Jan 25, 2018 – A one hour nap turns into a very epic and long Lucid Dream in South Korea.

Today’s lucid dream took a long time before I realized I was dreaming at all. Again with the challenge of not having a lot of time to sleep before having to wake up and get ready for work. But that is the challenge of being a dreamer in today’s very hectic and busy lifestyle with it’s constant demands.

Like with all dreams, I start with the same approach using WBTB and WILD as the starting point, if WILD takes too much time, I drop into sleep using MILD as the safety net now relying on reality-checks to break through the unconscious immersion caused by loosing conscious control along the way.

The dream starts where I am going to fly to South Korea. I have my mother drive me to the airport and have luggage, my passport and itinerary. I go through security and board the plane. When on the plane I closed my eyes to sleep, this caused the dream to fast forward and I find myself in South Korea where I am meeting with my host family.

They have a young boy who speaks English, his mother does not. He becomes the interpreter. We go to their house, and it’s in this community almost like a resort. It’s near the ocean and I find myself admiring the scenery. There are nice wooden fences with these beautiful gardens with flowers everywhere. It was a very nice change of scenery.

We settle in at the house and the family wants to go to the beach, so we gather our things and walk down a path to a flight of stairs and find a spot. The ocean stretches out into the horizon, the is a bit of fog on the water.

On the horizon there are a fleet of ships slowly moving towards the shore and now South Korean military start to flood the beach setting up guns and firing positions. The fleet of ships approach and it is an army of North Korean troops but they are in large wooden row boats. They are in uniform but completely unarmed.

The troops start to get into the water and they wave to the people on the shore. They show they are unarmed and have their hands up, slowly they walk forward. Some South Korean soldiers enter the water to greet them and they start to shake hands.

Soon more South and North Korean soldiers start to greet each other and the North Koreans are welcomed ashore where they start to embrace and hug the South Koreans. Everyone is happy. I’m not sure what to make of this, are they surrendering, defecting or just here for a visit?

What ever the case, I was very happy to see such joy amongst them. There were news crews filming and reporters starting to interview the soldiers but I couldn’t understand a single word. I was all in a language I do not speak.

The family I am with wants to leave and go back to the house. I have to go to this class where I am now learning Korean. I’m completely clueless with the language and feel embarrassed that I don’t know a single word. Whether or not the words I was learning was Korean or not, I don’t know. The dream went on far to long after this point and I don’t really remember what I was learning other than it seemed like Korean, would be nice to pull a few words out of the dream to check.

After school was done, I met with the son who spoke English and he took me back to the home for dinner. His mom is busy in the kitchen cooking and I find out she doesn’t really like me that much mostly because of my name. For some reason that name offends her.

We eat some thick udon noodle dish with rich green vegetables and rice. I am tired from the flight and they take me to my room where I crawl into bed, thinking about the North Korean event earlier that day. I fall asleep and dream about the invasion then wake up.

I’m back in the same dream, the same room. I get up confused and the family have the TV on which a news article covering the North Korean event. It was a bid for peace and unification. There was also this celebration and parade in the news clip.

I thought to myself, “This was real? I thought it was a dream?” I couldn’t believe that it happened, it didn’t make sense and this is where the reality check started to emerge. Once I start questioning and thinking in the dream it’s a sign I am becoming lucid and conscious that I am dreaming.

It’s quite the thing to wake up into a very strange or different environment. I looked around remembering the earlier unconscious portion of the dream and became quite happy with the fact here I was in this very rich vivid reality which is nothing more than some time of subconscious simulation. Once I knew it was a dream, I locked in my awareness and decided I wanted to take advantage of the nice scenery, really soak in this idea that I was in South Korea.

I tell the boy that I wanted to go for a walk and see what kind of wild life and plants are here. He says he will take me on a tour. We walk outside and the same path, gardens, fences where there as before.

On the ground, we had a dirt path that was wet and a little muddy. I could see a small dead frog lying on it’s back, so I bent down and flipped it’s limp body over. Then I notice some kids playing with this circular lifeform in the mud. They were running their finger around in a circle causing the lifeform to become wider.

I ask my guide what that was, he told me a word in Korean, again no idea what it was on waking, but he said it was dangerous if you played with it too long. Which got my curiosity up because I’ve never seen something like this before.

I knelt down and ran my finger around one of the creatures, it was basically a flat circle, felt fleshy like a sea anemone. As I ran my finger in a circle, the width became larger until it reached about a foot in diameter. It was cool to the touch. I pressed a finger into it, very much felt like pressing into some dense flesh blob.

