am fully lucid and flying. Further down the beach, I’m challenged by a young man. “Let’s see if you are really lucid,” he says. I understand that I am about to be tested.