hey everybody, i'm new to posting here... and on tribes for the most part.. but i had an experience i've been wanting to share with someone.. so here goes:::::: it'll probably be a bit long
the beginning is scary, in short i'm with a large group of women and children, trying to find a way to avoid these "ku klux klan" members from finding and then killing us. i'll skip the details for now though, and fast forward to about where i become lucid. maybe i'll add them later. anywho- i'm in this shed in the middle of a forest, and there is this portal. there is a lion sitting at its entrance, and i see a woman approach him, she is asking for permission which the lion grants, and she walks into the portal but is incinerated instantly while passing through. i see another woman, more magical looking, go through the same procedure, only she passes through alive. i realize that if one of us can pass through this portal, we'd achieve the power to defend ourselves from the KKK members. i myself do not feel worthy, but there is this incredible athlete in the room, performing all kinds of amazing, stud-like stunts. i recognize him to be a good person and convince him that because of his strength that he can enter through the portal and return with the ability to protect my group of people. he's skeptical, but i have a strong understanding of him and his history somehow, and i know he's felt he was born for something big and use this to convince him that this is it. this is all it takes, and he goes toward the lion and the portal. i instantly feel guilty, because although i'm sure he'll pass through, what if he doesn't? i feel like maybe i've just exploited a flaw of his, and feel how scared i am to just try enter myself, and feel selfish- even though i'm telling myself i'm looking out for a collective good. i watch him get permission from the lion, he starts to enter which causes him and the lion to both incinerate. this is shocking, and causes me to suddenly say "fook it all" (not really) and dart in impulsively......
oh the BURN! oh nope, wait, actually i make it in just fine ^_^ the portal was like a blue/green water glass, and the transition memory is vague, (my memory in general isn't very vivid) but the feeling of being on the otherside was a total lightness of body. a cool-but-warm fuzzy-wuzzy-ness. i felt suspended, although i could feel my still ground just as well. it wasn't intensely blissful by any means, but still very pleasant. my motion was fluid, but after a few seconds of experimenting with the sensation through entertaining movements, i began to be still. i decided to turn around and go back in , and when i pass i come inside a room with my sister in a different story and with no memory of pre-portal entry. so i'm describing to my sister enthusiastically like a child how i managed to come back through the portal alive, and i'm trying to describe how i feel. then i realize i'm a walking cat, and i think about how funny i must look walking on my hind legs. haha. i start to dance and experiment with my light-as-a-feather body feeling all the while trying to imagine how ridiculous i must still look in all these kitty poses. then i become a cartoon cat with an ability to run really fast. i say to my sister "look at what i can do" and attempt to run around the room at super fast speeds, but am not able to the way i imagined i could. my legs are doing the unreal motions, (you know the cartoon legs spinning and a cloud of smoke ) but i'm not moving fast at all. this is when i realize i gotta pass through the portal again and see whats on the other side.
when i do, i get hit by the very energizing realization that i'm in a dream. i pause for a second to get an impression of my body/mind in relation to one another and also to my environment. i'm in a medow, its daylight, i can feel clearly my entire body. i feel very sustained, very clear, very focused, very alive, and well , just very lucid. after my pause, i begin to walk slowly, taking my time, and i notice my observations don't become distracted, distorted or vagued-out by movement etc, i want to keep this awareness, i don't even consider intending to enhance it, and so i keep walking, constantly remaining with my intention and lucidity. then suddenly an impression from my waking life, a feeling-body and an accompanying image, is trying to enter into myself, but it's too vague and for a moment i try to remember other aspects of who i am exactly, vividly, in real life. but i find any impression i can begin to sense to be way too elusive, and decide to continue with my exploration instead. i feel like i'm on a quest to locate and understand other dream selves that make up me, and in a way, i feel like i'm here to stay. i come across this part of the ground that starts to steep in, i go down and i find this river. i decide i want to go down the river, but i also want to hove-glide across it, so i begin to step inside it with this intention, but i'm doubting this'll happen and expect just to fall in and have to swim, but then to my surprise i am actually floating above it and downstream effortlessly. so i start to appreciate just how realistic and detailed the sky, water, plant life and forests surrounding me are. i also take a moment to appreciate that i'm actually taking the time to do this (usually in these dreams i feel a compulsive need to accomplish something or manipulate my environments). i begin to wonder how well i'll recall the actual realism of this dream when i wake up, or if i will recall it at all. i begin to breathe into my body and feel it out, and for a moment i'm scared for some reason, like i'm in foreign territory, and something harmful is lurking in the environment, but then i find peace in just continuing to breathe inside myself while looking around. i also realize how much more peaceful it is to just breathe the air as it is, instead of trying to imagine myself breathing in any energy but that, for any other reason than just to feel refreshed.
