The Dwarf Guide.

I keep a dream journal by the bed and any lucid dreams or out of body experiences I have, I then write in an archive of 'experiences' on the lap top.  I had a well deserved sleep in on this particular Sunday morning and it netted some really fascinating experiences which really gives an insight into the nature of this reality and other realities.

 

Sunday June 8 2014 

Lucid Dream

I started out as going to a cooking school, which you stayed for a period of a few days with different groups going through. I felt very close and friendly to my group.

The settling was a stone castle, building type structure with internal square swimming pools, but didn’t feel too old worldly... just normal stone building.

I go Lucid and start questioning my surrounds and the realty of the dream.

• I’m holding two objects in my hands and I’m squeezing them saying that ‘I know this reality isn’t real, yet it’s real to me, it’s hard, firm and I can’t pass my fingers through it”.
• A little frustrated and braver, I throw chairs over a balcony to the dining tables below to see what people will do.
• I start a fight and see if when I get punched it hurts or not. I’m not too sure what happened, but it didn’t hurt, yet I had shielded myself from any potential blows and tensed up.
• I fade the scene to white to try to start again, yet the scene returns just as clear as it was.
• I ask several times if there is a guide of some sort and if they can reveal themselves. Nothing happens, just the same scene continues around me.
• I decide to swim in the pool, because I’ve got nothing else to do, still half lucid. Feels very real.

Feeling frustrated, I end up higher up in the building and ask the question about a guide and I sound frustrated and even desperate. I then notice a figure standing in front of me and I look down, it’s a Dwarf and I realise he’s been holding my hand and by my side on and off at different times in the dream. I look directly at him and acknowledge him and he smiles and without words as such “thanks for noticing me, finally, (and I remember him being there with me before) and sometimes you have to change the way you look and where you looking to find what you need or want".

I lose lucidity and the dream continues into a jumble of images.

 

A year of Lucid Dreams

 

Last year yielded a rather fruitful bunch of Lucid Dreams, 15 in total which works out to be about one a month, not too bad for an amateur.

Lucid Dreams are not easy for me to instigate and requires a great deal of commitment and concentration. I’m always fighting off the persistent urge to slip back into the land of nod. You know how it is, it’s 3.30 am and you’ve just come back from the toilet and you have two choices, either go through a half hour long concentration procedure or drift gently off back to delicious sleep.

I can tell you though; the effort is certainly worth it. On one occasion when I became Lucid, I asked if there was a guide or helper nearby and a man came up some stairs and look at me knowingly and I asked if we was a guide and he simply nodded his head in knowing agreement and we hugged. The feeling of familiarity and love was incredible!

On another occasion I ‘woke up’ feeling light and floaty and realised I was floating up near the ceiling, similar to an Out of Body Experience, but the room was different and when I looked back down at myself, I was slumped on a couch instead of being in bed. Fully lucid and aware, I floated around the room feeling joyous and amazed, but I felt the pull to go back into my body that was slumped on the couch. I instantly opened my eyes and felt a buzzing sensation all over.

However it was a night in August that really stood out, as I had multiple Lucid Dreams triggered by my teeth falling out! I’d had trouble getting to sleep, and then realised that a tooth was loose so I moved it with my tongue and it fell out into my mouth! But something wasn’t quite right and I knew my teeth were perfectly fine in real life and then realised I was dreaming. I’d fallen asleep, yet still thought I was awake and now I was lucid, so I flew up out of bed and around the room, down to the floor  and even stuck my hand through the floor to feel the ground below. The sensation was so real and textural.

 I woke up from the lucid dream and lay there for a bit and suddenly felt my teeth were loose again and bam! I then made fireworks shoot from hands which seemed so easy, as all I had to do was think about the fireworks coming and it happened. If only real life was that easy!

If I thought what was fun, then when I read Robert Waggoner's book on Lucid Dreaming and he brought up an entire concept that really blew my mind. Talk directly to the consciousness that’s creating the dream or talk to the dream itself. Woah! This had radical connotations. Just like normal waking life, while in a dream we are so intoxicated by it, we think that’s all there is... yet when we’re lucid we know it’s not and we can talk to directly to the dream itself and uncover a treasure trove of insights and adventures.

So if it was possible to address the consciousness behind a dream, could you do the same thing in waking reality? Is the physical just as flimsily constructed?  All it takes is asking the right question and the whole facade comes down. It’s this question I’ll be exploring throughout this year. If you see me wrapped up in the foetal position on the kitchen floor singing nursery rhymes then you know I may have found the answer. 

Another notable dream event included:

Discussing with Medium Gypsy Maggie Rose how the ‘void or vortex’ worked. I richly remembered how the void was a single field of potentiality and there was an effortless art form of things coming into being and going out of being. Created and then uncreated. In the dream I was actually remembering watching the process and felt in awe of its beauty and majesty.

In my next post on Lucid Dreams I’ll discuss my technique and hopefully it may yield some results for you, but you must be prepared to do some strange things to achieve an outcome.