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I was lying in bed consciously awake, with my body asleep, waiting for the next dream to start, and then a good thing happened, I felt ‘the vibrations’ starting. Then I experienced something new, I could see an oval shaped portal above my head (approx. 2 feet in diameter), and there was bright light and snow coming through it. I’ve never seen anything like that before. I reached my OBE arms up into the opening, grabbed onto the snow covered ground with my left hand, and onto some sort or rail with my right, and then I started to drag myself slowly out of my bed and into this fantastic place.

It took all the strength I had to exit into this wonderland, pulling and dragging, but it was well worth it! I stood up, and realized I was on a beautiful mountainous ski slope. The sky was a wash of whiteness from a snow flurry, and I the tree line below was faintly visible. The clarity was excellent! The portal behind me vanished. I could feel the cold wind against my body (only had my briefs on). There was a snowboard trick rail to the right of me, and this is what I used to help drag me out of my bed. Flight was first thing that came to mind, so I tried to take off, but then everything went black, and then I was back in bed again, consciously awake, but with my body asleep. A short time later I ended up in another lucid dream which I journaled as, ‘Stabbing a Butcher Knife Right Through my Hand’.

I heard my radio alarm go off, and music was playing loudly, so rolled over and hit the ‘off’ button, then gazed up at my ceiling feeling some disappointment that I didn’t get to connect with my daughter in an LD or OBE. Hold on, something is in my mouth, what is it? I reach in my mouth and pulled out what felt like leafs. Okay, I get it; I’m having a false awakening!

I dragged myself out of bed, and it felt like I weighed 500 lbs. My CPAP mask was stuck to my face, and my blanket was over my head, so I clawed away to remove them piece by piece. I then called out, “Daughter, where are you?” I looked in my closet, nope, she’s not there. I could see my bed glowing with white light and wind was blowing my sheets around. The blanket was humped up on the edge of my bed and wavering in the wind, so I figured she must be under my blanket. Nope, she wasn’t there. I then checked under my bed, and again, nope she wasn’t there either. I could hear some familiar female voices in the hallway, so I went and opened my bedroom door, and I was surprised to see my two sisters standing there.

My oldest sister took one look at me, laughed, and said, “Looks like you had a rough night!” You know, that’s exactly how I felt, totally dishevelled. If I looked in a lucid dream mirror, I probably would have been a monster or something. My other sister was missing most of the features on her face (a skin face). I staggered past them and came upon my mom who was blocking the way into my daughter’s room. I asked mom, “Where’s daughter?” She looked over her shoulder into my daughter’s room and replied, “You can’t go in yet.” I was feeling barely able to hold on to my lucidity, so I blurted, “I need to see her now!” My lovely mom replied, “Go ahead then.” I squeezed by mom, and came upon my daughter who was ‘forming a body’ on her bed. Okay, this I’ve never seen before while lucid!

First her torso and head formed with short arms and legs, and she looked like skin and bones. Then her legs and arms slowly grew out as clothes and hair appeared. I was starting to freak out! I grabbed onto her skinny body and shouted, “Daughter, are you okay?” She just laid there face down and unresponsive. Suddenly she became conscious and flew up into my arms and hugged me, and said, “Dad!” Her body filled out to her normal size as I held her close. I told her, “I love you!” I instantly forgot about what I’d just seen (first time is always a shocker!). We hugged for at least a minute, and then my lucidity started to fail. I said, “Let’s go for a walk!” My dear daughter said, “How about a run?” I said, “Yes, let’s do that, running is fun while lucid because I can run real fast and never get tired.” We ran down the stairs, out the front door, and then my vision went completely black. I laid perfectly still in bed so as not to wake. Then boom, I was back in the dream at the exact same spot! I ran out the front door looking for my daughter, but she was gone? I went back in the house and asked my mom if she knew where my dear daughter went, but she didn’t know. I then woke up feeling great! Thanks daughter! My real alarm went off minutes later.

In this dream I was walking down a carpeted stairwell, that made a 90 degree turn to the left, and I was following a brown haired man. I was making silly nonsense words, and acting totally stupid. As we made our way down the stairs, this man laughed and looked back at me smiling. Holy crap, it’s Robin Williams! Seeing him made me instantly lucid.

We ended up in a family room, where I told him how much all his fans love and miss him. I then asked him how he’s doing in the afterlife, but he looked horrified at what I said, and he quickly turned away. I’m slowly learning what to say, and what not to say while lucid, and this clearly what not to say to somebody who has passed. I casually changed the topic by asking him to show me his acting awards. This got his attention, and he opened up a hidden, trap door in a shelving unit, and we walked into an open area that looked like a cluttered basement. He suddenly started to look frightened by something, and he reached behind some junk, and then pulled out an old, single shot, 410 shotgun!

The shotgun had a silver receiver, wood stock, and blued barrel. He pulled the hammer back, swung the shotgun in my general direction, and then he started pulling on the trigger. I wasn’t at all scared by this, because I’ve lost track at how many times I’ve been shot at while dreaming, but I really wasn’t up to be shot by Robin Williams. Robin then frantically said, “What’s up with this thing?”, as he pulled on the trigger. I reached forward and quickly grabbed the gun from him, and ripped the barrel off the receiver. Then he started to point at something with his finger, so I looked around to see what it was, and then I realized what he was so scared of. It wasn’t me he was trying to shoot!

