A Question from Leone Brown:

I haven’t read much about lucid dreaming, but have a question to anyone who may have an idea/opinion. Do other people have dream places that don’t exist in the waking life but that they revisit and are very familiar with? I even have dreams that have their own history and sometimes I get confused when dreaming whether it is something that I know as myself in the waking life, or as myself in an earlier dream life. This often happens when I don’t know that I am dreaming. If I become lucid during one of these times, I often reassure myself and confirm with myself which memory is which.

 

Steve Racicot

Translucent Stone Room

 

I enter a round room constructed of smooth green stones. The stones look a lot like jade. This room reminds me of Greek temples I have seen pictures of, with stone columns. But it is also round and has a domed roof much like a mosque. At any rate, the place feels like some type of ancient Mediterranean architecture. Most of this stone room is filled with a pool of water. 

 

There is a walkway around the edge of this pool. I feel this is a place for healing. There are no windows, yet the room is quite light. This is because the stone it‘s constructed from is translucent. There is no one else present. I remark to myself, ‘How beautiful this place is.’

 

I suddenly remember that I have been in this room years ago in another dream. Then I realize that this is also a dream! I look at my hands because I read somewhere that this will stabilize the awareness. I say aloud to myself, ‘Of course this is a dream.’ I look down at my dream body. I am naked. Now I look carefully around this stone room. It has not changed. It all seems very solid just like the world when I‘m awake, yet I know that I am dreaming.

 

Now I am in the water swimming. The water is warm. I discover there is a small area of this large pool where the water is hot. I swim into this hot part for awhile. The hot water feels good on my body. I swim back into the warm part of the pool. 

 

I stop swimming and stand in the water. It‘s about chest deep on me. I think, ‘Since this is a dream, I can fly if I want to.’ I fly up over the pool and up into the domed roof. When my head hits the green stones of the dome, I stop. 

 

I had intended to fly right out the top of the structure. I tell myself, ‘That‘s odd. I should be able to go right through the stones since this is a dream.’ I exert my will and try to push myself up through the roof, but I can‘t. I feel that if I keep trying I will wake myself up, so I stop trying.

 

Then I think I have awakened because I find myself in bed in our bedroom, but I test and find that I am still dreaming. Then I actually do awaken.

 

I felt that it was my own habitual thoughts about what is possible that kept me from flying through the roof. Be that as it may, this room made of translucent green stones was a wonderful place. I hope to return there in another dream and soak in those healing waters.

 

 

Stirling

In a Different Body, in a Different World; My First Lucid Dream 

 

On the night of March the seventh, 2012, I was having trouble getting to sleep. I decided to get up for a drink of water then go back to sleep. As I was sleeping I realized I was (aware) in a lucid dream. 

 

In this dream I was in another beings‘ body. It was not man, it was not animal. It was something not of our planet Earth. I was walking around in this world and everybody seemed to know me. I was dressed in these clothes, at least I think they were clothes, that were very colourful and vibrant.

 

I was walking around town and everything was so different. There were flying cars, floating buildings, trains that traveled super fast and other strange objects. I couldn’t understand anything anybody was saying. I didn’t even get how they were producing those sounds from their body. I tried to ask someone what was going on, but the man looked at me as if I was a beast of some sort so I kept on going. The billboards had pictures on them and a very different language on them. It almost looked like hieroglyphs. 

 

Just as I was getting to know the city a bit more, I woke up and remembered everything that happened and then immediately wrote it all down. This was my first lucid dream, but before I went to bed that night I was reading some stories from LDE.

 

 

Jason Rosenstein

The Golden Age 

 

I went to bed at 10:30 PM and awoke approximately 6 hours later. Deciding to make a conscious decision to have an OBE I relax back in bed. Within moments I attempt the Robert Monroe ‘roll- out’ technique. 

 

During the exit I say to my higher self, ‘Take me to the golden age of our planet Earth.’ Upon the arrival in the (seemingly Real Time Zone) I notice that my surroundings are not of my own room, but of the back bedroom at our house on a lake in upstate NY. But the thing is, I have the false memory that my physical body is sleeping in this room, and have the intuition that it was around the year 1960. 

 

It was almost as if my memories coincided with my father‘s memories at the time. He would have been growing up during the time period and for some reason (as crazy as it sounds) it was like our astral bodies meshed together during this beginning of the experience (which caused why I thought MY physical body was in the room). 

 

I (or we) walk over to the cabinet and open a wooden box, with some very Adirondack-like bark design around it. Inside is another small wooden box. This, I take out and set on the bed behind me so it can easily be looked through. Inside are some sorts of shaving supplies. I have the false memory of them being mine, and that I had recently begun using them. On the bottom of the box are little cubistic shapes, which have some sort of material on them. 

