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Passive Nocturnal Lucid Dreaming

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Schredl et al. have published a questionnaire to measure lucid dreaming skills, IJODR vol 11, Page 54 in 2018.

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There are some differences in approach.

In every single case when I am having a dream which I am able to recall I am fully aware that I am dreaming. I don’t have to decide, I know. This makes many of the questions superfluous for me. If one logically knows that one is dreaming it follows that the objects in dreams are not real as measured by physical plane notions of reality. You know you are dreaming there is no doubt or confusion.

I also often know that a dreaming symbol is a dreaming symbol while I am dreaming it. I can interpret it live.

I personally am very wary about setting intentions in a dream.

Logically If you have a dream and you recall it, it has already affected your waking life. By writing it down your life has changed. You can’t un-have a dream. Some of them can have profound impact.

For a while I had prescient dreams.

I have made life changing decisions because of dreams including ones with very significant financial impact.

When I first started, I did play with flying and jumping. I no longer do this.

In most dreams I let the dream play out, I am both observer and participant. I do martial arts in some dreams, but I don’t consciously think “I will throw this dude”. I do it.  I am not sure where the idea of a dream “body” comes from. I have a BMI of 33, does that count? I experience a sensation of “me” not it/body/meat. The vehicle can do things I can no longer do. I do have sensations, smoking in dreams being an example.

I don’t have to decide to observe. When I have “finished” a dream, I can recall and replay it on many occasions which I do to assist recall. I can go back into dreams which I have noted down. I have been doing this this afternoon. I can recall quite a few past dreams to waking consciousness even without the aide memoire of a journal entry.

I have no sense of how long time is in dreams. You can pack a hell of a lot into 15 planet earth minutes.

I can if needed wake up. Sometimes the dream fades, but I can often re-enter a dream where it left off.

Note of caution – if you go to take a piss in a dream you had better wake up first.

I’ll comment that for something to be bizarre for me it will be off the scale bizarre and weird for “normal” people. If you don’t believe me sit down and read a swath of my dreams.

The principle idea I subscribe to is that my dreams help me to evolve my fate in this life and advise on any karmic steps which need to be taken, this is my dreaming philosophy. Part of the notion of this is to let go of control and to let the dream of life evolve. One gives the steering wheel over to the dreamer.,

I don’t recognise emotions in dreams. Even in very “scary” dream situations I have no fear. The exceptions to this were way back when I had unable to move nightmares. These have passed.

I do magic in dreams.

The problem with intention setting in dreams is that it can get a bit like witchdoctor / voodoo. Best not mess with that stuff, especially when one is not fully compos mentis.

Some dreams are so very intense, others not, I generally dream in technicolour.

Many of the characters in my dreams are real world people who pop up in my dreams.

Although fully lucid and aware whilst dreaming there is no checking or other technical things. There is some overlap but there are technical differences.

I guess the biggest difference is that I sometimes interpret “real” world day-to-day happenstance as dreaming symbols. If you have problems with your physical plane car you have problems with your vehicle your state of awareness!!  

Emmanuel Macron – Medical – Job – Teotihuacán – Dream 22-12-23

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Here is this morning’s totally out of the blue dream.

The wife and I are staying in a temporary apartment. It is well finished and on an upper floor. It is in a city in a posh neighbourhood. There is a buzz on the intercom and I go to answer it.

“The car is here for you now, sir!”

I go downstairs and am driven to another posh looking building. It is of a Parisian style. I am ushered into a very elegant hall with highly veneered wooden panelling and elegant curtains. The style is palatial. I am standing there examining the beauty of the room.

In walks Emmanuel Macron. He is suited and booted. He walks over to me, shakes my hand, and puts his left arm on my shoulder. He speaks to me in English and ushers me through a disguised door in the panelling.

We are now in pitch black. I say that we need some light. A switch flicks. A bright white light comes on.

I can see that Macron has a large pair of callipers and is measuring the size of my head.

In front of me is a high technology medical examination room. There are an array of doctors wearing white coats. The head doctor says to the others that they must now assess every aspect of my physical health. They will need to know every detail including things like alcohol consumption and food preference. There is much muttering.

A tall smartly dressed older woman who is not a doctor comes over to me. The callipers have vanished. I can see from the way that she and Macron are interacting that they know each other well and he trusts her.

She asks me why I applied for the job as driver / adviser.

I say that I was not aware that I had.

She asks me if I think I could work with Macron.

I say that from what I have seen of him on the TV I like his character and approach so yes.

This seems to please Macron.

We are now standing by an immaculate piece of cabinet making. On it is a souvenir of Teotihuacán. The photo card has an image of all the temple complex buildings. Attached to each building is a precious or semi-precious stone.

Macron asks me who the best emperor of Teotihuacán was.