I was shocked to see, a huge, black spider, the size of a rat, creeping along the concrete floor. He wanted to shoot the spider (not me)! I still had the shotgun, less the barrel, in my hand. Instinctively I checked the shotgun’s chamber to make sure a shell was in there, and that all was clear where the barrel use to be. It basically looked like sawed off shotgun, so I pointed it at the spider, and pulled the trigger. Boom! A spray of lead went flying everywhere, and the spider blew to pieces. I looked back at Robin, and he asked me, “Did you get the bacteria?” I looked at him and nodded, while I thought to myself, that was spider, not ‘bacteria’. I immediately woke up, and thought about what happened. Normally I would have hugged the spider and turned it into something beautiful, but I panicked and used the shotgun. Oh well, next time I’ll get it right.

I’m in the void, between dreams, waiting for the next to start. I could feel occasional vibrations, but not enough to try an OBE exit. Then I started to spin clockwise, round and round in my bed, while I was lying on my back. This seemed really odd; because the wall is right beside me, so how could I be spinning continuously (this is what I was thinking)? Then I rotated to sitting position in a bed, and I found myself in a bedroom I didn’t recognize. The room was very old fashion looking, woody, and had sloped ceilings that looked like dormers. I checked to see if my physical body was on the bed beside me, because the environment resembled an OBE in feel and color, but it wasn’t. I guess this was some sort of cool lucid dream.

I stood up and walked to the bedroom door. The door was very small, and I was questioning if this was the closet door, but this was the only door in the room, so I opened it. On the other side was a hallway with several doors with numbers on them. I realized I was in a very old hotel. The staircase was right beside me, so I headed downstairs. I decided to count softly to help maintain lucidity. I proceeded down three sets of stairs, through a couple of hallways, and I ended up in fancy hotel lobby which was very well lit by chandeliers. By this point I had counted just past 60. I’ve never tried counting before to keep my lucidity, but I have to say, it works really well! There were dark stained wood casings everywhere, with inset wall panels covered in red velvet, and there was gold trim everywhere. There was nobody at the check-in counter.

I could hear people talking on the other side of some very large, wooden, double doors, so I decided to walk in there and take a look. The door knobs were about 3 inches in diameter, golden, and embedded with a red pattern. This was the hotel’s main ballroom! There was a large stage off to the right, multi-level seating, heavy wooden tables and chairs everywhere, with a large walk up bar at the far end. There were a couple of men standing by the stage talking, and there was one bar tender. I couldn’t help notice the Marshall stacks on stage which seemed really out of place, plus all the other band gear and lighting. This place was all setup and ready to party! I walked across the ballroom and approached the bar tender. I felt like asking him for a drink, but I remembered from a previous lucid dream that this just eats up valuable time asking a dream figure to make a drink. They tend to look at me and say, “What, me? Make you a drink? You’re kidding, right?” The dream figure looked at me and said, “Why don’t you follow me, and we’ll sit at the table over here and talk.” I said, “Sure, let’s do that!”

We sat at a table in the middle of the ballroom, and I was facing the stage. Again I noticed the Marshall stacks. Two more men, dressed in black suits joined us, and they immediately started talking business and money. I was thinking to myself, man, you guys sure know how to bore a lucid dreamer to death. I was also thinking, I’m here trying to find my daughter, and now I ended up at table with a bunch of stiffs. People kept appearing out of know where and they were intently watching us. Everybody was silent, so was I. I’m normally very talkative while lucid, but something was very off with these guys. I felt my lucidity failing, as these guys rambled on about investments. I said, “Excuse me, I have to do something.” They stopped talking and watched me as I stood up and started to swirl round and round, while I sang a little song, and happily waving my arms. My lucidity came back, and I stopped swirling. That’s when I noticed people giggling at me, and the two men in black suits were shaking their heads in disbelief. I said, “I need to do this to maintain my state of being.” That’s when I noticed my dream guide sitting in the crowd.

He was making major eye contact with me and was signalling me to shut up and get the hell out of here. This guy usually shows up when things are about to get out of hand. Somebody from my work then appeared literally right in front of me, out of nowhere, and started asking questions. He was totally out place, and had nothing to do with what was going on. By this point I was totally confused, and then I woke up.

In this Lucid Dream I walked on water for the first time! Later on in the dream I questioned a dream figure on her true identity, and she reversed the question and described me instead. Here’s what happened:

I was out deer hunting on an island, and the background scenery appeared to flat, so I walked up to it and discovered it was actually a large camouflage blind extending as far as I could see. There was a vertical, slit opening in the camouflage fabric which I was able to pass through to the other side. To my surprise I found a man sitting against the blind, but it was very dark and I couldn’t see who it was. I sat down beside him and began to think about the situation. Suddenly, my cell phone rang, it’s my dad. He said I should come home and get my rifle since I’m out hunting. I said, “Okay dad, I’ll come home and get it.” Why would I go deer hunting without a gun, seriously, this is definitely a dream! I’m lucid! I stood up and ran towards the lake a leaped off a 50 foot cliff ‘superman style’.

