Omnipresence
Lurker

The Solidity of mass, in its rawest form begins to intensify. Surrounding objects destabilize as the distant progression of a flutes melody echoes in the encompassing atmosphere. Time is of no accord but nothing is lost. Molecules that form the chairs, bracelets, cups and meaningless papers float in a seemingly boundless potential. True to the naked eye, the table begins to vibrate with waves of fragmented visual development, collectively assembling in a fixed form of intricate symbiosis. Time is of no accord but nothing is lost, yet the space of which is inhabited suggest a complex form of conjoined intentions working towards a common purpose.


At this moment, a piece of awareness envelopes the senses within the body, there is an innate sensation of being inexpressibly joined with a seemingly omnipresent energy field fueled by a singular force of emotion.
Stars on the soft shade of blue curtains gradually slide to the floor, revealing the process of a steady seeding dreamer becoming conscious.

the moment is now recognized as being part of an acknowledged everlasting form of beautification honed by the senses in the presence of lucid experience.

The act of Astonishment causes flares of violet cream to burst from the heart, rocketing into 3 distinct locations of the room, forming two visible white angel-like phenomenon on either side of the dreamer. In the middle, floats a circular sphere of violet energy pulsating to its essential core. The dreamer feels a warm ecstatic sensation in the chest and relocates his visual acuity only to find a thick purple force of energy connecting the heart Chakra and the sphere in front. There is no fear but Recognition. The usual reaction to awareness of the dreamers dimension is only a small splinter jolt in comparison to the miraculous phenomena occurring in the confines of this event. Time is of no accord but nothing is lost.

Immersed in a web of information indescribable by the human intellect at this evolutionary level, the dreamer looks up once more slowly, as he feels any fast movement is enough to cause the fragility of the experience to collapse into a mocking familiarity. on either side a soft smile begins to surface on a materializing female face followed by a warm sensation of gratitude. The dreamer overwhelmed, accentuates facilitation of the transmitting energy from the entities causing the molecules to vibrate and the violet sphere to pulse harder, altering its symbiotic structure and slowly moving towards the connected chakra.

At the moment of becoming one with the sphere, the dreamers body undergoes a form of energetic detonation followed by the bursting of matter. The dreamer Awakens, and in more ways then one.





Gherman Yelizarov

I awake within the familiar village constructed by my mind through previous lucid encounters. everything is so vivid, too vivid... i become lucid. calm but aware i slowly rise from the wooden bed and approach the door. as i walk i feel the dream slipping so i quickly spin around to keep it going. I open the door and the take in the villiage that i havent seen in awhile. i marvel at the landscape and endless terrain before me thinking in awe of how my mind can conjure this so easily i continue walking through the village completely at peace with the lucid. at this point i remember that my friend had suggested i try and create a poem and submit it for qualification at the lit mag in school, i decided this so as to try something within my lucid when awareness would permit. i pick a door in the village that is a house and decide that when i enter it, there will be a magnificent poem of love waiting for me to remember inside. I approach the door and declare with my forceful intention that if i can create this village, i can create this poem that is awaiting for me on the other side. this took all my lucid experience and focus. i felt the energy pulsating from my chakra points as if materializing every one of my desires.

the door opens, i step inside to see a regularly wooden home, at the desk i see a chair with a candle lit, and on the table is an ink pen with a parchment attached to it, i approach to witness this remarkable feat, and in my handwriting is a poem titled "us forever" I couldnt believe it was myn but my name was written at teh bottom. i did it, i created a poem to manifest simply by intending it.. i gasp as i read the beautiful lines and attempt to memorize slowly every word. this takes place for some time until i feel the dream start to ripple and my higher-self tells me the time has come to awake.

i wake up and Jot down the lines of the poem immediately but slowly so as not to falter the tempo at which i did so in my dream. i did this to the best of my degree and to my surprise the poem deemed itself worthy of the school magazine.