hmmm, this is long.... but it feels good to type and revisit it :) it doesn't really matter if anyone decides to read it.
anyways, i eventually end up inside this house, and i am looking through it, trying to find any clues as to the significance of being here in this dream. i feel like i should get some kind of valuable insight out of it all. this house i know is mine, i feel like i actually live here consistently in the depth of my dreams, or somewhere, because it is just so incredibly "my place" feeling. i keep a strong focus on exploring my surroundings and mentally tracing my body "outline", that way i don't wake up or lose my lucidity. i come to these to all these bedrooms and there is just so much stuff. like someone had just moved in. i wonder if this is how i keep it or if it was left here as stuff i would need. there is a dresser with odd little items on it, i start to read them, and i read a bunch, although i can't remember the little phrases, but one makes me feel like it was a very real inevitability that i would remain focused in the dreamstate and pick up where i left off, memory wise, every while i slept. i felt like this dream, and this home feeling, was to establish some sort of link. anyways, eventually, two women and a guy visit me inside, they don't talk much, at least i can't remember them saying much, except i feel a strong connection and affection with one of the women, and i feel its mutual, and she acts as if she knows me, but i don't know how she would. apparently she has to leave now though, and so me and this dude and this other woman continue to look around my house. at this point , i'm not sure anymore if i'm actually dreaming or if i'm here in this place to stay forever. the perspective and attention has been so consistant throughout, and its been a long, long dream (theres a great amount i can't remember) i decide, to ask a question, as were walking around these stairs, i'm thinking to myself "well, ok , i do actually know this is a dream, but i want to know who and why this dream guy is" and so i say "i know this will sound silly, and i ask this a lot in these kind of dreams......" and then the woman interrupts me "don't ask that" (i was going to ask if he knew he was a character in my dream) , the way she said it, felt like a warning, and i interpreted it as if the dream would end if i asked. then this other woman joins up, but immediately i don't trust her and i can sense my companions don't either, i go into this room for some reason alone eventually and i sit on a chair and the woman barges in, and she's jessica simpson's physical body, in barely any clothes, and i feel like she's here to test me, she's going to want to have sex with me, because this is my dream, and even though everything but her physical appearance is completely undesirable, i decide it can't harm to just kiss and make out with her. so she comes right up to me, and i realize she's not wearing enough clothes to cover her vagina, and so i know if i start to make out with her i'm going be set up to penetrate her instantly, and she starts to talk about it and play with it, then immediately the dude comes in and then i'm relieved because i can't be tempted to have sex with her with him there and she leaves. i thank him for coming in, i was telling him i didn't think i could resist the temptation. and i started feeling ashamed because i believe that woman i felt attracted to in a more affectionate way earlier would be disappointed in me for giving in to lust. i don't remember his response, but he just implied she wasn't any good for me. then he was making me out to be some sort of leader, but i could never be good at it so long as i felt a compulsion to be better or worse than everyone else. i needed to stop being distracted by comparisons to step into my creativity and know myself as potential choice. we were walkign throuhg a burger king now, and i was starting to feel like i was losing my focus, i felt distracted and more autopilot now. now we were walking through this sort of school line walk through, but now i was being inattentive to my surroundings and my body sensations we're becoming vague. i probably should have been running into people accidently, but my dream companion was watching me carefully, adjusting my direction before any collisions. anyways, i got some sort of nasty, fast food looking sandwich, and then i was at the end of the line paying, and the guy palmed a bunch of greesy friess and slopped them onto my plate. i was wondering what we were doing here anyway, and by now i drifted off into unconsciousness, no idea i was in a dream. or at least little idea. there was a hair on the food, but i decided i wasn't going to eat it anyway so i wouldn't say anything. then more may have happened, but i dont' remember what. i also remember flying around freely at some point in the dream, creating a diamond grid around my body for imaginative fun, but i don't know where it fit into the dream at.
wow, that was long, i wonder if anyone is reading this right now. well, it looks like you are, you dork ... haha :)
anyways, it seems to have clear, spelled out messages, but anyone have anything to share in response? opinions? your own dreams? anything it makes you think of, i'd love to hear, thanks..