Instead of flying like I expected, instead I fell towards the water, and stopped just inches from the surface. Clarity was extremely poor, and I wasn’t going anywhere. There was a small piece of seaweed floating on the surface so focussed on it until it became clear and focussed, then I could see my reflection and ripples in the water. I slowly began to move forward, just inches above the water’s surface. Shortly thereafter, I approached the shore near my parent’s house, but I stopped about 10 yards from shore, and I wasn’t moving, so I decided to stand up in the waist deep water. I thought about a forum topic regarding ‘walking on water’ so I gave it try. I stepped up onto the water’s surface and was reasonably solid. The surface resembled that of a firm gymnastic matt. This is when I noticed I was being followed by the man from the island! He was about 20 feet behind me, waist deep in water, and struggling his way towards me. I said, “Hey! You can walk on the water too! Try it!” Sure enough, he could walk on the water too, and then walked to shore.

The man was over 6 feet tall, middle aged, and had short brown hair. I asked him his name, and he happily replied, “Robin!” I looked at him, and I said, “That’s not what I mean, who are you really? Are you female or a male, and what is your real name?” He was surprised by this comment and he turned into a six foot tall, blonde woman in a pretty white dress with band shoulder straps. She had a faint white glowing aura around her, and I didn’t recognize her. I see this quite often in LD’s, glowing dream figures, so I didn’t take much notice of that, but what she said next left me thinking. She said, “Instead of talking about me, let’s talk about you. You always walk around with your hands like this (she showed me in a joking manner), and you’re always so laid back. She imitated me again smiling. You’re also so much better at creating money than I am.” At this point I woke up, and thought carefully about what happened so I could journal this in the morning.

I lay in bed pondering this experience. She was absolutely correct about the way I carry my hands when I walk, and my laid back attitude, but ‘creating money’ made no sense to me. You don’t create money; you make money, and I’m not that good at making money. What did she mean by creating money? I didn’t figure out what she meant until the morning. She was referring to a memorable OBE I had with her (my daughter), which I journaled under the title, ‘A Little Noodles Please’. Here’s an excerpt from the dream where I created money:

“I fumbled through my pockets to try and find some money, but there was none. As I reached to grab the bag of chocolates a toonie fell from my wrist, hit the floor, and then rolled against the counter. The restaurant went silent.”

I find this interesting because my daughter was able to identify in the dream who she was, not by directly telling me, but through some common experience we shared in another dream (OBE). This was something that was not apparent during the dream, but was something I had to think about very carefully after awakening in order to make sense of ‘creating money’.

Well, I haven't been on this site in a while, but I'm back and ready to update! Hope everyone's having a happy new year! And lots of happy dreaming!!

January 10, 2015

Last night's LD was a random one that placed me in some space ship. I figured it was a spaceship because A. it's interior looked not too unlike that of Dead Space's Ishimura. B. I was floating in zero-g and I awoke to a can of peanuts by some unknown brand smacking into my head.

Sadly, I was also took far from any of the walls, ceiling, or floor to really grab a hold of anything. Pfffft, so I let myself drift and spin for a little more until I was able to grab the guide rails of one of the walls.
Thankfully, there weren't any signs of blood, so it didn't seem like it was a dead vessel filled with flesh-eating monstrosities or anything. The lights were working just fine.
There just.... didn't seem to be any people?

Pulling myself along, I traversed the long hallway of the ship, which I started feeling might've very well been the spine of the vessel because it felt like it went forever. I mean, how many rooms do you really need?
And yet still no one was to be found.

I finally made it to the end of this blasted hallway, entering what looked like a giant game room with way too many air hockey tables, hahaha. Pucks and handles were drifting everywhere.

I started hearing something that sounded like muffled talking, but it was coming from the room beyond... past the closed door.
Drifting over to the door, I attempted to listen through but it was still too muffled, so I attempted to fiddle with the console on the side of the door.
It took until I pressed an unlabeled blue button for the door to open. Turned out it wasn't people talking--it was a recording:

**
We'd seen things. Great things. Whether the nations still exist, we don't know. But--we've sent them our data. They can do whatever they want with it, not like we'll get to benefit from it. Not now.
We've been adrift for almost a year now. This old lady's almost drained of fuel, provisions... air cycling's almost broken too. We'll either freeze, starve, or suffocate.

Bren's got an idea.
Says it'll be better than us stickin' it out. And we're pretty much in unanimous agreement. In about an hour, we'll all head over to Transfer. Take a walk outside.
Just know that we didn't go suffering. And we did our job. These amazing people that I've come to know, they did an amazing job.
I don't got anyone to tell something back on Earth. But you'll find everyone else's tapes in Quartercell A-2-2-2.

You don't need to know me. We are the NSN Uther. And we just saved the Earth.
**


The message began to loop again.

No wonder there were no bodies. He must've been referring to cargo transfer. They bloody vented themselves out into space.


Despite extensive searching, I couldn't find the crew quarters or the room A-222. I couldn't recover the tapes of the last words of the NSN Uther...