I say it has been wiped from my mind. There was a time when I was fascinated by all things South American. I knew them all.

He smiles and says that one of the perks of the job is that people give you interesting and thought provoking presents.

The medics have arranged a series of appointments for me.

A tall young woman with blonde hair in a pastel blue suit comes into the room. She goes over to the human resources woman. Apparently, the younger woman is to be my liaison.

Macron comes with me back to the apartment. Now the car is his limousine.

He comes up in the lift with me and opens the door to the apartment. He ushers me in. There is an understanding that we will meet again soon.

The wife is asleep on the couch under a blanket.

As the door closes, she wakes up.

I say to her that she is unlikely to believe what has just happened.

Dream ends.

Reiki – Eagle – Jaguar – Cats Dream Vignettes 24-11-23

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After what was a strange and weird day yesterday here are last night’s dream vignettes. I have a feeling there may be more weirdness to come today. I could be wrong.

The first dream starts in some kind of new age clinic or spa. I am laid out on a massage table. The room is white and I am wearing a smallish white towel around my midriff. There is a smell of something incense like, more modern and chemical than incense. There is a large young plump woman standing over me. She is wearing trousers and tunic, reminiscent of a nurse uniform. Her hair is up in bun. I am laid face down.

She is doing some energetic healing work on me which is like reiki but not reiki. She is talking her time and her hands are a few inches above my body. She works from feet to skull and back again. I know that she is of a Southerly persuasion. The dream fades.

I see a large black and white eagle from the side. It is perched on a rock overlooking a valley below. The eagle lifts off and I become one with the eagle. I am the eagle. I swoop down over the fields and see sheep grazing in dry stone walled fields. I fly along a small river and swoop back up towards the crag. It feels like the lake district. The sky is grey and ominous. I soar around the top of a craggy mountain. The sensation of joy in flight is magnificent. I hear the wind with my sensitive ears. The sensation is marked. The dream fades.

I am now at the edge of a verdant clearing. On one side is farmland, the other jungle. It is very tropical and I am a South American jaguar. My spotted coat is in good condition and I move lithely along the edge of the jungle. I am not afraid of the nearby villagers whom I can hear. I go down to a small brook to drink. I sniff the air and then head back into the jungle. Dream fades.

I am asleep in an upstairs room of a small house. The window is open and daylight streams in. I wake and stretch. A small grey cat appears on the windowsill. She jumps down on the bed and nuzzles me. She goes back to the windowsill and is joined by a much larger cat who is white and with different coloured spots. The grey cat jumps on the bed. The other cat watches. It jumps down onto the edge of the bed. I lightly shoo it.

We all go downstairs. The room downstairs has earthenware tiles on the floor. It is cool and the back door to the house is open. The grey cat and the white cat are over by the hearth. Another very large cat appears at the door. It does not come in. The two cats leave with it. I imagine that they are going out to play. I hear a kerfuffle and go out to investigate.

The two large cats are pulling the grey cat between them. It is like tug of war. They each have a good bite on the cat. I shout at them. They ignore me and the grey cat snaps in half. I go to pick the cat up. I have one half but the third cat is guarding its half. I know that this cat is wild and unpredictable. I have a glove on my hand and reach out to pick up the other half of the grey cat. The cat hisses. I retrieve the half cat and will show the dead cat to the wife before burying it. The tug of war takes place in a garden reminiscent of one of the houses we visited.

In the dream I know that this is a warning about being ripped apart by forces bigger than me. They are to do with temporal matters. The cat is similar to our cat Bowie but it is not her. Dream fades.

I am now waiting in a villa. A young woman is with me she is stretched out on an armchair. She is very relaxed. She says that this villa will be good for small scale team development work. I agree with her. Someone comes to fetch us. We are taken to a “boardroom” style room with a meeting table. I am there to act as expert advice. Because people are wearing maroon and mustard clothes around the table it is obviously a French meeting. The chair, a man with white hair, rimless spectacles, and maroon corduroy trousers ushers me to sit at the other end of the table from him.

Dream ends.

On waking I am struck that although these segments are varied, they are interconnected.

Southerly Dreamers – Human Resources Dream – 08-03-2024

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Here is last night’s dream to add to the sequence kicked off with the human puzzle dream

I am with C who I know is a southerly dreamer. She is now quite old as she would be in real life if still alive. We are in the second-floor administration “barn” of the Sherfield building. We are walking towards an exit onto a main road. I have in my hand an old Motorola ‘phone with a small aerial. It is in a protective jacket. I am filming as we go. On exiting the building security drive up with a yellow JCB. They pick C up with the prongs of the JCB fork and deposit her on the other side of some black painted iron railings. She falls to the ground and although flustered is largely unhurt.

