The following report pictures an extraordinary lucid dream. It was induced by applying MILD after waking up in the middle of night. It was actually very easy. All it took was to decide to become lucid. I went to bed very early that day.
»It's 2:30 in the morning, 2010-04-27.
What an astonishing journey!
I lie in bed with a former girlfriend. The room is dark, the shutters down and it is very cold, so I crawl deep under the blanket, careful that she is covered as well, although she doesn't seem to care about the coldness. Strangely, I'm fully dressed, even wearing shoes, while all she wears are some panties. I don't want her to notice. What am I hiding? We have a conversation, something about a photo of her in my room she wants to replace with an actual picture, because she thinks that she looks "waxen" in the old one, but I don't want to replace it.
I get up and realize it is Tuesday (in fact it is), a school day (I'm actually out of school for many years). Passing the small corridor at the top of the stairs at the upper level of the house - my parents' house, I notice a dirty but empty glassware casserole dish resting on a step of the wooden space-saving stairs leading to the attic. It is partially wrapped in plastic foil and I wonder who bothered to do that with an empty food container.
I go downstairs, cross the living room and leave the house entering the backyard. It is early morning, everything looks fine, the surroundings, the pond... but I still have this feeling of strangeness. I perform a reality check. Holding my nose, I can breathe perfectly. I'm perplexed. This is utterly unexpected and I retry the check several times until I'm absolutely sure. I'm dreaming.
Time to take off then. I start to fly by swimming in the air, unsteady at first, but soon with the proficiency gathered in numerous lucid dreams. I fly over the house and a bit further before I land on a street lined with big and bushy trees. I'm lucid and the dream is incredibly coherent, no jumps, no gaps, no metamorphoses... apart from the fact that is has now become night. What next?
I decide I want to see someone I know from long ago, but I can't recall the name at first. After some intense pondering I got it, but how do I get there? Flying may be too time consuming - you never know when the dream ends, so I choose to create a portal. Loudly I demand one leading to the desired location and see a green glow appear a few meters ahead. I walk towards it and expect something to happen. Nothing does. Fine, I think, there are other ways. I start to spin, imagining to be taken to the target person, but all I perceive is a blurry view of the surroundings. Disappointedly brooding over it, I walk on, reaching a street corner with buildings, people and a street lamp. Once again, loudly and cleary, I demand for a portal and again the green glow appears on the floor, but stepping into it accomplishes nothing.
Suddenly a man jumps forth, chased by a police officer. As he reaches my position, I give him a shove that makes him lose balance. He severely hits the lamp pole and falls backwards, obviously stunned, being taken into custody by the officer. Some of the people nearby approach me and lead me to a kind of administration center inside a well-lit building. There is a line and I have to wait a little before I am admitted into a huge examination room with two women working there. One of the pedestrians who witnessed the previous scene is with me. They try to assess if I am alright and since I don't complain, they obviously assume so. One of the women inquires about the incident. I tell her I didn't really think about my action, it was rather an impulse. She asked me how I knew that the man was a fugitive. I reply that I didn't. She frowns, but the matter seems closed.
In order to learn more, I try to keep the conversation alive, so I ask: "Would you mind telling me your forename?" She hesitates, then she gives me a name that is so unusual that there is no chance I could recall it. "What a strange name.", I murmur to myself. "That is because my parents came from The Window.", she answers and I know that she means the waking world. She makes it sound like it is a flaw, so I consider it would be better not to let them know about me. In the following chat, that I unfortunately can't recall very well, I came close to giving away my status several times, but all in all managed to divert suspicion.
As I'm about to leave, I notice a few small gadgets on the big white table in the middle of the room and see the pedestrian who came with me fumbling one. I ask him about it and he tells me that it is a control device of course. He eyes me suspiciously, so I tell him I already know, but that I must have lost mine. I am handed one from the table, an egg-shaped plastic device with buttons on it. Eager to find out what it does, I leave the building.
Outside, I press one of the buttons and instantly another green glowing portal appears. Is that how transportation works here? I push again and summon yet another green light spot. Stepping on it, I use one of the other buttons - no effect. I give up, not wanting to waste more time with failed teleportation attempts and just walk ahead.
It is day now and I reach a strange place dominated by huge concrete blocks. It looks like some kind of ruins. The blocks are fallen over and mostly overgrown by thicket. I realize that I am not alone. A boy dressed in modern streetwear apparel watches me from a short distance. There is something frog-like about him, probably the way he moves over the aslant blocks. It appears he quickly loses interest in me, turning away, about to leave. At the very last moment he hesitates, seemingly reconsidering, then he turns around and approaches me.
He greets casually and I greet back. As he notices the device in my hand I ask him if he can explain to me how it works, giving away the fact that I'm from beyond The Window, but he doesn't seem to care about it. Taking the gadget from me, he throws it away and says that it's of no use. I don't mind that. We walk on a bit through the ruins, not much of a conversation developing. He remotely reminds me of a monkey as he silently ambles next to me. Then he is gone.
All alone, I reflect on the experience I'm having. I think about how it was induced and about my body lying in bed, which usually is a bad thing to do, because it may easily cause awakening, but not this time. I wonder about the long duration, the perfect coherence and the rock-solid stability of the dream. Surely, I had much longer ones, but taken together, all the factors make it most extraordinary. Reaching the periphery of the concrete block ruins, I climb down an edge and encounter a woman sitting on a ledge just above me.
She is of early middle age, chubby, with a friendly face, although there is a hint of bitterness in her features. She greets me, I greet her. I ask what she is doing out here and though I can't recall the exact wording, she clearly conveys the impression of a social outcast. I realize that she is pregnant and tell her straight away. She replies: "Yes, but the father is not from here." After what I have learned before, it seems obvious to me what she means. The father must've been a visitor from The Window, just like me. She slips one of her hands into her pants, right between her legs. As she pulls it out, it is covered with blood. "Human blood.", she says and laughs, expecting to make it appear worse by stating that. She teases me, trying to smear blood on my face. Perceiving my disgusted reaction only further incites her. Then she stops, looking sad and broken. I take my leave.
I am finally out of the "badlands" and through an entrance in a wall, I reach a great hall, resembling a mixture of hotel lobby, train station and museum. The room widely extends in all directions and the distant pedestrians appear as insignificant as crawling ants in the shadow of the gigantic structure. I want to get out of here, but I can't locate an exit. In a corridor I discover an old rusty steel door belonging to an elevator or a delivery entrance, but it's barricaded. After close examination, I see no way to open it, so I return to the hall, further scanning the vicinity. There is a second level high above the floor, an elevated walkway meandering across the whole place.
My vision begins to fade and I wake up.
I now realize that I mixed up the name of the target person I wanted to teleport to. I had the correct surname, but the forename was slightly different. Is that why the portals didn't work or was it simply impossible to meet the person on the plane I was at. I should have tried an alternative destination.«