My mind is conscious, but my body is asleep, and I’m in the ‘void’ between dreams. Somebody is with me and we’re hugging, but I can’t see who it is. ‘The vibrations’ start happening, and they’re quite intense, so decided to try an OBE exit. It works, but I didn’t make it all the way to my feet, and I fall back to my bed in sitting position. I struggled to my feet, all while I was being pulled hard towards my physical body. After I stood up, I was still being pulled hard backwards, and I struggled forward trying to get my bearings. I couldn’t believe how hard I was being tugged on, so I looked back to see what was going on. I could see several tubes (2 or 3 inches in diameter) of blue, white, and yellow light connecting between my OBE body and physical body. They were arcing and whipping violently. The light was so bright I could barely see my physical body. Then I realized where I was. I was in my childhood bedroom, approximately 35 years ago.

Everything in my room was exactly the same as it was during my teens. I struggle forward, past my childhood dresser on the left, towards the door, and then suddenly I was free. The tubes of light had disappeared. I grabbed onto the doorknob and paused to ask for my daughter to join me on my adventure into the past. I slowly turned the door knob and crept out into the hallway. I could hear the floor creaking beneath me. There was faint light coming from my parent’s room and then my mom whispered, “Somebody’s up honey.” I quickly hurried downstairs into the living room so to avoid scaring the crap out of my mom. I looked around the living room, and I really didn’t have a plan what to do next. I looked at the old coach, of which my parents have long since disposed of, and I decided to go and sit there and wait for my daughter to show up, but then I unexpectedly returned to the void. All was dark and quiet. I heard my daughter’s voice say, “Dad, where did you go?” I didn’t reply, because I was trying to get back to wherever I’d been.

I’m not exactly sure how to describe this dream, but it felt like I appeared in somebody else’s lucid dream in the fully lucid state. I had a similar experience once before (which I need to journal), and it sort of feels like the dream environment is different than how I would normally perceive it. It has very distinct edges and boundaries, seems very solid, and feels like I’m in a large fish tank, because there’s very little background, if any. Usually my dream environment is as large as the universe itself (literally) with no boundaries. Here’s what happened.

I appeared in the backseat of car with my wife as we were being driven someplace at night. I was facing my wife. I was perfectly lucid, and the clarity and vividness were perfect. I thought to myself this sort of feels like an OBE, but I didn’t do an OBE exit, and this doesn’t feel like an LD, so how did I appear here perfectly lucid (I was confused, but loving it). My wife was young and beautiful, and she looked the same as she did when I first met her 30 years ago. I was really taken back by her beauty. My father in-law was driving; everything in the interior had warm lighting, and I could only see blackness out the windows. Then I saw some hair sticking up above the front passenger seat, so I leaned forward to see who was there. My dear daughter was there! She was half turned, tucked down, with her face pressed against the seat back, and she looked like she was hiding! I said her name with excitement, and then she sat up smiling at us. I reached my left arm around the front seat and gave her a warm hug.

During the lucid dream, I remembered wanting to hear my daughter sing her new song. As a bit of background regarding this; my dear niece is also a lucid dreamer, and a couple of weeks ago, she said my daughter sang her a song in her lucid dream that she had written in Heaven. I leaned forward in the backseat of the car and asked my daughter to sing the song her cousin (my niece) told me about. Next thing I knew I was remote viewing, or 3rd person, in front of a nicely lit, little, wooden stage, surrounded by blackness, and my daughter was standing there ready to sing in her cute dress. I was totally unable to move around or change the view, and it felt like I was looking out somebody else’s eyes. There was a couple of stage props neatly placed here and there. She started to sing a melody by repeating a phrase like ‘A-Meah-Ah’ over and over, and then she went into the verse, all while she danced and spun around the stage and props. It sounded absolutely beautiful and very modern! She made it to the start of the chorus, and then she stopped singing and said, “Oh crap, I forgot the words.” I then woke up, and I didn’t try to stabilize the dream because it didn’t feel like I was driving. I really enjoyed her song and dance.

I don’t get these too often, and I feel really blessed when it happens. I had this dream at my father in-laws house that was built by my wife’s grandfather. This home has a lot of family history, and I have had some of my best memorable lucid dreams and OBE’s there.

The dream started off in a public washroom. Just wait, it gets better. My dear friend Dave, and co-worker, who had passed away into Heaven a few years ago, was in the washroom with me, standing in front of the sink and mirrors. I’ve wanted to meet up with him in a lucid dream for quite some time now, and when I saw him, I instantly became lucid. I said, “Dave, How are you?” He looked freaked out by seeing my awareness, and then he ran out of the bathroom, passing right through the wall! I called for him to come back because I wanted to visit with him. He didn’t come back. My dream started to fade, so I closed my eyes and raised my right arm and shot up into outer space at light speed, and then opened my eyes. Stars were everywhere, and it was so beautiful, and I was travelling fast, I mean I was really travelling fast!

I was flying at extreme speed in a void between space and something that looked like and endless grid of red discs, with flames and sparks everywhere (very cool)! The grid pattern extended as far as I could see in all directions. Suddenly, I came upon a planet at extreme speed and I entered the atmosphere. Clouds of smoke, flames, and light radiated off me like an asteroid burning up in the sky. I gradually slowed down and landed nicely at a large, concrete sloped ramp leading up into a large, modern looking building. People were running from me in all directions screaming. My body was glowing bright white from the heat of entry, and everything was brightly lit. I yelled out, “Its okay, I won’t hurt you!” One woman stopped, and then she turned around to face me, and smiled. Some other people also stopped, and were turning to face me, but then my vision started to fade again, so I closed my eyes, raised my right arm and shot off into space at high speed once again.

