Post by Astral Samurai on Jan 20, 2008 19:04:09 GMT -5
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Today I dreamed that I was at my mothers house. It was a bit of an annoying dream, because that can be an annoying place. I was looking after little kids that were running around getting into all sorts of trouble, and despite how quickly I reacted it was almost impossible to keep them from hurting themselves. Some of the children were my little sisters, but most of them I had never seen before.
The dream quickly changed and I was outside of an apartment complex, but the surrounding area was very similar to Marcy's store. I felt the presence of my grandmother nearby, although I never actually saw her in the dream. I was talking with an attractive woman who was just slightly older than me, that was also having trouble keeping her kid out of trouble. I don't know if it was actually her kid or not.. this whole dream was just plagued by toddlers that needed to be saved from something trivial. I'm not sure if I was running errands for the store or what, but at some point during our conversation I started unloading boxes from a pickup truck and sorting them equally among the cars in the parking lot. It was a small gravel lot so there were no more than four cars there to begin with. As I was just about to finish loading an suv it disappeared and was now on the far side of the lot, which was quite a walk away. I grabbed the last of the goods to be loaded on it and positioned them as best I could to carry over to the vehicle. On my way there the little girl that was with the woman made a run for the road, somehow I managed to grab her shoulder whilst still keeping my grip on all the stuff I was holding. By time I got the stuff into the SUV I looked at the truck and realized it was again full of boxes to be sorted.
I sighed irritably and heard music in the background. The girl I was talking to said she loved the song so much, but never knew who performed it. I started listening in. (It was about this point that I became lucid. I have trained myself to listen for sounds in my dreams, as they are often unexplained and cause my lucidity.) A larger truck came through the parking lot and the radio was playing the song. I listened for a second, it didn't take me long to recognize one of my favorites. The song was 'Harvester of Sorrow' by Apocalyptica. (Awesome band that consists entirely of Cellists. Actually, they have a drummer now too I think...)
I started talking about how much I loved the band and who they were, then started carrying the boxes back. I laughed to myself and said, "these boxes can't be that heavy, I'm dreaming." I became fully lucid there.
From there the experience became a weird astral projection. I woke up in bed with vibrations and rolled out.
Here's what I jotted down before after waking up:
Today I became lucid in an annoying dream after the disappearance of a vehicle. I was trying to carry several heavy items out to an SUV of sorts and it kept moving on me. Finally I told myself, this is a dream, this crap can't be that heavy. Then I thought, heck if it's a dream I'm not working here.
Before I even thought about it I woke up with vibrations and very easily rolled out of my body. I hit the floor blind, and thought hard about being able to see. After a second or two my astral eyes opened and my vision was mostly clear, but I felt like I was looking at things from underwater, they were just slightly distorted. I stood up with some difficulty and I felt like I was dizzy/disoriented. When I was on my feet I walked across my cluttered bedroom floor toward the door. I turned and looked at my body which was laying in bed as I left it.
(When I looked at my body the projection ended, and then I had a dream about projection. I know, messed up. Up till this point I had conscious control, the rest of it was just a dream cause I 'went with the flow')
I walked out of my room, and the rest of the house was not like it should have been. I didn't even notice though and just went along with it. There was a small dresser in the 'living room' that I remember seeing in my aunt's house. The drawers on it began opening by themselves. I recall telling myself that wasn't logical, and that it was my mind influencing the astral world. I then went to check in on my grandpa, but his room had turned into my room at my old house. I went back into the living room and sat down on the floor and the experience ended there. I think when I looked at my body the projection ended, and the rest was a dream to compensate. Before I looked at my body, moving took conscious effort and I was in control. After I looked at my body I was just going with the flow, I think I got pulled back into a dream or something.
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It's been a while since I last projected so I was excited heh. Just thought I'd share. I've been having a lot of success with lucid dreams lately. This here would be the third one this week. ;D
Today I dreamed that I was at my mothers house. It was a bit of an annoying dream, because that can be an annoying place. I was looking after little kids that were running around getting into all sorts of trouble, and despite how quickly I reacted it was almost impossible to keep them from hurting themselves. Some of the children were my little sisters, but most of them I had never seen before.
The dream quickly changed and I was outside of an apartment complex, but the surrounding area was very similar to Marcy's store. I felt the presence of my grandmother nearby, although I never actually saw her in the dream. I was talking with an attractive woman who was just slightly older than me, that was also having trouble keeping her kid out of trouble. I don't know if it was actually her kid or not.. this whole dream was just plagued by toddlers that needed to be saved from something trivial. I'm not sure if I was running errands for the store or what, but at some point during our conversation I started unloading boxes from a pickup truck and sorting them equally among the cars in the parking lot. It was a small gravel lot so there were no more than four cars there to begin with. As I was just about to finish loading an suv it disappeared and was now on the far side of the lot, which was quite a walk away. I grabbed the last of the goods to be loaded on it and positioned them as best I could to carry over to the vehicle. On my way there the little girl that was with the woman made a run for the road, somehow I managed to grab her shoulder whilst still keeping my grip on all the stuff I was holding. By time I got the stuff into the SUV I looked at the truck and realized it was again full of boxes to be sorted.
I sighed irritably and heard music in the background. The girl I was talking to said she loved the song so much, but never knew who performed it. I started listening in. (It was about this point that I became lucid. I have trained myself to listen for sounds in my dreams, as they are often unexplained and cause my lucidity.) A larger truck came through the parking lot and the radio was playing the song. I listened for a second, it didn't take me long to recognize one of my favorites. The song was 'Harvester of Sorrow' by Apocalyptica. (Awesome band that consists entirely of Cellists. Actually, they have a drummer now too I think...)
I started talking about how much I loved the band and who they were, then started carrying the boxes back. I laughed to myself and said, "these boxes can't be that heavy, I'm dreaming." I became fully lucid there.
From there the experience became a weird astral projection. I woke up in bed with vibrations and rolled out.
Here's what I jotted down before after waking up:
Today I became lucid in an annoying dream after the disappearance of a vehicle. I was trying to carry several heavy items out to an SUV of sorts and it kept moving on me. Finally I told myself, this is a dream, this crap can't be that heavy. Then I thought, heck if it's a dream I'm not working here.
Before I even thought about it I woke up with vibrations and very easily rolled out of my body. I hit the floor blind, and thought hard about being able to see. After a second or two my astral eyes opened and my vision was mostly clear, but I felt like I was looking at things from underwater, they were just slightly distorted. I stood up with some difficulty and I felt like I was dizzy/disoriented. When I was on my feet I walked across my cluttered bedroom floor toward the door. I turned and looked at my body which was laying in bed as I left it.
(When I looked at my body the projection ended, and then I had a dream about projection. I know, messed up. Up till this point I had conscious control, the rest of it was just a dream cause I 'went with the flow')
I walked out of my room, and the rest of the house was not like it should have been. I didn't even notice though and just went along with it. There was a small dresser in the 'living room' that I remember seeing in my aunt's house. The drawers on it began opening by themselves. I recall telling myself that wasn't logical, and that it was my mind influencing the astral world. I then went to check in on my grandpa, but his room had turned into my room at my old house. I went back into the living room and sat down on the floor and the experience ended there. I think when I looked at my body the projection ended, and the rest was a dream to compensate. Before I looked at my body, moving took conscious effort and I was in control. After I looked at my body I was just going with the flow, I think I got pulled back into a dream or something.
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It's been a while since I last projected so I was excited heh. Just thought I'd share. I've been having a lot of success with lucid dreams lately. This here would be the third one this week. ;D