The kid said I was going to wake it up and told me to stop but I was curious being that I knew it was a dream now. The strange creature begins to bubble and water and mud start to flow over it and suddenly this 3 foot long creature with a poisonous barb shoots up and arcs downward striking the kid in the leg. It was like a worm/scorpion tail, once it struck it went back into the hole.

Nothing like a good dream jump scare, I was now all concerned about the kid and asked him if the creature was poisonous to which he replied yes. So I pick him up and run him back to the house to tell his mom what happened but language barrier is heavy in this dream.

She doesn’t understand what I am saying, her son’s leg has a nasty cut on it. The I realize it’s just dream drama and I was simply becoming semi-lucid. A poisoned wound, nothing I can’t fix. I used dream control on the kids leg by putting my hand over the wound and it healed up instantly.

He was now shocked and amazed. He starts telling his mother something in Korean and she became excited. “You are a healer! You can heal people!” he yells with joy. They have a sick grandmother who I never met, because she was bed ridden and they want me to heal her.

I don’t want to get caught up in the dream’s drama. It’s these points where the dream can pull you back into immersion causing a loss in lucidity so I sat down at the table and put my hand on it to anchor. I looked at my hand as a focus point and did the usual stabilization.

The mom took this as a sign that I wanted to eat, so now she’s eagerly back in the kitchen cooking food. I laugh, and watch the drama but don’t engage it. She makes some toast and the boy is asking me all these questions about healing.

I look at him and smile, with my hand on the table I tell him, “Look at my hand.”

He does and I cause the top of the table to reveal the hypnagogic mesh, as the top layer fades and this swirling dynamic hypnagogic mesh appears. It just stuns him, he has no idea what he is looking at.

“I can heal here because it’s just a dream.” I tell him. “This is just a simulation.”

His mother comes over with the toast and sets it in front of me then looks at the table with the hypnagogic mesh swirling mixed in with the table textures. “So you don’t like my name?” I muse as I pick up a piece of toast.

I hold it as she looks over my shoulder and take my other hand pointing my index finger at it. My finger emits a lazer like beam which etches the toast and I write my name in it. The writing effectively is burned in text. I pass her the toast that has my name now etched in it.

The dream changes slightly as this woman appears on the upper level of the house standing over a railing and she shouts, “Dreamer! I know it’s you. It’s your dream, so you control everything. Very clever.”

I look up at her and smile. I think about controlling the dream, how thought is forming the deep richness I am finding in the immersion of this simulated reality.

“It’s better to dream, than not at all.” I tell her.

The dream collapses into the void, I am now in empty space just focusing on self-awareness and the creative potential of this ability to think in such amazing simulated reality. It feels good, calm and peaceful being there but that only lasts for a brief moment as I then wake up.

I lie in bed and review the dream, admiring how something as simple as a hour long nap could yield such a colorful and creative scenario. I’ve never been to South Korea, and don’t imagine this is something I ever will do. Yet here for a brief moment I was able to travel to some distant location, mix in with a culture that is foreign to me and the reward is having a very interesting experience to add to my long list of dream experiences.

As for time in this dream, the perception of time in dreams proves that we can experience stretched time. In that hour of sleep to incubate this very long and interesting dream is part of the wonder that keeps me chasing this ability to dream each night. Why not? It is always fun, entertaining and rewarding. Love it so much more than TV and video games. Living a second life of which I have no problems with.

I also came across this great article on lucid dreaming on MSN, the science that this is a real phenomena now has evidence, not that I need a scientist to tell me what 30 years of lucid dream exploration has proven again and again. Lucid dreaming is the real deal, not some belief-system rather a true means by which we can cultivate conscious self-aware experience.

https://www.msn.com/en-ca/news/other/how-you-can-control-your-dreams/vi-AAv1P4X?refvid=AAv7yIw

Jan 23, 2018 – One hour of sleep turned into at least 8 hours of Lucid and Semi-Lucid dreams.

Today’s lucid dream was very long. What made it more magical was it took place during my second sleep. I had 1 hour 20 minutes to sleep before my alarm and went to bed at 7:10am. The first part of this technique is using the WBTB (Wake-back-to-bed) method combined with WILD. I also setup MILD as my safety net should I fall asleep and need to do dream reality checks.

In this case, it was taking too long to fall asleep probably spent 30 minutes relaxing, moving into the required focus state, not having much time left I just let myself fall asleep relying on MILD. This means I will require a reality-check to become self-aware in the dream.

All of the techniques I use are covered in this article: http://youaredreaming.org/2017/08/19/progressive-guide-lucid-dreaming/

The dream starts and I am walking near a supermarket that looks closed. It’s night time and these two kids go inside and I decide to see if they are open. I walk in and ask a janitor standing by the checkout counter if the supermarket was closed.

