Esther

Grandmother

My grandmother passed away at the amazing age of 100! We were very close. One night, months later, I dreamed about her, and I instantly became lucid as I knew my grandmother had passed away. I looked at her in amazement, she looked vibrant and healthy, the way she looked before she got too thin and frail.

I was so happy to see her that I gave her a hug and told her that I missed her, and was happy to see her again. As we were looking at each other I was thinking to myself of a gentle way to ask her if she knew she had passed on, but I couldn‘t, so I asked her straight forward. “Oma, do you know that you passed away?” She looked at me quizzically, “Of course I know that I died! But just because I died on Earth, doesn‘t mean I don‘t exist anymore. I am still here, and I am happy. I have a horse and ride every day; I love it! I even have a boyfriend!”

I had to laugh about that one; she called him El Capitain! Grandma and I talked a little while longer about little things, if I was happy, and that she missed me too. Seeing her again was very emotional for me, and I felt myself loose lucidity. I held on, giving my grandma one more hug, and told her I loved her. The dream faded and I woke up.

It had felt so real being with her. The next day I called my mom and told her about the lucid dream. She was amazed! Turns out that my grandma always wanted to ride horses but was not allowed to do so by her parents as she had fallen off a horse at a young age, and had broken her femur. I never knew that, so it was amazing that she told me about her love for riding horses.

 

Chris Cunniffe

I’m from 2014

The transitioned personality in this dream is my friend Andrew, who had passed away approximately one week before this dream.

I‘m standing next to Andrew (he is to my right). Something about the scene makes me wonder if I am dreaming. Andrew‘s presence was likely a contributing factor. I decide to check my watch as a reality test. I look at my left wrist and see a digital watch. I was expecting to see a traditional watch display instead of the digital display (I seemed to think that, in waking reality, I wear a traditional watch – in actuality, I don‘t wear any kind of watch). Seeing the digital watch confirms that I‘m dreaming. The transition to lucidity is smooth and there is no noticeable energy surge.

I tell Andrew that we are dreaming. At first, he does not seem to fully digest the idea. The scene shifts and Andrew and I are in a classroom with a bunch of other people. There are rows of desks. Still lucid, it occurs to me to ask Andrew about his passing. He doesn‘t seem to know what I‘m talking about. I consider the possibility that Andrew (during the dream, I don‘t question if it is truly him) does not realize that he has transitioned from waking reality. I tell him that it is understandable that he did not realize he experienced a death because the death experience is like a dream where everything looks very real.

Our surroundings are very vivid. I try to find different things that have a date on it. This becomes a challenging task. At one point, I take a bottle of milk from a refrigerator. I‘m looking for an expiration date. Eventually, I find a newspaper and it has a clear date. I could not recall the exact date upon waking, but it was a 2013 date. There is a guy near the newspaper (it seemed to belong to him) and I tell him (somewhat jokingly) that I‘m from 2014. My point in doing this seemed to be as a means of convincing Andrew that he was no longer in waking reality. I then tell Andrew that waking reality is also like a dream, but a highly organized one. He seems interested in these ideas.

At some point I leave Andrew or there is a scene shift. I‘m walking outside by myself. It is now nighttime. I‘m in a relatively urban area. There is an area with an outdoor restaurant (it does not match any that I know from waking reality). I decide that it would be fun to fly. I take a running start and then easily take off. I‘m flying right over the restaurant tables. Some people sitting at the tables notice me and are looking up at me. . . . I fly for a good while. I‘m amazed at the stability of the dream. It seems like it could go on indefinitely. I‘m flying over a residential neighborhood.

My posture is just like I‘m standing up in the air. I‘m not waving my arms or anything like that. I experiment with flying upside down, with my back to the ground. I start to lose elevation and I find myself sliding in the air under some tree branches. I land on the ground, on my feet. . . . I then come upon a restaurant. I decide to go inside and check it out. I walk through the bar area near the entrance. There are two ladies (both seem older than me) sitting at the bar. After I walk by, I overhear them talking about me. Then they are leaving. They talk about me as if I run some kind of pet business. One talks about work I did with her bird. I tell them that I‘ve been focused on real estate lately (possibly I‘m losing some of my lucidity here). I then realize than one woman does not look human. She is humanoid, but her facial features are completely different. It is like she is an alien character from Star Wars or Star Trek. I continue talking to them. I realize the dream is starting to fade and wake up.