When I opened my eyes, there were stars everywhere, and then out of nowhere comes this planet! I flew right into it, dead on, there was going to be no atmospheric burnup or slowdown happening this time. Upon impact I lost my vision, so I started to swirl to bring back clarity. I could feel my bare feet in the sand. As I swirled I held out my hand and asked for help. I heard a man say, “I’ll help you.” I recognized that voice! It was the Lizard King from my lucid dream journal entry, ‘Frank the Lizard King’. He has the most distinct voice. He grabbed my hand as he swirled with me. I asked him his name, because I couldn’t remember it, and he said “Donley.” That’s a last name, so thinking about it now; this dream figure’s full name must be Frank Donley. We stopped swirling, and he was still holding my hand. He was a young boy with black hair and dark eyes(not a lizard this time), but he had a man’s voice. He said, “You crashed into a beach full of people.” I looked around and I was standing in a sand crater about 15 feet deep by about 50 feet across. There were dream figures giving me really bad looks as they were trying to crawl up the sides and out of the crater I had made. Frank then said, “I’ve never seen anything like this, sand flew way up in the air.” I said really, “How high?” He said 2 Km’s. I was shocked at what he said, so he repeated, “The sand flew 2 km’s up into the sky!” I think he was exaggerating. My vision started to fade at this point, so I started to swirl again to bring back clarity.

I swirled and swirled, and all was black, plus I was somewhere different, because I could feel that the ground was now solid. I continued to swirl in an effort to bring my vision back, but it wasn’t happening. I decided to ask for assistance, so I held out my hand as I swirled and said, “Somebody please help me.” I repeated this over and over, and then finally a man answered, “I’ll help you.” He grabbed my hand and swirled with me until my vision came back. I thanked him for helping me. We were standing in a concrete parking lot, and he let go of my hand and put his arm around my waist to hold me up, as I staggered around trying to get my bearings straight. I asked him his name, and he said, “John.” He was wearing a uniform, and had a gold name badge on his chest. He was one of the Lucid Dream officials that usually give me crap for misbehaving in my LD’s by asking for people’s names, locations, or phone #’s. I’ve never had one of these guys help me out before, so I was grateful. I was hoping to have some conversation with him, but he turned and walked away. He walked right through a concrete wall, and seemed to slightly slowdown as he passed through it. I found this odd because there was door a couple of feet to the left which he could have used. I ran through the door, and looked to the right down the hallway, and saw him just before he was about to go around a corner, and I loudly praised, “Thanks John for helping me!” He looked shocked that I had followed him and he replied, “Sure thing, see you again soon!” (Well, that was nice!)

Next, I went back into the concrete parking lot area, and headed down a walkway. As I walked, I bounced along slowly rotating, and singing, to keep my clarity brilliant. This worked really well! I came to an open stairwell that led to an upper area that looked like a shopping mall. There was an older lady in front of me as we walked up the stairs, plus three teenage girls in front of her. The three girls stopped half way up the stairs, just past a landing, and one of the girls began to wiggle her butt around as she listened to music on her iPhone headset. I thought great, I’m not moving, and I’m going to start to have fading vision. Maybe I should fly up past these three girls and continue on with my journey, but I didn’t want to ‘give up’ my lucidity by flying over them, because that just attracts attention. My vision started to fade again, darn it, so I started to swirl.

I swirled and swirled, and again I asked for help. I heard a girl talking, and she sounded like my daughter! I asked who’s there, and she replied with her name, it was my daughter! This is why I enjoy lucid dreaming so much! When somebody close to you, who you love, has passed, be thankful you’re a lucid dreamer, because you can still visit. I then asked her not to leave, and to wait for me. After about 10 seconds of swirling my vision came back, and there was my daughter with her two friends, standing right in front of me. We were now at the upper level of the parking lot. Guess what, it was my daughter on the stairs earlier, with her two friends, who were blocking me from going up to the mall area. I ran right up to her, put my right forearm under her butt, and my other arm around her back, picked her up, and gave her a huge ‘bear hug’. I told her I loved her, and we slowly spun in a circle hugging, until I woke up.

This is a Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD). I was in a French, Louisiana Cajun, bayou, swamp land, walking down a gravel road, when I came upon an old, wood shack of a restaurant where people were gathering. It was nighttime and I could see some yellowish light flicking in the windows. The building was made from old, weathered, gray boards, and looked like it needed some major repairs. When I walked inside there were several tables with some French Metis Cajuns sitting around and eating and drinking. I felt hungry, so I walked up to the counter to see what they were frying up. There was lots of hissing and sizzling going on in the kitchen area. I really was expecting to see some crawdads being fried up, but what I saw shocked me!