I go back into the building looking for L who is also a southerly dreamer. I go upstairs to the top floor. She is holding some kind of IT class with an open inquiry desk. I ask her how I can get the footage off the ‘phone and onto a personal computer. She says that she thinks there is a drive in the back that she can connect. I suddenly remember that although the ‘phone is old it has rudimentary blue tooth.

I go to a personal computer and via blue tooth I download the file and play it back. It clearly shows someone directing security to use the JCB to threaten us. I save it to a flash drive.

As I am walking downstairs a woman from human resources intercepts me. She says that she knows that I have the file. I say that I am just going to check and then I’ll come show her. She says threateningly that it might be better for me to lose the file. I go back to the PC and check the file is still there. I then go to the human resources office.

The woman is not there. I can see on her computer screen in old fashioned green the command prompt c:\>. I type dir return. The screen shows a whole list of files in bright green with my name incorporated in the filenames. I know these are monitoring files which human resources have been building up so that they can threaten me with exposure should I in any way start to litigate. These files are partially hidden on their computers. I know that this relates to when I theoretically hinted about constructive dismissal way back. I find it bizarre and aggressive that they have kept such files for so long. Petty.

Dream ends.

Djembe Attack Dream and Brazilian Tree Dream 23-10-22

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I’ll put these two together even though I woke up between them. They seem geographically linked.

I am on a Caribbean Island which has a South American feel. I get off a train on an overground railway and descend a staircase into a partially lit underpass. There is a news stand there selling newspapers and cigarettes. Next to the stand are two young men with djembe drums. They are both Afro-Caribbean. One of them has a tatty looking hat. A young boy comes up to me and asks if I like Djembe. I say, “yes I do”. On hearing my reply, the young men strike up a call and answer Djembe beat. This goes on for a while.

Soon more performers join in and quite quickly there are a multitude of performers along with some very energetic dancers. There is a carnival feel and it is very colourful. I lie down on the ground to watch. A young, well fed, South American black woman sits herself astride me and starts to grind. She looks over her shoulder and notices that her boyfriend, who is a gangster, has noted. Even though it is not my fault he will be angry. She says that I had better leave.

I get up and start to walk away. Around the boyfriend a gang of men gather. They have sticks which reach from their hands down to the ground.  Some have machetes. The atmosphere is very threatening. I continue walking away. They ominously start to follow me. I am feeling threatened, but I know that this is a dream. All I have to do is wake up and I will be back here in Brittany.

I wake up feeling a heightened awareness that one gets from threat. It is 3:13 AM I go downstairs and have two yoghurts. I go back to bed and am awake for an hour or so.

I am in Brazil somewhere inland and far from the coast. It is a kind of mission station with bungalow buildings each with a veranda equipped with a fly screen. Just outside the village in a cleared area there is a small crowd of people. I go over and they are cutting up and moving the big tree which has fallen during the night. The tree is enormous, and the understanding is that it has stood there for hundreds of years. It has had a special role in the lives of the people.

When the tree has been cut up and stacked. They start to work on a new bed, turning the earth over with care. Along with others I start to bring whitewashed stones. These stones are very white and the size of a rugby ball. There are others much smaller, the size of a hand. They are flat. We place the big white stones around the edge of the flower bed. In the middle of the bed the priest and an elder are planting a sapling which is about six feet tall and securing it to a wooden post. There is a sense that this is an energised spot. This tree will, in time, replace the big tree. The villagers and I place the smaller flat stones onto the bed. Interspersed with the white flat stones are some black ones to make a fairly intricate pattern. When the work is done, we all stand back in a loose circle and admire the handiwork. There is a sense of good will and satisfaction.

I awake and find myself once again in our bed in Brittany.

Fish – Russians – Nuclear Fusion Dream 11-06-24.

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Here is this morning’s dream.

The dream starts with the image of a large yellow-orange fish with a pointy dorsal fin. The fish is thick set and suspended in space. The dream takes a full 360˚ view around the fish in the horizontal plane. It has a slightly extended snout and is a marine animal. I know that the fish represents a singular state of awareness and that it is me. The vision of the fish is maintained for a long time.

Next, I am on board a large grey navy-like ship. I am with a lot of young people and we are discussing some intellectual property. There is a sense of buzz. We are however being chased on board by some Russian secret service men. They chase us around the ship. I jump off the ship and into the water. I swim to shore and land amongst a group of Americans sun bathing on a rock. The Russians catch up. I say to them that I might have something for them by way of invention but if they keep on chasing me it will never manifest.

At this they back off.

I am now in a laboratory setting working with some young anglophone Chinese students. We are constructing what is a small scale nuclear fusion reactor. The work is intricate and the reactor is room sized. I remember in the dream that I wrote down and idea for a laser produced plasma initiated confinement reactor. I am surprised by the juxtaposition of fusion reactor and fish.

Dream ends.

