"Where did you get that information?!"
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This lucid dream/out-of-body experience I had on 2008-11-28. It demonstrates some very typical features, like a false awakening transforming a lucid dream into an OBE, the problem of lacking vision, the strong reaction often evoked when inquiring entities about the actual state and the ineffectivity of plain physical attacks. |
»Having a very vivid sex dream, I feel a part of my mind waking, becoming lucid, probably caused by the physical arousal. I seize the opportunity and force myself to become fully aware. After a false awakening, I am up, my sense of touch working perfectly, but all I can see is total blackness. First of all, I stabilize the experience by taking in tactile stimuli, for example touching the floor, which feels cold and rough, like concrete. I try to pull down the darkness from my face like a mask, but only manage to actually tear off a layer of skin. The darkness persists. When I come into contact with a metal railing fixed to a wall, I pass through the allegedly solid barrier, hand first.
My vision works now and I am standing in a large modern yet windowless office, perceiving a man in a business suit sitting behind a desk. There are other desks and a number of file drawers lined up at the wall, but he is the only person here apart from myself. The ambience appears artificial, as if the color grading was slightly reduced in a cartoonish style. I recall my intention* and approach him without losing time, whereas he stares at me in disbelief, like he is wondering how I came in here. Politely, I ask the man if I may ask him a question, but he just continues to gape at me. I ask: "How can I have lucid dreams more efficiently?" To my surprise, the man reacts with a fit of rage and snaps at me: "Where did you get that information?!" I think he triggers an alarm and expect the situation to become severe, so I take a step back. Pointing my hand to his face, I intuitively release a burst of force that repulses him. It becomes dark again, but this time, because the lights go out.
The office room has turned into a dim hallway and I stand in its very center, irresolute about what to do. On the floor, I find a one-handed sword and pick it up to defend myself if required, wondering about its seemingly misplaced occurrence. A short time later, three attackers approach me from a door at the end of the corridor, two men and a woman, all of them bearing an exactly identical fat, ugly and unshaved male face - a grotesque sight. I strike at the head of the larger of the two men and as far as his skull allows, the blade cuts deep into his flesh. It seems not to bother him at all. Another blow tears through his neck down to the chest, but there is no blood flowing from this immense wound. The fight goes on like that for a while. I strike and strike, but am unable to cause any noteworthy effects, like I was hitting some kind of self-healing ballistic jelly. As I finally become hopelessly wedged between the massive bodies of my attackers, I wake up.«
* One item on my agenda at that time was to ask dream characters for advice on how to dream lucidly with more efficiency.
My vision works now and I am standing in a large modern yet windowless office, perceiving a man in a business suit sitting behind a desk. There are other desks and a number of file drawers lined up at the wall, but he is the only person here apart from myself. The ambience appears artificial, as if the color grading was slightly reduced in a cartoonish style. I recall my intention* and approach him without losing time, whereas he stares at me in disbelief, like he is wondering how I came in here. Politely, I ask the man if I may ask him a question, but he just continues to gape at me. I ask: "How can I have lucid dreams more efficiently?" To my surprise, the man reacts with a fit of rage and snaps at me: "Where did you get that information?!" I think he triggers an alarm and expect the situation to become severe, so I take a step back. Pointing my hand to his face, I intuitively release a burst of force that repulses him. It becomes dark again, but this time, because the lights go out.
The office room has turned into a dim hallway and I stand in its very center, irresolute about what to do. On the floor, I find a one-handed sword and pick it up to defend myself if required, wondering about its seemingly misplaced occurrence. A short time later, three attackers approach me from a door at the end of the corridor, two men and a woman, all of them bearing an exactly identical fat, ugly and unshaved male face - a grotesque sight. I strike at the head of the larger of the two men and as far as his skull allows, the blade cuts deep into his flesh. It seems not to bother him at all. Another blow tears through his neck down to the chest, but there is no blood flowing from this immense wound. The fight goes on like that for a while. I strike and strike, but am unable to cause any noteworthy effects, like I was hitting some kind of self-healing ballistic jelly. As I finally become hopelessly wedged between the massive bodies of my attackers, I wake up.«
* One item on my agenda at that time was to ask dream characters for advice on how to dream lucidly with more efficiency.
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- Daniel sagt…Interesting story. You seemed not to stand against the three big guys, so you had to wake up. Have to read your other stories...
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