“You’re here so we’ll let you shop.” he said as he leaned over the handle of his mop.

There was a cart near by so I took it and started to push it. The handle had a plastic roll around it, felt solid and real to the touch. I walked past the checkout stands, the lighting is somewhat dimmed and there are not a lot of people. I walk over to the produce section, and at this point the dream is very vivid and realistic. It is this level of realism which makes it difficult to preform a reality check because there aren’t any clues that it might be a dream presented in a rather mundane and normal event.

In the grocery isle I saw a section of hot peppers and one of the peppers were Trinidad Moruga Scorpion, the second hottest pepper in the world. All the peppers had tags which I was reading, no problems reading text. They were all named normally and as one would expect in a pepper isle. In real life, I’ve never seen a Scorpion pepper, let alone fresh ones. I’ve always wanted to try one and suddenly here was my chance. I picked it up and looked at it. It was green though not red and bit into it excited to see how hot it would be. Biting into it was identical to biting into a raw Jalapeño with the texture and skin being firm and crisp.

I started to chew and it tasted like a Jalapeño, and the heat level started to climb. I could feel the sharp intensity of heat fill my mouth but it peaked at about a cyan, hotter than a fresh Jalapeño but not nearly as hot as 1 million scoville ghost pepper extract that I have had in waking life.

I took a few more bites this time getting some of the seeds, and grinded them hoping to release more heat but the heat level never increased past the first peak. I was a bit disappointed because it wasn’t meeting my expectations of a burning hard to handle intensity.

This female clerk walked by and I complained that the Scorpion pepper wasn’t very hot. She told me that they should be and no one has complained about them ever being not hot enough. I grabbed another one and ate the whole thing at once, I could feel the juice of the pepper plus the seeds as I chewed on it. Again, no real intense heat past the first peak.

This caused me to think about it, which is a good thing. It is the ability to pause in the dream and introduce that analytical logic which is critical for a reality check. I thought maybe it wasn’t hot enough because in reality, this is a dream? The moment I thought about the possibility, I became self-aware and conscious. It was in fact a dream.

I smiled at the clerk with my new found knowledge and paused to stabilize my awareness, affirming to myself that I was indeed in a dream. I remembered going to bed and laying down then appearing in the dream setting near the mall, the realism however was stunning.

I looked at all the grocery isles full of products and boxes. It was indistinguishable from waking reality, a perfect simulation of a grocery store. Having lucid dreamed for 30 years, a large focus has been on improving 3 aspects of cognition I view as vital for super-sensory real 100% immersive dream experiences. Memory, Awareness and Perception during daily cognitive mapping and all-day-awareness exercises pay off in dreams this real. So I took some time to appreciate the artistry of dreaming.

I wanted to relax and just watch the dream, so sat on this bench near a wall. At this point more dream characters started to populate the shopping mall. I watched as they shopped around and this one lady decided to sit on the bench beside me.

She starts to talk to me, she has long brown wavy hair and some small bead piercings near her eyes. I don’t recognize her from my waking life and tell her I am just sitting here watching the dream. This changes the conversation to her now had her interested in the idea of it being a dream.

“You think this is a dream?” she asks.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I reply.

“No, not really. Seems pretty real to me.” she replies.

“Dreams are often very real, that is why it’s hard to realize they are dreams at all. But I assure you, this is a dream. I’m just sitting here enjoying it, admiring the people as they go about their business.” I reply.

She smiles and then ends up taking my hand and pulled herself close to me resting her head on my shoulder. “I like dreaming with you.” she said.

I smiled, I could feel the warmth of her hand, even the solidity of bone. The realism again perfect in every sensory detail. She even smelled of nice perfume and I could smell her hair. I recalled my intention, I wanted to make the dream last as long as I could knowing I only had a small amount of time to dream.

Holding her hand was a perfect opportunity to anchor myself in the dream and relax so we just sat there while I reviewed how aware I was making sure I was conscious and not in a state of semi-lucid. Satisfied, I told here that I was going to explore the dream a little more before I wake up and let her hand go.

She nodded and I stood up and walked out of the grocery store. Outside, it had become daytime and the parking lot had a family of ducks with babies. There were also small chicks mixed in. People were admiring them as they paraded through the parking lot. It was quite a large number, probably 50 or more baby ducks and chicks.

Then I saw this boy keel down and start to pet one of the ducklings. They all started to surround him and some other dream characters also started to pick them up. I thought what a great idea.

I walked over and went on my hands and knees, as my hand was lowering to the pavement this chick darted right under it and I could feel my hand press it into the concrete but pulled back. I could even feel the solidity of it’s skull resisting against the pressure wedged in between my hand and the cement.