Fleeing / Migration – Dream / Vision 4-10-22

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These last three nights I have had unsettled sleep from around 2AM onwards. In this I drift in and out of consciousness close to the cusp between worlds. This morning I had a persistent dream / vision.

I am standing in an urban landscape near a dock or port. There is a long queue of people. They are all white European / Caucasian. They are in turn checking the contents of their makeshift wooden crates with an official on a podium. When the crate has been checked some workers seal it and print the destination information. People are packing up their valuables and sending them to the destination of their refuge. They are fleeing the conflict, the war. The goods will be shipped and arrive sometime after the owner. There is a sense that this is a slow process. The queue is vast and there is a sense that there are many more like this. There is a sense that the one that I am observing is Russian but also a sense that this phenomenon is not Russian alone.

The scene changes and I am observing people queuing to get into a cattle truck with a sliding door on a long train. These people are fleeing.

The scene changes to a mountain border post and before the border there is a long winding trail of vehicles. The vehicles do not look clean, they are coated with dust and mud. Each vehicle is jammed packed with people and stuff. The queue is very extensive, and the border guards are slow yet through with their job. There is a sense that this is only a part of a mass migration which is getting underway.

The visons do not fade, they repeat. There is a sense that this may be prophetic.

The alarm goes off, we need to get up because the nurse is due soon to vaccinate the wife

Japanese Princess – Tardis Flat – Keys Dream 9-8-2024

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This morning’s dream is very far removed from our daily “reality”.

The dream starts with the wife and I renovating the middle floor of a house. It is our house. We are in an environment which looks like the famous hill roads in San Francisco. The street outside is very steep and flattens off at the downhill intersection.

We are expecting a guest to the flat which we have advertised.

Outside we can hear someone banging on the black enamel painted railings. We go to open the gate and let in a tiny, very white, Japanese woman and her two companions. She tells us that she has made the reservation.

We usher them in on the ground floor and then upstairs to the middle floor. The wife opens the door with her keys.

The two companions carry the luggage and one of them opens up a poster of the princess. They say that perhaps we know her from the media. The image has the tiny woman in very expensive traditional dress. The princess admonishes her companions.

As we go in to the entrance hall of the flat, we can see that is disproportionally long compared with the external size, with woven golden colour drapes and ornate French antique chairs lining the corridor. We walk along the corridor and into the lounge.

The lounge is again huge and ornate with a view out downhill to the sea.

The princess admires the view and purrs approvingly.

I go upstairs into the attic to fetch the set of keys for their private entrance to the flat which is via the French window doors looking out on the bay.

I find the keys, there is one for railings gate and a small golden one for the door. I give them to the princess and we bow.

Dream ends.

Dreams and Death

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This morning, I have had a dream in which someone slightly known to me is reported dead to me. This follows on from my golden Toblerone dream, a dream which I am considering significant.

If the contents of the dream today have substance it heralds a new sequence of events. The dream was so out of the blue, that its juxtaposition to our daily life looks very odd indeed. And therefore notable.

On at least one other occasion I have dreamed about the death of someone only later to find that the dream was contemporary with their death. In once case cause of death, heart attack was probably accurately predicted.

In other dreams I am visited by people not long after their death, and I have seen with waking eyes dead people such as my maternal grandfather. People might say ghost.

Tibetan Buddhism has an intermediate state know as bardo. To my eyes it is not a place but a state of consciousness.

Dreaming is a kind of in between state too. It is possible that dreaming might access this bardo state on occasion.

I personally am not scared of ghosts who are just checking in to see how I am doing on their journey out of form.

In a few days’ time I will check the “fichier des personnes décédées” to see if there is any correlation between the dream and physical plane reality…..

Golden Toblerone – South American River Dream -04-08-2024

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This short dream had a marked vividness.

I know that I am in South America and a long way from coastal civilisation. It is the jungle and a tributary of the Amazon. I am on a shabby wooden boat with blue, white and red paint. The boat is anchored and facing upstream into the flow.

On the side of the boat on a table cloth is our white plastic colander. In which is a tea towel and a couple of triangular pieces of gold. The triangles are equilateral with a side around 6cm and the thickness of 1cm. They are, being pure gold, heavy. They are reminiscent of pieces of a golden Toblerone. The man on the boat speaks to me in a language which sounds like Portuguese or Spanish. He is smoking. He has a straw hat.

I dive into the river and swim to the bottom where I collect more pieces of gold. I bring these up and pop them in the colander.

I repeat this process several times. The colander quickly fills up. I have my arms on the deck of the boat with my feet in the water. I am wearing cut down blue denim jeans shorts. I note that soon the colander will bow under the weight of the gold.

I dive down one last time and pick up the last three pieces of “Toblerone”. I surface and place the gold in the colander. The gold glistens in the sun. I can see the water droplets on it. It is very vivid.

The dream ends.