When I looked over the counter I could see 3 or 4 Cajuns gathered around a 3 foot diameter wood fired wok which was surrounded by smoke and steam. Then I looked closer to see what was on the menu, and it was little puppies! One of them was standing up in the wok looking at me with its big black eyes, and sad face, as its little feet sizzled away. The first thing I thought was no way, this can’t be real, and nobody would fry up little puppies. I instantly knew I was dreaming, I’m lucid! Yaaay! I moved back from the counter and did a little song and dance in the restaurant area, and then I headed outside (no point rescuing the puppies in a dream). This girl walked by me in the parking lot area. It was my childhood friend Jill!

I grabbed Jill by the shoulder to stop her, and I looked at her right in the face, and said, “Jill!” She looked startled and confused, and then she said my name, and blurted out, “Where are we?” My first thought was to tell her we’re dreaming, but that never goes over well, so I said, “I don’t know.” She then stood back from me smiling and started to clown around with fun talk like we use to do as kids. I put my arm over her shoulders and we went walking across the parking lot, as I told her, “I’m really enjoying our visit.” She smiled at me, and then my LD started to fade, so I instantly started to swirl to bring back my lucidity (so I could see). When my vision came back Jill was gone, darn, and there was French Metis Cajun fellow target shooting with his bow and arrow, and second Metis fellow walked up to me.

I said to the Metis, French Cajun fellow, “That guy will make a good deer hunter.” He looked at me and said, “What?” and then laughed, and I followed him into a small shack where we sat down at a small rectangular table (I use to hunt deer with the bow). I asked him how he keeps his lucidity, because I was thinking he was a lucid dreamer too, but he said, “I’m always like this.” I said to him, “It’s probably your native blood coming through.” (I meant native Canadian people are spiritually connected) He looked at me and laughingly said, “What are you saying?” I then woke up.

In this dream, I was given some advice on healing from my daughter. I walked into my bathroom, off my bedroom, and a beautiful young woman was standing there with a hoodie on, and I didn’t recognize her, but as soon as she spoke I knew it was my daughter. We moved in behind the bathroom door out of site. She had the exact same voice and facial expressions. In spite of all this I wasn’t lucid yet, but I should have clued in since my daughter has passed into Heaven. She then thanked me for trying to be with her all the time, and constantly reaching out for her. We kissed and hugged. It was so real!!! I still wasn’t lucid (if you can believe it).

She then said, “Dad, there are phrases in the Bible on light, energy, and healing you should read.” Then I became lucid, because I remembered my plan to heal my son’s wart in a lucid dream. I then said, “What did you say?” I was sort of shocked by hearing this, since I’ve never read the Bible to any extent, nor has my daughter. She then repeated it in a more clear voice, “Dad, there are phrases in the Bible on light, energy, and healing you should read. Read the Bible!” Several people, including my wife, walked into the bedroom, and then my daughter and I walked out of the bathroom, to see who was there. As she walked out of the bathroom, she changed into somebody completely different. Now she looked like a belly dancer, and done up in a gold dress, tasseled, and bikini top. My wife gave me a shocked look, hit me on the butt with her hand, and looked at me like, “What were you doing in there?” The other people in my bedroom were men, who I didn’t recognize, and my lucidity ended and I returned to regular dream mode. I then asked the belly dancer in the gold dress for her cell phone #. My wife hit me in my butt again, and then I woke.

The following day I Google searched the Bible on healing, and found several of references to this. It basically said if you believe in God, and have faith, then you can ask God to heal people by placing your hands on the sick and they will recover. This does clear up a few things for me, and in particular, that it’s not me who’s doing the healing, it’s God. I’m not a strongly religious person, but I’m going to listen to my daughter because she’s always right. Anyway, so now I’m going to change my strategy on healing this wart in a lucid dream. Instead of saying “Through love and consciousness heal my son’s wart. “ Rather, I’m going to say, “Dear God, please heal my son’s wart.” I’m also planning on creating an energy ball in the LD, and then pushing it into my son’s wart with my hand, and holding it there until it dissipates (healing lucid dream style!).

This is my 3rd attempt to heal my son’s plantar wart on his left heel. The first two attempts were during lucid dreams and this attempt was during an OBE at my father in-laws house. I’d like to point out that we’ve tried all types of medical remedies, but none have worked (so far).

It was about 9:30 Am in the morning and I had just done another WBTB. I was consciously awake, but my body was asleep. I felt a couple of light body vibrations happen, and I decided to try an OBE exit. I really struggled and fought to get out, but it paid off, and I was standing beside my bed looking down at myself. I didn’t have any particular plan on what to do next, but I first checked around my bedroom to see if my daughter was there (visiting me). Nope, she wasn’t there. It was daytime, and there was plenty of light around, but everything looked black and white with a brownish yellow hue. My body felt sluggish. I carefully opened the bedroom door and crept out into the hallway. I saw the bedroom door open down the hallway, and I thought I’d go see if my daughter was maybe there, but before I made it two steps down the hall, somebody pushed me right into the wall from the back and held me there, and then let go. I quickly turned around to see who it was, but there was nobody. This was a sign not to go that way (I know, I’m brilliant ;P).

