Gustavo Vieira
Short Talks With My Uncle
Some of my closest family is gone, like most of my grandparents and my uncle. But it is of my uncle that I dream the most. He died very young and I was a teenager when that happened. He was always talking and playing with me and my brothers. So, because of this, I have dreams with him. And he’s one of my lucidity triggers. Every time I see him, I know that I’m dreaming. I’ve had short but interesting talks with him. Here’s two of them.
(This happened around middle 1995.) I’m in my grandmother’s house where my uncle lived. It’s night time. Suddenly, I see my uncle in the house and that startles me, because I know he’s dead. I become lucid and we have a short talk:
Me – “Hey. You are here with me? Cool. And so? How is it up there?”
Uncle – “It’s good. All is well.”
Chris Cunniffe
Tigger the Lucidity Trigger
My cat, Tigger, transitioned from waking reality about 2 years prior to this dream.
I’m inside of a house. I see Tigger and immediately conclude that I must be dreaming. The transition to lucidity is smooth (no energy surge). Tigger is moving about quickly, very reminiscent of how he moved around in waking reality when he was excited.
I chase after Tigger playfully. I end up in the kitchen area. Ann (my wife) is there. I tell Ann that I’m having a lucid dream. There is a newspaper on the counter. I’m curious what date I will see on the paper. I look but don’t see a date. I chuckle because the page numbers are funky. One page was numbered “u2”.
I then remember that I’ve wanted to try meditating during a dream. I go back down the hallway where the dream started. I continue down hall into a bedroom. The cats follow me into the bedroom. They hop onto the bed with me. I try to pet them but it is like my hands are stuck in my sleeves (sleep paralysis?). I close my eyes to meditate but I then find myself waking up (in waking reality) very quickly. The transition was surreal because I closed my eyes in one bed and then woke up in another.
(This happened November 2013) It’s night time and I’m inside a house with my brothers who are watching TV. I go to another room and, suddenly, I see my uncle. I become lucid. We hug each other for a while.
Uncle – “It’s been so long since I saw you. You’re becoming interesting. You’re more spiritual.”
Me – “Yes, it’s true. And so, how is it up there?”
Uncle – “It’s good, but a little confusing. The people in charge there are divided all by regions. If we want to talk to someone we have to shout.”
As he says this, he pulls the curtain for no one else to hear.
Randy Westfall
Plenaro
My wife, my son and I were living in a pole barn on some land. I noticed out the window, the neighbor looking at me. He had a hat and dark glasses on. He was taking delivery of a completed section of house to be added to his house. At that moment, it fell off the truck and rolled on the ground. I thought, we could complete our house this way, buying sections until we had a whole house.
I walked the land, a valley with hills to right and left. Before coming to a large house and yard, I came across two recently filled graves. Tripping a little as I moved between them, I stumbled across the right grave. I walked up the hill a little bit and looked down at them. They were lined with stone blocks around each grave and the earth was turned and black, as if ready for planting. It seemed like very fresh dirt.
I went back to our house, careful not to walk on the neighbor‘s property to get to mine. In the house, I immediately saw a ghost. An ephemeral shape appeared before me and solidified as I looked at it. We looked at each other. I said, “Stay right there and let me look at you, so I can stabilize this dream and this image.” I did that, holding my arms out at a wide angle to frame him within my direct vision and started to have a conversation with a boy with blonde hair, looking about 10 years old who said he was a soldier in a war.
When I stabilized the image of the ghost, I became lucid in this vivid dream. I definitely intended to deepen and prolong this experience and it worked! I was asking him questions, some of which I now can‘t specifically remember. Nobody could see or hear him but me. The neighbor was there, too. The ghost looked down and away from me in a thoughtful manner, not sad, as he told me his story. He said he was a soldier in a war and he had died. Though his gaze was downcast and he seemed to be seeing the finality of his life in this memory, he was not troubled by it.
As he continued his thoughtful expression, he floated back and almost into the cupboard with glass doors. In it was a box and his head was floating almost next to it. I asked him his name. He said it twice as I asked him to repeat it and I still couldn‘t hear it. I felt that I had to know his name and in my urgency, I asked him to spell it. He said, “P L E N A R O.” Asking again, I confirmed this name as he spoke the letters again.
He mentioned the box, nodding at it or orienting toward it as he spoke. He directed me to take some gold pellets which were in a receptacle in the large square space on top, put them into another receptacle in the box and something would happen, like I would receive something. I could see that there were other compartments and as I was looking down through the box with x -ray vision, I saw a drawer and in it was a picture. It might be one of the things I could find but may not be what happened when the gold pellets dropped in.
The ghost ‘Plenaro‘ faded away and I couldn‘t bring him back, even by calling his name. I woke up.