COMMENT: Ann (my wife) was not surprised when I told her that I had a lucid dream. She woke up before me. She said that I had a rhythmic breathing pattern going on that she has started to associate with me having a lucid dream. In retrospect, I wish I had listened more to Andrew. It seems like I was doing most of the talking in our interactions.

 

James Kroll

Finding Sasha

My dog Sasha and I were very bonded. After she passed I tried to reach her while lucid many times. But in none of those cases did I “feel I reached her.” This lucid dream was different, and I did feel I reached her non physical essence.

I don’t recall how this one starts at this point. I do recall being on the couch and realizing that I was dreaming (now lucid), but not the exact manner. Regardless, I decide to make another attempt to fly into the light. So I head out the front door and jog in a northeasterly direction this time. Getting a bit of momentum and leaping in the air, I shoot up and fairly quickly I am engulfed in a soft white light. I begin to think about Sasha and quickly gravitate to my plan. I think about my promise to her to meet up with her in mind-space, the connection we had, and the sense that somehow she understood this before and after her passing. Boom … scene change.

I am now back on the couch and Sasha is on top of me, her face in mine. She is so excited to see me, licking my face and all frantic. She is younger, in her prime and full of energy. As soon as I take in the situation I get equally excited and emotional. I’m almost in tears as I hug and scratch her and enjoy the intimacy of this meeting. This goes on for at least a minute or so, even though I am fearful that becoming over engrossed or emotional may destabilize the scene. One thing is clear though. This meet up is different than the others. I feel like I am actually reaching her, or at least that I am in connection with her true higher self and projecting a scene that reflects our connection in mindspace. (Minor scene change …)

Sasha is still on top of me but her rear legs are near my face her head is away from mine and she is on her back. I see two pieces of paper stapled or otherwise glued/affixed to her stomach. I can easily make out the colors. The one nearest her flesh is white and the one on top of that one is red. They have some writing on them which I try to discern, but I can’t quite make it out. Before much longer she fades away from view and disappears.

I then sit up and look down and believe that she has rematerialized on the floor. I reach down to pet her and it’s actually Cinnamon, our new pooch. I say out loud, “Hi there little Cinnamon,” as she is quite small, more like her size when we first adopted her (she’s really grown nicely in the last 5-6 weeks or so). I pet Cinnamon a bit and she gets up and makes her way toward the gate at the entrance to the kitchen. I lose this dream.

Thoughts: As mentioned above, I do believe that I genuinely connected with Sasha. It was not only her excitement but the emotional sense and her IDENT that I felt I was picking up on. Perhaps the most interesting part of the dream were the cards. For which I have two possible explanations:

1) Perhaps white represents “spirit” and “red” represents “blood/body”. The white card being closer to my projection of her means she now resides in spirit, reclaimed by her higher self. The red card perhaps meaning that the entity that was Sasha (or her consciousness really) has bifurcated, one piece back to the spirit and one piece back to a bodily manifestation (reincarnation).

2) Another possibility is that white represents Sasha (in spirit) and red represents Cinnamon (she has a reddish brown coat). I think it’s interesting that as soon as I took in the card colors, the scene changed and Cinnamon manifested. The fact that she was smaller, like when we adopted her, could imply a connection to that event itself – her adoption. Maybe this was an acknowledgment that Sasha’s higher self (spirit) is aware of Cinnamon and perhaps approves – or even want to insure that I give her proper attention as well. I have found that “thought balls” or ROTES from non physical entities often cause minor or major scene changes. So it’s possible I was picking up on a thought from Sasha’s higher self regarding Cinnamon. And while this final observation is a bit reachy, Cinnamon was running in the direction of Sasha’s memorial where we keep her remains and pics and a keepsake or two.