 

Another false memory (possibly of my fathers) claims that these are another method for shaving. The material on the cubes supposedly sheds the skin and cuts the hair as well. Reaching up with my hand I feel some stubs on my chin, and use the cubes to test the astral environment. I swipe down my chin with it, but realize the stubs have not been removed in any manner whatsoever. 

 

Now, realizing it‘s about time to go exploring I glance out the small rectangular window. At this moment it seems that any previous false memories that were stemming in from wherever vanish and I‘m left with my own personal memories from the present.

 

Looking outside I notice an inordinate amount of trees and pine trees. The driveway is much more crowded, with trees hovering over it, than it is in present day. It is still night time, and somewhere in the 1960s.

 

I turn and walk down the corridor. At some point along this walk I move along the path of TIME as well. It is no longer 1960, but further in the future. There is no exact date, but it seems to be after present day, probably around 2025. 

 

Our house is still there on this timeline. Looking through the kitchen window onto the neighbor‘s property the grass is completely overgrown. Near the edge of the water is a white tubular structure approximately 3 ft. high seemingly purifying water from the lake for drinking use. However, the structure seems old and has not been used in a while. As for the neighbors house I do not look far enough to the right to see if it still exists. Their dock, boat, and usual lawn chair equipment are non-existant though.

 

Opening the sliding glass door I walk onto the porch. Out in front of me the beautiful lake sparkles under the magnificent and powerful sun. The sky above is an absolute baby blue with white puffs of vanilla ice cream colored clouds. Going left I head to the door, which appears different. 

 

The handle has been changed. I have a false memory and I think to myself, ‘Finally, in the future they will change this crappy handle . . .’ The current handle (before it was knocked down) was the original from 1920 and didn‘t always behave properly.

 

So, in this parallel reality, the only renovation that had been done on the original house was a new shiny gold door handle. In actuality, the old house was DEMOLISHED last year and is currently being rebuilt. 

 

The moment I open the door once again I move through time to a year yet further into the future. It wasn‘t a voluntary movement made by my willpower, but seemingly guided by a higher force above.

 

I run out to the dock in the new scene that now presents itself. The lawn and rest of waterfront property seems similar but out in the lake never seen before structures are submerged in the water. A series of pipes, consisting of many different colors, is not far offshore, and another similar structure is out to my left. 

 

I don‘t know what it is used for, but it seems to be for water purification. I leap off the wooden dock (which was repaired from its previous broken and present day condition) and dive into the gleaming water. Underneath I open my eyes and find myself in a transcendental underwater world. The sun shines down from above highlighting the dirt and sand on the lake floor. Bits of shell and other pieces sparkle from the sunlight above. 

 

I take in a large breath of cool lake water and breath it back out. I think to myself that when I go from water back into air it will be jarring switching between the two mediums and I could potentially lose my awareness and wake up in the physical. To prepare for the change I get ready and fly upwards, at high speeds, out of the water into the air. 

 

Here, the entire scene changes. I momentarily lose consciousness as I am transported both through time and space. Becoming conscious again, I find myself located in an area I‘ve never seen before. Standing on top of a hill I look out in the distance over a valley onto yet another hill where a small town is located. 

 

Suburban houses litter the right side of the hill, while the left side seems to be more of a town center, where one might find stores and diners. The world is green and happy. Many trees are growing along the hills and valleys as far as the eye can see. It‘s the Golden Age. 

 

During my period of unconsciousness and changing of time and location I have created a thought-form along with me. The person I have created seems to be a close friend at the time, but looking back at the image of this guy I realize have never seen him before. He‘s Caucasian, has dirty blonde hair, a few freckles, and a friendly smile. 

 

I decided to punch the guy in his face and body to break down the thought-form from my own mind to see what it takes to disconnect the link from my subconscious mind and its manifestation. As I began hurling fists at the poor guy, he covers his hands over his face, and has absolutely no idea what‘s happening. 

 

But then his face momentarily glitches as if he were an animation on a computer screen. Then suddenly without warning the creation explodes like a nuclear bomb. I am thrown back meters and land on my back, completely unconscious from the shock. Right before I lose consciousness I think that this is the end of the projection, and that soon I‘ll be waking up in bed . . . But some part of me holds on, some fiber of my awareness remains, almost as if I were meant to see the next scene.

 

Upon waking I find myself in the exact location, except now intuition tells me that it is approximately the year 2100. I stand up and the glaring sun is absolutely beating down upon me. Wondering what temperature it is- a thermometer manifests in my hand. 90 degrees Fahrenheit, but I don‘t know what my location is. 