anthony
the beginning is scary, in short i'm with a large group of women and children, trying to find a way to avoid these "ku klux klan" members from finding and then killing us. i'll skip the details for now though, and fast forward to about where i become lucid. maybe i'll add them later. anywho- i'm in this shed in the middle of a forest, and there is this portal. there is a lion sitting at its entrance, and i see a woman approach him, she is asking for permission which the lion grants, and she walks into the portal but is incinerated instantly while passing through. i see another woman, more magical looking, go through the same procedure, only she passes through alive. i realize that if one of us can pass through this portal, we'd achieve the power to defend ourselves from the KKK members. i myself do not feel worthy, but there is this incredible athlete in the room, performing all kinds of amazing, stud-like stunts. i recognize him to be a good person and convince him that because of his strength that he can enter through the portal and return with the ability to protect my group of people. he's skeptical, but i have a strong understanding of him and his history somehow, and i know he's felt he was born for something big and use this to convince him that this is it. this is all it takes, and he goes toward the lion and the portal. i instantly feel guilty, because although i'm sure he'll pass through, what if he doesn't? i feel like maybe i've just exploited a flaw of his, and feel how scared i am to just try enter myself, and feel selfish- even though i'm telling myself i'm looking out for a collective good. i watch him get permission from the lion, he starts to enter which causes him and the lion to both incinerate. this is shocking, and causes me to suddenly say "fook it all" (not really) and dart in impulsively......
oh the BURN! oh nope, wait, actually i make it in just fine ^_^ the portal was like a blue/green water glass, and the transition memory is vague, (my memory in general isn't very vivid) but the feeling of being on the otherside was a total lightness of body. a cool-but-warm fuzzy-wuzzy-ness. i felt suspended, although i could feel my still ground just as well. it wasn't intensely blissful by any means, but still very pleasant. my motion was fluid, but after a few seconds of experimenting with the sensation through entertaining movements, i began to be still. i decided to turn around and go back in , and when i pass i come inside a room with my sister in a different story and with no memory of pre-portal entry. so i'm describing to my sister enthusiastically like a child how i managed to come back through the portal alive, and i'm trying to describe how i feel. then i realize i'm a walking cat, and i think about how funny i must look walking on my hind legs. haha. i start to dance and experiment with my light-as-a-feather body feeling all the while trying to imagine how ridiculous i must still look in all these kitty poses. then i become a cartoon cat with an ability to run really fast. i say to my sister "look at what i can do" and attempt to run around the room at super fast speeds, but am not able to the way i imagined i could. my legs are doing the unreal motions, (you know the cartoon legs spinning and a cloud of smoke ) but i'm not moving fast at all. this is when i realize i gotta pass through the portal again and see whats on the other side.
when i do, i get hit by the very energizing realization that i'm in a dream. i pause for a second to get an impression of my body/mind in relation to one another and also to my environment. i'm in a medow, its daylight, i can feel clearly my entire body. i feel very sustained, very clear, very focused, very alive, and well , just very lucid. after my pause, i begin to walk slowly, taking my time, and i notice my observations don't become distracted, distorted or vagued-out by movement etc, i want to keep this awareness, i don't even consider intending to enhance it, and so i keep walking, constantly remaining with my intention and lucidity. then suddenly an impression from my waking life, a feeling-body and an accompanying image, is trying to enter into myself, but it's too vague and for a moment i try to remember other aspects of who i am exactly, vividly, in real life. but i find any impression i can begin to sense to be way too elusive, and decide to continue with my exploration instead. i feel like i'm on a quest to locate and understand other dream selves that make up me, and in a way, i feel like i'm here to stay. i come across this part of the ground that starts to steep in, i go down and i find this river. i decide i want to go down the river, but i also want to hove-glide across it, so i begin to step inside it with this intention, but i'm doubting this'll happen and expect just to fall in and have to swim, but then to my surprise i am actually floating above it and downstream effortlessly. so i start to appreciate just how realistic and detailed the sky, water, plant life and forests surrounding me are. i also take a moment to appreciate that i'm actually taking the time to do this (usually in these dreams i feel a compulsive need to accomplish something or manipulate my environments). i begin to wonder how well i'll recall the actual realism of this dream when i wake up, or if i will recall it at all. i begin to breathe into my body and feel it out, and for a moment i'm scared for some reason, like i'm in foreign territory, and something harmful is lurking in the environment, but then i find peace in just continuing to breathe inside myself while looking around. i also realize how much more peaceful it is to just breathe the air as it is, instead of trying to imagine myself breathing in any energy but that, for any other reason than just to feel refreshed.