I picked the poor guy up, he was a chick not a duckling and had a yellow and brown pattern on it with a small beak. It loved being petted and felt very soft. I cupped it in my hand and scratched it on the neck admiring the realism of the dream as always. Such a goodness here when dreams are like this.

I put the chick down and watched it run off to join the others. People were now throwing feed down and the adults and babies started to pick away at it. Some adult chickens started to emerge when the food arrived.

I put my hand down and a couple of chicks started to peck at my fingers. The tactile feedback was perfect, I could feel the slightest pinch against the skin as they pecked away. I pushed a small pile of feed their way and they stated to eat that instead.

These two adult chickens charged them scaring them away. One of them turned on me and started to aggressively peck at my hand which I just allowed, again when dreaming it’s fun just to observe the interactions, the realism. I started to tease it by putting my hand forward for it to attack then pulling it away at the last minute.

The adult chicken was now furious making noises and the dream was slowly shifting as a triangular chicken wire fence started to appear and I noticed the shift from the parking lot to a pen. There was a hole just large enough for it to stick it’s head through. I still played the game with it, but this time would try to gently hold it’s beak when it stuck it’s head through. What I liked was the animation of it’s comb and wattles on it’s neck. They also felt perfectly real, I was more or less just examining and enjoying the dream at the same time.

When I stood up to look at the chicken pen, the whole dream had shifted. I was now on a farm with beautiful trees. There was an old saw mill near by, a nice creek with a trail. The sky was clear and blue.

The entire setting was fully transformed with my attention being focused on the chicks. What I liked about this segue is how intelligently transitional and slight it was while my attention was distracted on a single focus point. It had a very natural flow incorporating details from the old dream in the transition to the new setting.

In this new dream setting the farm was very nice. Of course I love to explore these environments so went for a walk looking at the details. I always like rivers and creeks so walked along side of that looking at the trees just enjoying watching the dream unfold.

I walked back to the house and met my RL father who started to talk with me about the farm. Asking if I fed the chickens like he asked. Of course this didn’t happen as I was never asked, but I nodded and played along. I asked him who’s farm it was which made him open up about the farm being my grandfathers (all grandparents now have moved on and I don’t remember them owning a farm with a sawmill). My mom’s father worked at a sawmill so likely these residual memories shaping this dream plot.

He wanted me to help him at the mill and I didn’t mind playing along, we went and started to work. I did notice that the weight of the lumber was not like in real life, definitely very easy and light to lift. We were debarking trees and cutting them into planks, stacking the planks into lumber stacks all old school which I liked.

When done I went back to the house and had lost full lucidity, so was in a semi-lucid state. I lost some details but ended up going to bed and because of real-life habit started my entire dream routine before entering that bed, including attention focusing while my dream body now fell asleep.

This let me segue from this dream to a new one. The new one started almost immediately when I fell asleep as this person was now over top of me jumping up and down trying to wake me. He was some guy whit blond hair, stubble beard, head shaved slightly on one side with some fade patterns. Had no idea who he was but apparently he had some TV show and I was going to be on it.

I was confused because I now woke up from a dream into this environment and had to regain lucid control from the unconscious state. This character was driving the dream drama as a distraction however as I never seen this person before it was very apparent by the look and behavior I was yet again in another dream.

I even took a moment to remember the prior dream refreshing my memory and realizing that I had fallen asleep in that dream to transition to this new one.

In this dream, there were to main characters this person who had a TV show and his friend who was African, a little on the heavy side with a bald head and glasses. It actually became a very long dream so won’t get to much details short of I even had to go to sleep again in this dream and like before this guy wakes me up.

The next day we are working on the show and some radio podcast. In the second day however his 1 hour show was canceled and he became very upset over it. I was slipping in and out of lucidity through out the dream due to the long length of activity.

Finally I left when I regained lucid control going for a walk where when I passed by a baseball field there was this seemingly abandoned dog which a person called me over to see if I was his owner. I wasn’t but didn’t mind taking a moment to pet the dog.

I decided to take it with me for a walk to find it’s owner. I grabbed the leash and we walked down a flight of concrete stairs which ended up in this underground complex that had a large gymnasium that was fitted for a concert. The person playing in the concert was the dog’s owner and I reunited them.

Shortly after, I woke up.

So for 1 hour of sleep, this is what I was able to incubate for a dream and I feel it lasted way longer than an hour. How many hours, I would say it felt like at least 8 spanning 3 days in the dream but on waking it seems like that sense of time collapses.

I achieved my goal however, of incubating a very long dream in a short period of time which is one of my personal daily dream goals, to make these wonderful experiences last as long as possible to give a buffer of time between waking and sleep adding to my life with new experiences. It’s such a win-win.