Thought I would share some of my lucid dream experience with you. =)

I found out about out of body experiences and lucid dreaming when i went to a barnes and noble, and found “Out of body adventures” by Richard Stack. I read the book in one sitting, and had my first experience that very night. Basically, he made it sound so fun that my enthusiasm was thru the roof– and i had no resistance to the idea, so it did not take much for me to first have a lucid dream, and then to go out of body from there.

I would always be very conscious of the entire thing. As my body went to sleep, i would keep my mind awake by offering coherant thoughts– even tho my thoughts would drift into a sort of dream state, i would keep them feeling continuous from the reality i was used to on earth. Since it was my first time ever trying it, I was sort of in and out of consciousness, but started to have a dream. I was in a car with a friend, and like nap town– they had no idea of who i was, other than what i was in my dream. So when I explained it to them, they would just look at me like they were puzzled– but once i finished explaining, I would go thru a sort of vortex– which looked like flashing blue and white static in outer space… if that makes sense. I would hear a sound similar to a transistor radio which is on a channel without a full signal– and I would begin to pick up voices “around me”– conversations and what not. And then, bam, I am floating above my bed and everything is glowing. lol

At the suggestion of the author, I decided to keep it short so I would remember it. I moved around the room clumsilly, and ended up getting “stuck” between the floor and the ceiling above me– so I sort of laughed it off, and decided i wanted to wake up then, and I did right away. It was really a lot of fun.

In the weeks ahead, I had more lucid dreams, but when i tried to go out of body, I noticed I would find myself laying in bed, paralyzed from the neck down. As if my body was sleeping, but my mind was awake. This is the state you are in when you are sleeping– it so your body doesnt move when you dream. Everyone’s body does that. But, it was certainly an odd sensation to be consciously awake during it. So I would sort of just hang out till my body got awake–seemed like around 5-10 minutes. I’d feel a weird tingle, some frequency noises, and i would be fully awake.

But here is the kicker.. when I was younger, I would have seizures. Not out of the blue– but upon awakening. And it always started with that feeling, with my body feeling paralyzed, upon awakening. So when this happened for the OBE’s, it scared me a little bit.

So as I continued to try and go out of body, and have lucid dreams– I would find myself in a similar state– but now as I laid in my bed, waiting for my body to wake up, I would hear someone in my room walking around.

Now, I used to have a lot of friends would would just walk in without knocking, and watch tv, or play games till I woke up, so I didn’t think much of it at first. But then this entity started to go thru my things– something i know none of my friends or family would do. And since i was fully awake, i started to get angry that someone was going thru my stuff without my permission. Not just common areas– really digging thru all of my stuff, as if they were looking for something. But the angrier I got, the more prominant it became. And it would respond directly to my fears.

So I would want it to go away, and it would come closer. Because i was more or less resisting him, not releasing him. And then I thought, “fine, do whatever you want, but just stay away from me”, and as soon as i thought that he came over to me– moving closer, as if reacting to my level of fear, stood within inches of me, and I could feel its energy very closely, and feel a sort of breathing over me. So at that point, I sort of freaked out, and even tho i was paralyzed, with all of the determination I could muster, I willed my body to move– because at the time, I thought it was a real, physical person. But I used so much force in getting my body to spring out of bed, that i popped right up, and pulled a muscle in my chest pretty bad, and went charging towards where i thought he was, only to find noone was in my room, noone was in my house, and the doors were locked.

I did confirm with everyone i knew to make sure they didnt come in my room– but i was sure any way that this was some sort of manifestation of some fear.

It wasn’t until a few years later, when Erin did a reading for me– my guides told her that the reason i wasn’t letting in the abundance I was looking for was because of control. And then things really started to click.

As Abraham says, life is full of variety– like a well stocked kitchen. And we put what we want in “our pie” by giving our attention to it. But instead of ignoring it, laughing at it, making fun of it– I tried to get this entity throne out of the kitchen! And that is some real resistance right there. And with that much attention focused towards it, and that much resistance, of course it only made this entity a more prominant visitor in my pie.

So, I think the key with that guy, and the evil guys in Erin’s lucid dreams is not to stand up to them and fight them. I think the key is to feel good in spite of them. To laugh at them, ignore them, make fun of them– and know they have no power over you.

Kind of reminds me of the ninja turtles, or any of those 80s chartoons, where the bad guys were just scrubs, and could never really cause any harm. And in the first episode when you saw them, they posed somewhat of a threat– but later become the focus of comic relief.

Now that those entities are created, they are created. All we can do from there is change our perspective, and not put it in our pie by giving our attention to them– especially in a resistant sort of way. =)

We’ll see how that works out… haha

Outside was an enormous grave yard with a misty, stinky swamp on both sides. Certain graves are covered with hot lava or quicksand. In some of the larger monuments, I can hear moaning, as if someone was being tourtured. In other monuments, ghosts will be having orgies. There are places where the monuments give way to birch trees. I think there are women trapped in the trees. Some of the trees have bulges as if they are pregnant. I don’t know what happens to the children they have. There’s an old woman who takes care of the trees. She’s kind and wise, but doesn’t like men very much. I think she turns them into cats or owls for something they’ve done, but I don’t know what.

