Books and Abstracts

Here are some Books and Abstracts free for download written by Ian A. Wilson. They are in PDF format.

September 17, 2018th – A lucid dream filled with Zombies, how fun.

The dream starts out, and I am at this high-end party with Senators and wealthy businessmen. There is a senator there who doesn’t like me much because I am dating his daughter. She’s this beautiful blonde woman, a total wild socialite partier who as I find out later has a serious coke habit. The senator tells me he doesn’t want me dating his daughter and pushes my shoulder.
In response, I grab her and kiss her right in front of him getting him angry. She laughs and grabs my arm pulling me out of the party saying, “Come on it’s time to go.”

We walk outside; it’s cloudy and with a light drizzle of rain. I start to clue in that I am dreaming and am a bit taken by this gorgeous woman. She tells me she wants to find some Cocaine and I told her I don’t do it, wouldn’t know where to find any. She says she does and takes me towards this shady part of town.

As we are walking there, we notice people starting to scream and run. A group was running towards us. They were being chased by a horde of zombies, but not the slow-moving kind. They were the speedy and agile kind. This African man with a beard grabs me turning me around yelling “Come on man! We gotta get out of here!” and I start to run with the group.

My girlfriend screams as she sees the zombies grab a person and dogpile on it tearing the person to shreds. We run to this stairwell going down. It is the back entrance to a mall. The door was unlocked, and our group ran in with the Zombies close behind.

In the mall, we run down these halls and jump over a railing down some stairs. The group gets a bit scattered, and I find myself in a Sporting goods store. I start to look for a weapon and see a rack of baseball bats that were hanging on these rails.
I pull out an aluminum bat, but it’s light. I grab a wooden bat, and it’s heavier and decides to take that one. There is a display of hunting knives, but I am looking for guns or bow and arrows however the Zombies are right on our trail forcing us to run out of the store back into the main corridors.

A few other people managed to grab baseball bats. When we head further into the mall, a group of zombies pours into the front of us while others were running up from behind. We had to fight our way through the horde and then these two demons appeared. The demons were unusual in that the dream for a brief moment while they were there became entirely composed as a cartoon. It was artistically neat to see this cartoon rendering of the dream reality. I swung at this smaller demon which then stood upside down on the ceiling billowing flame from its mouth which I had to dodge.
Finally, I threw my baseball bat at it knocking it down. My girlfriend ended up having some strange ability because when the zombies were attacking her, she gave off this burst of energy knocking them back. This cleared a path to a door leading outside that we ran through. On my way out I picked up the bat.

Outside in the parking lot, we regrouped to catch our breath. I was telling the other people they should have grabbed more weapons when we were at the sporting goods store. My girlfriend didn’t want to fight zombies she was all concerned about getting high on coke needing a fix. I told her surviving is far more critical. The dream didn’t last much longer as I woke up.

Haven’t had a good zombie dream in many many years, so it was a lot of fun. Just like living in a movie.

September 17th, 2018 – A fun lucid dream with Neil deGrasse Tyson and Gordon Ramsey

This was a long lucid dream and had two interesting dream characters to have encountered.  As I have said in previous lucid dreams meeting a celebrity is mainly due to the fact I merely recognize them so engage their dream characters because they are relatable to someone I know from the waking world.

In this dream, I was on a street where I saw Neil deGrasse Tyson so decided to walk over and talk with him.  I introduce myself and tell him my name.  He’s nice, and we shake hands.  I say to him that as an Astro-physicist he should explore the inner-cosmos as passionately as he does the outer one.   He’s a bit confused to that statement.

I explain, “Dreams are an amazing part of our reality, they are fun to explore.” And he looks at me like I am crazy so I press on.  “For example, this dream.  You should realize it’s a dream and explore it.”

He laughs and tells me it’s not a dream, it’s reality.  I laugh in return.  “How do you know it’s not a dream?”.  He looks around, the rich details of the dream rendering out as vividly as waking life.

“Reality is not a dream.” He tells me.

“But this isn’t reality, this is a dream.” I reply.

He looks confused again.  “Have you been smoking weed?” he replies.  “Why would you smoke weed?”

I laugh.  “No, I am just conscious in this dream, so I know it’s a dream. “

“Don’t smoke weed, it isn’t good for you.  Why would you do that?” he asks again.

“If I smoked weed, I wouldn’t realize this was a dream.   But I assure you, this isn’t reality.  It is the dream world.” I reply.

“But it can’t be a dream, it’s real.” He tells me.

I laugh and kind of go Morpheus in the matrix.  “But what is real?  Just because the dream appears real doesn’t make it any less a dream. “

He looks at me thinking about it.  “If this is a dream, then that’s a remarkable discovery.  You need to tell people this.  You are on to something here.”

I laugh, “I did just tell someone.  You.”

He shakes his head bewildered and leaves.  I don’t pursue and let him go.  I walk to a party where people are smoking weed.  There is all this great food on a counter, and I notice Gordon Ramsey is there.  I wasn’t done telling dream characters about the current run-time dream and decided to have a nice dream discussion with his dream character.

Like with Neil, I introduce myself to him and tell him that I ate at his Burger restaurant in Vegas.  He liked hearing that and asked me what I thought.  “It was great, I really enjoyed the food.”  Then I ask him, “How are you enjoying the dream?”

“What dream?” he asks.

“This dream,” I reply.

He laughs and says, “Fuck off, it’s not a dream.” Then turns to walk away.

I put my arm around his shoulder and ask him, “How do you know it’s not a dream? “

“So you are telling me this is a dream?  Bloody hell.  How do you know?” he asks.

“I usually always know when I am dreaming.” And we walk to a patio and look at this city with animated billboards, it’s quite riveting and beautiful.

“Look at that billboard,” I tell him, and I start to warp the images and make the people distort.  “See, I just warped the people because it’s a dream, very easy to do.”

He gets excited and amazed, “Jesus if this is a dream, it’s amazing. “ he tells me.

“I know, they dreams are amazing.  Just focus on it and look at how beautiful dreams are.” I tell him.

He becomes a younger version of himself filled with enthusiasm and curiosity.  We go back into the party, and he asks me how long I’ve been doing this (dreaming).

“As often as I can.  I can eat what I want, drink what I want and do what I want with zero consequences.” I tell him, “I’m literally living the dream.”

We start to mingle with other party guests, and I decide to let them on that it was a dream also.  Gordon goes and sits on a couch.  I choose to dig into some of the food and drink, which was all very tasty.  Some of the guests are passing a joint and offer me a hit.  It’s a dream so why not.  I puff away, but it doesn’t have any effect.

It goes on for quite some time, I just chill and have fun hanging out partying having my fill of great food and drink.  Then wake up.  Gotta love living a second life in this wonderful world of dreams.  They really are meant to be conscious in.  Such a higher quality experience when you are fully awake in these night-time adventures.