 

Then, I look out into the valley and hillside. The once beautiful thriving trees and leaves are no longer. Time, along with the Golden Age, has passed on. Now, every deciduous tree in sight was diseased. Seemingly, a terrible blight had come along and infected every tree in sight. It was summer time, but each small tree leaf was brown, crinkled, and rotten. The leaves that remained were sparse. 

 

Where once there was a thriving forest and environment there was now a wasteland. At the time I wasn‘t thinking about what caused this terrible disaster, but wondering whether my mind was by itself creating this scenario. I try as hard as I can to make the leaves grow back on the trees, but can not. The truth is inescapable. What I was perceiving was the reality of wherever and whenever I was. 

 

I jump up into the air to investigate my surroundings on top of my hill. An abundance of pine or conifer trees were thriving there. It was as if whatever blight affected deciduous trees had no effect whatsoever on these remarkable plants! Up on this hill, and on other hills as well, they were either being bred or growing naturally! 

 

 

Where I was people had even come up to decorate them. The people of the time period had an absolute love and admiration for these species for surviving. The pine trees are decorated akin to Christmas trees. One large tree I specifically check out had many red and white trinkets on it (as did many of them around this one). There are notes and bells and whistles and little boxes basically looking exactly like Christmas.

 

I soar back to the edge of the hill and look out into the distance. On the opposing hill it is obvious that more houses litter the hillside. It looks like there is some over-population, which is causing a problem. Over the valley some sort of gondola carrying like structure stretches left to right, as far as I can see. On these great metal wires gondola cars are moving. 

 

There‘re 1-person gondolas, 2-person gondolas, or 4-person gondolas. It is seemingly the method of transportation for the era. Each gondola is highlighted in different fluorescent color of either red and orange (the two most common), blue, or green. I decide to take a short flight over to them. At a base station I noticed 4 individuals getting onto one specific 4-person gondola that lines them up single-file. 

 

At the base station where people are boarding the gondolas each person wears a helmet over their heads with the same 4 fluorescent colors. I begin to follow the set of 2- and 1-person gondolas. (the 4-set was directly parallel, but I flew between the 1‘s and 2‘s.) Below me I notice a highway, with a single car riding along it. 

 

The car doesn‘t seem to be OVERLY futuristic and is some sort of Lincoln. It does not have the similar fluorescent colors. Following along the red and orange gondolas takes me into some above-ground tunnel. Here red and orange triangles stick down from the ceiling in between the two sets of gondolas. Realizing I‘ve been out for an EXTREMELY long time I begin think about returning to my physical body. 

 

On my first attempt to return I find it unsuccessful. Looking up at the ceiling of the tunnel I use all my willpower and ram my head into the ceiling, while simultaneously feeling for my physical body. Success.

 

But not quite, I wake up in bed, but once again out in the astral. I reach over with my astral arms and pet my cat who lay beside me on the bed. I roll out of body onto the ground where I lay, still in the astral pondering the mystifying experience that has just occurred. 

 

Manifesting a paper and pencil I begin to write down portions of the projection to ensure as many memories remain with me as possible. Finally, after several other exits I am able to wake up in the physical. It was 5:15AM.

 

Craig Smythe

Speed in the Infinity of My Inner Universe

 

When I was a little boy, a long time ago, the terrifying, instant sharp fall would bolt me upright in bed and this would become the journey for me to control the speed of my body and land in all the unbelievable places in my universe inside myself…

 

The places, the questions, the fear of being too far…The pleasures…

 

So many journeys in the beginning and the speed of moving would physically burn me up – or was I just moving towards a centre… (something I am mastering) 

 

My travels in the world of dreams are definitely more than a lucid dream….we have our very own universe within all of us….

 

What was so wild in the early days is how I would apologise as if I was a ghost in another world….and I would always ask what year is it and what‘s this place called?….

 

I am 42 now and I know there must be people out there that can relate to this amazing world. It‘s a gift to experience something that we all probably will experience. 

 

Chris

Outer Space

 

This happened a few months back. I have been able to lucid dream since I was about 16 with some pretty cool results; flying over fields, being Superman, have complete control over speed, direction, and height.

 

So a few months back something different happened. I flew out into space. I have done the edge of space a few times but this was bonkers. I found myself moving at such an incredible speed. I was outside the solar system and within a matter of seconds I found myself outside the galaxy and flying past many other galaxies. 

 

I cannot emphasise the speed enough. It was frightening, exciting, and an experience I have wanted to share since. Has anyone else ever experienced anything like this?

 

 

Albert Lauer

Anomalous Dream Environments

From his blog: The Awe of Awareness www.albertlauer.com. 

