Date: 13/01/2021
Method of entry: dream consciousness
Bedtime: 4am
Awakening: 8.25am
Return to bed: 8.40am
Awakening: 10.30am
Attempt: successful
Phase experience: winning lottery numbers
App: Phaser

DREAM STATE

There is a civil war and a gang of michievous yobs grabs me. They look like they want to rape me as they start dragging me away from public view. Struggling, I manage to break free and suddenly—realising the implausibility of the situation—I become conscious of dreaming.

PHASE STATE

Turning to face my assailants, I'm surprised to find a mob of grotesque and life-size, amoebic humanoids sluggishly moving towards me; some of them resemble infuriated gingerbread men. I take off in flight but find resistance, making me hover a few feet above dozens of smirking slimy heads. Inadvertently, I gravitate towards the ground but manage to control the fall enough to pick a large gap in the menacing crowd below, giving me a chance to use a patch of pavement as a springboard to take flight again towards the sky. I leave the monsters behind me partly due to fear and, as much as it would have been interesting to face them, I realise there is a plan of action to recall—I can't afford distractions from a former dream.

Flying is difficult over a busy metropolis in broad daylight; gravitation makes its presence felt and I gradually descend at a considerable distance from the slimy horror. It feels like I have taken a massive leap over the city, like a superhero. I bounce off the ground again and land on a flyover, touching a metal railing, beyond which lies a bustling urban landscape, with people and vehicles going to and fro. On the flyover, there is a man in a suit, carrying a briefcase and talking on a mobile phone. Glancing in another direction, more people are visible going about their business and I realise that none of them wear masks and behave as though there is no pandemic; I feel like I've gone back in time, to the old world pre-Covid-19.

There is a massive building, resembling a much wider version of the leaning tower of Pisa, looming over the other side of the flyover. I fly towards it like Superman and go through one of the intermediate windows to find a dark bedroom environment unlike mine in the real world. I attempt to remember what I intended to do once I found myself in a lucid dream, but subsequently tell myself to remain calm and to not force it. Avoiding hesitation, I levitate towards the ceiling and go right through it like a ghost, encountering a mild, frictional force. I emerge from the floor of another environment with more light. A quick glance makes me realise that I am, yet again, enclosed in a bedroom a lot smaller than the first, consisting of patterned green walls and its entire floor is a pink quilt. Once again, I go through the ceiling to reach the upper floor.

The same mild resistance as I emerge in different surroundings is perceived. This time I am in a palatial interior. The nearest objects are a couple of vases and a table full of stationery that I knock on the floor with no sound. I rub my hands and notice that they look normal. I proceed to touch the green plants stemming from the opulent vases, feeling the stalks and leaves of realistic fern and one of my lucid dreaming intentions finally comes to mind: 'I want the winning lottery numbers!'

I break the vase with a smashing sound as I quietly repeat my intention, not concerned with the mess I made on the floor as I know this to be a dream. Sprinting up a staircase as I wish to see the winning numbers, I enter an upper-level room, coming upon a large desk with drawers. I open a drawer and pull out a jewellery box with a crumpled yellow paper inside, unfolding it with some difficulty and frustration. I make out the following numbers printed on the flat piece of paper: 67918467. Mission accomplished. I keep repeating these numbers as I expect to wake up from the phase state.

WAKING STATE:

I immediately record the numbers obtained in my lucid dream while they are still fresh in my memory. Then I proceed to mnemonically reconstruct the rest of the phase experience. Preceding dreams come to mind, too.