I often lead some very mundane people through the graveyard and through the wooded areas. They never seem to see the scary/strange parts. They only remark on the amazing “history” of the area. I have no idea what that history is, but I think it has something to do with a Civil War battle. I think some of the mundane people I lead are Confederate soldiers because they wear gray wool jackets with large brass buttons.

If I can get through the graveyard/woods, there’s an almost deserted amusement park on the otherside. In the front of the amusement park there’s some sort of museum. The museum is the safest place in the whole dreamscape. It seems to be the only place where non-magical things happen. The amusement park has some really great rides. I haven’t explored the whole thing because it doesn’t seem safe after 6pm. I have to retreat to the museum for sanctuary.

Not very lucid. But certainly repetitive.

This is so very interesting.

When I was young, I used to dream in series. Each night, I would pick up where I left off the previous night and each dream would be interesting and exciting. It got to the point where I couldn’t wait to go to sleep because I so wanted to see what was going to happen. I loved every second of it–the good and the bad, and always seemed to awaken refreshed. So, I wanted to ask you if you are tired after lucid dreaming, or do you feel rested?

I have come to realize over the years that one of the most important aspects of dreams is the way in which we interpret them. Sometimes, our own interpretation of a dream can show us more about ourselves and where we are–or need to go–than anything else. In considering your dream, the thing that stood out more than anything else was the statement, “you are the light to his darkness.” Is this not one of the purposes of your life? Maybe the purpose? To be the light to the darkness, maybe within individuals and maybe also in general?

I’m struck by the term light–light is something that can guide us, can show us the way in darkness. It contains all colors–I could just go on and on.

Anyway, I think the most important thing is what the dreams mean to you.

And what fun!

Best,

Joanna

ROFL… thanks for the chuckle, Him. See you on the other side of midnight.

I really enjoyed reading about your experiences in Naptown. I, like some others, have returned to certain places in my dreams, and definitely asked myself to think hard – “Haven’t a I been here before? Gee, that person is familiar, have they grown up a little?”

Reading your experiences suggested that my initial memory of those places wasn’t false.

One thing I have always found though, is that I always have far more lucid dreams when I nap during the day than when I sleep at night. Not sure why that is, or if anyone else out there can explain that. I’ve also experienced my most terrifying dreams during the day too. I always try to white light myself before I nap to avoid this, but recently I had such a terrifying experience that I couldn’t even compare it to anything else.

It’s funny though, cos afterwards, I wake and the fear is so fleeting. I feel like I am strong enough to deal with it, or like I will always be more powerful than that fear.

Anthony

However, there is one that I remember from my childhood. I was only 4 (or early 5 because I remember being in pre-school in Arkansas and this took place in Seattle) and I was at my aunts house. All of my cousins were gone so I was left to play in the yard by myself. I remember running around with all of the energy I could ever dream of but then out of the blue I felt the need to lay down.

I sat down in one of her lawn chairs and dosed off. The dream came pretty quickly. However, it was not in another world (well, maybe that isn’t quite right because it was indoors so who knows.) I remember entering into a white room where everything was white (I didn’t know what marble was then but I would say that much of the rooms counters and such were marble.) There was one counter in particular that drew my attention. Probably because there was a man sitting on it dressed in a white suit (I honestly cannot remember really ever seeing anyone up to this point in my young life in a white suit.) He was looking at me and smiling. He said hello such and such, I’ve been waiting to talk to you. The such and such was not my name but something else quite elaborate. I can’t recall it so I’ll leave it at that. We’re talking 30 plus years ago! LOL

All I remember saying to him was hi. He just told me that I am going to be an important person and that there was going to be a big test.

That is all that I remember. He said some others things to me that ended up scaring me. At the age of 4 (or 5 hehe) I guess it was just a little too much for me to comprehend.

Okay, maybe it was just a weird dream but when I think back on it I am just amazed at how it just doesn’t seem like something a very young kid would come up with (and I’m amazed that it is the only lucid dream that really sticks out and it seems to be the first one I ever had.)

I’m starting to meditate now with the hopes of recapturing the memories of my other dreams. However, this practice also provided me with some very startling results the first time I really tried it. Is this the place to share? I’ll try to keep it brief since it may be related in a way.

I tried to meditate for the first time about 4 months ago. Maybe I took on a bit more than I should have at the time. I did read that I should start out with a less aggressive approach first but I find that I believe I can always do more than I am supposed to at a certain point. So, I focused on my breathing and began summoning up my inner self (soul). I moved it upward from my lower chakras to the point where I focused it within my mind. This is when things got a little strange for me and caused a pretty severe break in the meditation.

First there was a sensation of expansion. At first it was slow and tingly. Then, as if I took off in a jet, I felt like I was expanding to immense proportion. Shortly after this there was a pretty bright oval light that seemed to hit me right in the eyes (that were shut) and that pretty much did it for me. My heart started racing and I was jerked out of my meditation.

The one thing that I do remember is the total feeling of peace and serenity that I felt afterward (along with a major rush of energy that I found out later might have been from me not resettling the energy evenly back within my chakra points.)

Thought I was share that and my dream. I’m just excited that I have found this site and people that can share freely what they are experiencing.

Mike

I even did this a few times while I was awake, but hey, I was seven years old.