Courtesy of a Lucid dream it went something like this

Us forever:

The silence watching patiently
Two lovers creep into the hollow
This space entangles energy
And breaks away their sorrow

Desperately, she warms the ember
And cries the tears of rigid truths
He holds her close, they’ll both remember,
Fireflies, and endless youths

The darkness darts down like quicksand
She looks to him for time
And reaches through to hold his hand,
As he softly says your mine
Come her kiss, his somber sigh
Brings forth the reaper too
Last chance for her to touch goodbye, while
He’s already holding true

The endless vigor that she shares,
He’ll die to never miss
She’ll put to bed, all his nightmares
As he stops hers with a kiss

Fragile feelings heal her strong
His touch is not to far
She holds to him however long
As they both grip the same star

He now withholds tremendous force
She pulls the final lever
He changes stride, she alters course
And whisper, Us Forever

New Level of Lucidity

it was like no other dream. i appeared in my school hallway except i was aware it was a dream to a new level. i recognized the people walking around as my school mates but rather observed them from the outside and new they were a product of my subconscious mind. i decided to put it to the test. i began to approach the assistant principle who was greeting people on the way up to the high school. i faced him and commanded him to go sit over by the couches behind him. he instinctively obeyed. I was thrilled, everything was so vivid. I began to think how this could be possible and where was my physical body, but as i did so i felt a tingling sensation in my astral body that let me know i could be back ion my physical anytime. that was all i needed to continue. i began to walk through the hallway marveling at how beautiful everything was. after walking in to several classrooms and asking the characters questions about there functions in my subconscious mind, and walking around with the people, I entered the theater which was attached to my school, only it seemed to be a different feeling separate from the boundaries of my mind. i saw my brother sitting in one of the seats, everything was dark. my awareness told me he was dead. i came up to him and asked him what death was like. i noticed that although it was my brothers physical form, there was something off about him. he seemed oblivious to my presence or even uninterested and simply replied by telling me that he wasnt my brother, as if mused i didnt understand but then i began to feel depressed because i felt i lost him. the entity noticed this and sighed and replied that it will go fetch my brother and allow him to talk to me. i didnt understand but then i notice many different balls of energy coming through and out of my brothers body as if taking turns or breaks in the physical form of him. i waited patiently until i recognized my brothers lifelong bored but amused expression materialize. he said "What" but in a nice way and with a smile. i asked him what he was doing, and how he died. he told me that death is really not a bad thing and that there is really nothing to worried about, that its over dramatized and that its alot of fun to inhabit the universe on an astral level and that he regrets not doing it while he was alive. I told him i am having a lucid dream like never before and i see the importance of having an astral experience. i asked him about the other entities inhabiting his body, he told me he invited them into his world to have fun with and they occasionally come into his physical form to take breaks. i was happy to see my astral brother having fun. i told him wish that in real life he will get his physical body to the point of astral awareness. the astral brother told me that he is closer then he thinks. i smiled and exited the scene. i noticed other physical forms in the theater whom were external of my sub C. and i began to think that when im more experienced il interact with these type of beings. i exited the theater and was back in the hallway. i noticed this was one of the longest lucids ever. after what seemed like endless walking around and learning about my mind and the people inside it, for the first time i saw how the dream began to collapse , the world began to shake but i was not afraid, more like at peace i thought it was time to wake up. so i sat down in the field outside school and meditated. i awoke with a new feeling of awareness, never to be forgotten.

was in bellevue walking around old neighborhood with izar, it was sunny. all of a sudden i decide to see if its a dream just for fun. i look at izar and ask him if hes dreaming right now. he looks at me and waits i realize im dreaming. the dream shatters im center stage in a stadium with an electric blue guitar. i look up and start playing "dammit" by blink 182 and singing along to it. i see leo izar allen in the crowd on white stuff dancing with staffs and face paint to the song. i realize im dreaming and continue creating music.

appeared in the china resterant with Leo and my mom, izra and stefai were there, the resterant was high above the ground for some reason. Leo seems troubled as he gives me a hug and i feel inner resistance inside him. i sit down at the table and start chatting with ice and mom about my adventures of 12th grade, i notice leo is not at the table, i decide hes in the bathroom so i head over tehre to wash my hands and talk to him. i Enter the bathroom and find that he has intense neck problems. he tells me the stress, i see him vibrating like on the shrrooms and wished he took me more seriously when i tell him to be more mediatevie and less resistant to the present moment. i decide its allens responsibility just as much as myn. i return to the table with leo he seems better now becomiing less resistant. i smile in accomplishment. though i realize this is just a dream but its to late to be lucid, i wake up.