hmmm, this is long.... but it feels good to type and revisit it :) it doesn't really matter if anyone decides to read it.
anyways, i eventually end up inside this house, and i am looking through it, trying to find any clues as to the significance of being here in this dream. i feel like i should get some kind of valuable insight out of it all. this house i know is mine, i feel like i actually live here consistently in the depth of my dreams, or somewhere, because it is just so incredibly "my place" feeling. i keep a strong focus on exploring my surroundings and mentally tracing my body "outline", that way i don't wake up or lose my lucidity. i come to these to all these bedrooms and there is just so much stuff. like someone had just moved in. i wonder if this is how i keep it or if it was left here as stuff i would need. there is a dresser with odd little items on it, i start to read them, and i read a bunch, although i can't remember the little phrases, but one makes me feel like it was a very real inevitability that i would remain focused in the dreamstate and pick up where i left off, memory wise, every while i slept. i felt like this dream, and this home feeling, was to establish some sort of link. anyways, eventually, two women and a guy visit me inside, they don't talk much, at least i can't remember them saying much, except i feel a strong connection and affection with one of the women, and i feel its mutual, and she acts as if she knows me, but i don't know how she would. apparently she has to leave now though, and so me and this dude and this other woman continue to look around my house. at this point , i'm not sure anymore if i'm actually dreaming or if i'm here in this place to stay forever. the perspective and attention has been so consistant throughout, and its been a long, long dream (theres a great amount i can't remember) i decide, to ask a question, as were walking around these stairs, i'm thinking to myself "well, ok , i do actually know this is a dream, but i want to know who and why this dream guy is" and so i say "i know this will sound silly, and i ask this a lot in these kind of dreams......" and then the woman interrupts me "don't ask that" (i was going to ask if he knew he was a character in my dream) , the way she said it, felt like a warning, and i interpreted it as if the dream would end if i asked. then this other woman joins up, but immediately i don't trust her and i can sense my companions don't either, i go into this room for some reason alone eventually and i sit on a chair and the woman barges in, and she's jessica simpson's physical body, in barely any clothes, and i feel like she's here to test me, she's going to want to have sex with me, because this is my dream, and even though everything but her physical appearance is completely undesirable, i decide it can't harm to just kiss and make out with her. so she comes right up to me, and i realize she's not wearing enough clothes to cover her vagina, and so i know if i start to make out with her i'm going be set up to penetrate her instantly, and she starts to talk about it and play with it, then immediately the dude comes in and then i'm relieved because i can't be tempted to have sex with her with him there and she leaves. i thank him for coming in, i was telling him i didn't think i could resist the temptation. and i started feeling ashamed because i believe that woman i felt attracted to in a more affectionate way earlier would be disappointed in me for giving in to lust. i don't remember his response, but he just implied she wasn't any good for me. then he was making me out to be some sort of leader, but i could never be good at it so long as i felt a compulsion to be better or worse than everyone else. i needed to stop being distracted by comparisons to step into my creativity and know myself as potential choice. we were walkign throuhg a burger king now, and i was starting to feel like i was losing my focus, i felt distracted and more autopilot now. now we were walking through this sort of school line walk through, but now i was being inattentive to my surroundings and my body sensations we're becoming vague. i probably should have been running into people accidently, but my dream companion was watching me carefully, adjusting my direction before any collisions. anyways, i got some sort of nasty, fast food looking sandwich, and then i was at the end of the line paying, and the guy palmed a bunch of greesy friess and slopped them onto my plate. i was wondering what we were doing here anyway, and by now i drifted off into unconsciousness, no idea i was in a dream. or at least little idea. there was a hair on the food, but i decided i wasn't going to eat it anyway so i wouldn't say anything. then more may have happened, but i dont' remember what. i also remember flying around freely at some point in the dream, creating a diamond grid around my body for imaginative fun, but i don't know where it fit into the dream at.
wow, that was long, i wonder if anyone is reading this right now. well, it looks like you are, you dork ... haha :)
anyways, it seems to have clear, spelled out messages, but anyone have anything to share in response? opinions? your own dreams? anything it makes you think of, i'd love to hear, thanks..
anthony