 

Dreams do not always take place in environments with a strong resemblance to everyday world places. My waking mind joined me in the dream, when I came to the edge of a large basin, like a swimming pool. 

 

The size of the pool would have been twenty five meters in a square and about five meters deep. The basin was packed with people from bottom to top. They didn’t have bodies like ordinary physical bodies, but were dark and transparent. 

 

It was clear to me my business was inside so I dove in. There was no water or any other medium in which we swam. Everybody was just there, hanging out, enjoying themselves with each other. I recognized a girl. Not by her appearance, which was also very different from usual and it was almost dark between loads of people. No, I recognized her by certain feelings and by her laugh. 

 

A peculiarity was that everybody in my vicinity could hear my thoughts. They responded immediately as soon as they noticed my presence by the words I thought. They laughed at me, yelled words and touched me. 

 

That was annoying, it tickled pretty much and hindered my progress. When I maintained an inner silence they did not notice me at all and I could will myself forward easily. That way I got a lot more space to move about and I progressed smoothly. I could even think a full sentence without being hindered and I started to question the purpose of my presence there.

 

The pressing atmosphere and the necessity to maintain inner silence were tiresome. Outside the pool, three guides had remained, who accompanied me around that time on several of my dream trips. Because I failed to see the charm of the experience, I asked them with a soundless thought, if they could help me out of there. ‘Just a little bit longer,’ came the also soundless answer. 

 

Calmly I furthered through the basin with people packed in stacks, until I saw a young man sitting on the bottom to one side of the basin. He was encapsulated in a large light emitting bubble. Inside the bubble he was singing a passionate melancholy song. Remarkably the guy did look like he had an ordinary body. 

 

I was fascinated by him and his deeply tragic song. He seemed to suffer loneliness in a place where everybody was too busy with each other to have attention for themselves. He had plenty of space in his bubble, where others were packed together. Only after I saw him, it was time to go and I flashed back to my bed.  

 

Some dream environments do not even resemble the physical world, but appear to be more abstract. In one of my earliest lucid dreams, I was afloat in a thin dark universe, next to my mother. I was deeply concentrated and realized I was dreaming. The deep focus was needed to be able to remain within the confines of that particular environment. 

 

Or to remain in that dream state. Soon after I had become aware of that environment, I stretched my attention the slightest bit outside my cocoon of concentration and tried carefully to touch the dream in front of my face. 

 

Apparently I was surrounded by a fragile dream layer, almost completely formless. I looked a bit further away, but everything was black and yet there was no impression of distances. Space was virtually non-existent and the only spacial distance appeared to exist between me and my mother, right beside me. I got the impression we were there for a reason.

 

Unmanifest space had inspired me to a question and I knew the surroundings would answer me: ‘How did time and space come to be?’ A spat of dust materialized closely in front of me. The first object. Instantly space formed around the object. I did not see time, but presumed that time exists because space forms something that you necessarily have to traverse by time. Anyway, before the dream ended an invisible presence spoke with importance about the preferred length for my mother’s life. 

 

Once I was in a similar environment, flying through a dark unmaterialized tunnel. There was space but the walls of the tunnel were made of the same black nothingness, or unmanifest material. I got there in a special way. I had already been dreaming for some time, when the scenery changed, somewhere after passing through a door in a cafe. Together with a friend I entered a long hallway, while we started to flow. 

 

In dreams we usually only imagine that we are walking, while in fact we are willing ourselves forward. It appeared that the dream had suddenly been stripped of that illusion. I sensed that I entered a deeper mental focus, characteristic or necessary for the sort of dream environment I was in. 

 

Gradually the environment lost its physical appearance. Features, like color and light had been stripped of the surroundings. The camouflage was gone. We went through a black dream channel and the walls became a soft dream matter, round and organic.

 

And now and then, to the left and right in the black walls were evenly formed openings behind which there were deep spaces. In these depths dreams were going on. My companion had already jumped in the first dream opening we passed. 

 

As a lucid dreamer I was curious, since I had never seen this kind of organization in a dream. A dark dream matter channel between dreams. I passed several of these openings. Always from a distance, I saw a few ordinary every day dream settings; sunny streets with people. Until I passed something remarkable. 

 

In a large, deep and black environment I saw a ship with two masts without sails. In the two masts were crow’s nests going up and down. There was nobody there. I dove into the opening. About a hundred meters down below I got into one of these rising platforms. 

 

After some time of going up and down I still had not found any meaning or purpose for the event and I was still alone in that vast blackness. It was as if I was in a dream arcade game with no participants and without anything like a playing ball. I soon had enough of it and flew upwards again, but I woke up in my bed.