Well, what to do next? Hmm, I decided to head downstairs. When I got downstairs I could hear my father in-law talking to somebody in the kitchen, and I thought it’s probably not a good idea to go in there. Everything was still black and white with a brownish yellow hue. Suddenly a glowing, bright pink toy monster appeared on the floor at the opening to the family room, everything else didn’t have any color. It looked like a toy my daughter use to have when she was a kid. Again, I took this as a sign to walk into the family room, so I did. When I entered the room, I was surprised to see my son sleeping on the couch, and then I remembered my plan to heal my son’s plantar wart while lucid. There was a Christmas tree in the corner of the family room, and I was surprised to see this because my father in-law hadn’t set one up this year, and in the past it’s only been setup in the livingroom. My son often sleeps on the family room couch, but with his head at the other end of the couch, so the sun doesn’t shine in his face when it rises in the morning. I found this odd as well. I then woke my son up and I really startled him, he retracted his legs and arms, and he appeared frightened. I told him we’re going to heal his plantar wart, and he relaxed back into sleeping position, and then I went and removed his sock from his left foot.

I could clearly see the plantar wart on his foot, and it was much more clearly defined than when I saw it in the previous lucid dreams. It also was outlined with a black line, and I found this a bit alarming. I then said, “Through faith, love and consciousness….” Everything went black and fuzzy, and then darn, I woke up! I immediately went downstairs to see my son. He was sitting in the family room reading a book, and told him what just happened. I asked how he slept last night, and he said he woke up early because he slept the wrong way on the couch, and the sun shone in his face when it rose, and it was too bright.

I don’t know how or why I became lucid in this dream, but I was visiting with my close childhood friend Glen, in what looked like a public lounge area. There were several tables and couches, each tucked away in private sitting areas. People were everywhere, sitting around and chatting with each other. Glen and I were standing near a partition wall, separating us from a group of people who were sitting around a table.

I started thinking about an energy ball I created in a LD (dream journal entry: Kamehameha - My first Energy Ball) some time ago, and I wanted to show my friend Glen, mostly to show off, but also to see if there’s something that can be done with this little ball of energy. Does it have a purpose? I cupped my hands together and focussed, and then a ball of soft white light, about the size of a grapefruit, appeared. I focussed harder (I think I even growled), and then the light turned to a transparent blue, full of hundreds of bolts of electricity, and about the size of a volleyball. It kind of looked like a plasma lamp, less the glass sphere. One of people on the other side of the partition wall stood up and peered over the wall to take a look at what was going on, and then quickly sat back down when I looked to see who it was. My friend Glen just stared at it with astonishment, and he was reaching for it (I was also taken back by what was going on). Bolts of blueish white electricity were now licking around my fingers and up my wrists. I looked at Glen, and asked him if he wanted it, and he said, “Yes!” I was lucid, but I didn’t want to experiment with him by handing him this ball of energy. So I said, “Sorry, I’m going to keep this.” Then the ball collapsed and absorbed back into my hands. There were little flashes of dim, reddish light, which resembled embers in a fire, as the energy went back into my hands.

Glen then stood up and walked away from me. I stood up and followed him, and I was asking him to stay. He seemed like he was sleep walking or something, and was no longer coherent. I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him, and then he became alert again. We casually chatted as we walked around the room. Then we came across another childhood friend, Donny, who was sitting at a table with several people. He was young again, and had long blonde curly hair, just like when we were kids. I couldn’t believe it. I turned back to tell Glen that Donny was here, but Glen was gone, so I turned back to Donny and said, “Donny, do you ever look good! You’re young again!” Donny shook his head up and down, smiled and said, “Yeah.” It was so cool to see him in his youth again. Anyway, I then remembered my mission to heal my son’s plantar wart while lucid, so I was going to ask for my daughter and son to join me, but then everything went dark. Darn! I started to swirl to regain lucidity, but I went right into an OBE instead of an LD. Holy crap, I was somebody else’s bed! I always appear in my bed during an OBE, not somebody else’s!

I was lying on my back, in this strange room, and there was a metal trash can between my legs, which was cold and uncomfortable. I sat up in bed and reached into the trash can, and it was full of wet Kleenex. Yuck! I jumped out of bed and looked around, and realized the bed was in some sort of suite or recreation room area. Little balls of Kleenex were scattered throughout the ‘L’ shaped room. Somebody has obviously been doing a lot of crying. At the far end of the room was a pool table, and I could see the outline of a woman who was almost invisible, but I could make out her silhouette against the glass patio doors. She was wearing high heel boots. I thought maybe she was my daughter, so I walked up to her. Not! She started to totally freak out and scream at me, like I was some sort of boogieman. I immediately kneeled down and bowed to her, to show I was safe, but she grabbed a handful of pool balls and threw them at me. I felt the balls hit me, but it didn’t hurt, and they passed right through me. The woman then turned and ran out the patio doors onto a large concrete patio area with lots of plants. The deck was about 50 feet by 50 feet, and was high end, extremely fancy and modern. Huge downtown buildings, with reflective glass siding, towered everywhere. The woman was now visible, and she was a beautiful young Asian. I then decided to follow her out onto the patio, but I stopped at the doors, because she was pointing at me and screaming. She was yelling at me to leave, and that her dad was coming. I said, “It’s okay.” I felt really bad at this point, my vision faded and went dark, and then I woke.

This dream happened Dec 26, 2014 while I was staying at my father in-law’s house way out in the wilderness. I was between lucid dreams, consciously awake, but my body was asleep. I heard somebody talking in my room, and I figured it must be wife. Then I felt very mild vibrations in my torso propagating out to my limbs. I waited patiently for ‘the vibrations’ to increase in intensity and magnitude, so I could do an OBE, but it wasn’t happening. I decided to try an OBE exit anyway, and to my surprise, I popped right out of my body and stood beside my bed. I couldn’t see anything because my blanket was still over my face. I decided to ask for assistance to remove the blanket from my face, “I can’t see, please help me.” Now something new happened that I have never experienced before; as I spoke, my body beside me spoke instead, and it was lagging behind what I was saying by a fraction of a second. My voice also sounded hollow and distant. I repeated my request for help and the exact same thing happened again! My body was saying what I was saying, so I guess I was talking in my sleep. The weirdest part about this was the lag time from when I spoke in my OBE to when my body spoke. Maybe this could be one of the reasons why people talk in their sleep? Anyway, back to the dream (OBE), or whatever you want to call it.

I still couldn’t see anything, so I resorted to ripping the blanket from my face piece by piece until all was clear. It was very dark in the bedroom, and I headed for the door. I carefully opened it so as to not make any noise because everybody was asleep. Click, the door opened, and I walked out into the hallway. My wife was sleeping in the adjacent room (away from me and my CPAP machine), and I wanted to go and see her, but a golden shaft appeared in front of the door and blocked me from opening the door, so I headed downstairs. I didn’t want to go into the living room, because my father in-law’s bedroom is right there, and I was concerned about waking him, so I decided to go outside into the cold of winter, but there was one problem, I only had my gitch on. I figured, well, you can freeze when you’re lucid, right? I opened the door carefully so as not to make any noise, and then the screen door. Well, holy crap, it was cold out there. I could feel the cold air passing right through me, and into my lungs, and I instantly became very cold. It was like jumping into snow naked. I stepped outside and closed the doors, and I slowly warmed up to where I was comfortable. The snow sparkled and glittered. This is when I saw the most amazing thing.

There were no clouds in the sky, and all I could see were beautiful, brilliant stars everywhere. I’m talking 100 times more than what you normally see, and a 100 times as bright. The night sky around the stars was perfectly black. It was like a super HD IMAX experience. I was speechless as I simply stared up into the night’s amazing sky. It was like I had Hubble telescope vision. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Then some white fireworks went off in the distance. I decide to fly up into space and take a closer look at these beautiful stars, but as I launched, I was knocked back to the ground by some mysterious force. I looked up to see what I hit, and all I could see was the overhead power line going to my father in-law’s house, so I moved over about 20 feet and tried again. On the 2nd attempt to fly, I didn’t even get off the ground. So I decided to go for a walk, but then I woke up in bed. Strangely, I was getting intermittent cold shivers in bed, for about 10 minutes afterwards, even though I wasn’t cold. This description really doesn’t do justice for what I experienced; it was nothing short of magical.

In this dream, I was being chased by dream figures on top of 40 foot high shelving unit in a warehouse. I had no idea how I got up there, or even why they were chasing me, I just knew I had to get away somehow. Soon I was trapped at the end of a shelving unit with nowhere to go, except down, way down. The concrete floor was 40 feet below, and they were closing in. I was scared to death about jumping, and I knew they were going to push me off as soon as they reached me. Several more dream figures stood on top of another shelving unit across an opening area, and they were simply watching with interest.

Then for no particular reason at all, I became lucid (This often happens to me). Defense was the first thing that came to mind, so a 10 inch butcher blade appeared in my right hand. The pursuers stopped dead in their tracks, time stopped, and then I remembered my conviction for no violence. I held out my left hand and drove the knife right through the top of it and I let go of the handle, and then I raised my stabbed hand to show the pursuers what I’d done. I didn’t feel a thing except for slight pressure. Whispering voices echoed through the warehouse from horrified onlookers, eyes opened wide, mouths a gasp, and then somebody said, “Gross, I can’t believe he did that!” (Just between you and me, I couldn’t believe what I’d done either).Then I pulled the knife out of my hand and the wound healed instantly (except for a slight mark on one side). I said, “See, you can’t hurt me, I’m dreaming!”

In an effort to further make my point; I tipped the section of shelving over, which I was standing on, and I fell quickly towards the ground. My stomach dropped through the roof of my throat as I fell, and I was actually very scared (even though I was lucid), but I was determined to hit the ground without waking up. I fell 40 feet and landed flat on my face, and then the shelving unit landed on top of my back. Again, no pain! In complete stupidity, I said, “See, I didn’t feel a thing!” The dream figures all started to laugh and giggle, as I wormed and squirmed, to try and get out from under the collapsed shelving unit. Then something quite unexpected happened, 5 or 6 dream figures started to jump off the shelving units, from 40 feet up, just like I did! I couldn’t believe it; they were doing belly flops onto the concrete floor! They were lying on the ground, uninjured, rolling around, and laughing hysterically. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! I then woke up.

I strongly recommend stabbing a knife through your hand sometime in a lucid dream. It really quite the experience!