March 24th, 2018 – Nice lucid dream at the start of my normal sleep routine.

I had a pretty fun lucid dream during my normally non-lucid sleep cycle. It’s the weekend, no work so no excuse to write down some lucid dreams should I have them.

I’m on the street parking my car in this stall that belongs to a pizza place that I wasn’t going to because I wanted to go to an arcade beside it.

The was a cop that parked a police truck behind me, and I realized that I was dreaming so though it would be funny to the cop to see me lift up my car and move it to another stall which I did. The car was weightless, no effort in moving it needed.

In the arcade there was this man with a dog, he was sitting on a couch and the dog was behind him, and he was sitting on his dog, but being a dream I didn’t really care about that particular detail  considering where I was.

I go to check some of the games, being that it’s a dream I thought must be cool to see video games in an arcade inside a dream. I play one and it’s just playing a real game, you would think it was a real arcade and some game developer spent the last year with a team creating it. It was more old school 2d scroller like defender but still really fun to play.

I see myself and I don’t look like I do in real life. I was another person, kind of nerdier looking than normal. I had almost a stereotypical look of geekiness with a bowl cut hair style, white shirt, pocket protector, suspenders I mean it was funny. I didn’t mind seeing myself this way because I knew again it was a dream, I was fully conscious and I can play along in these role-playing like simulations just fine.

But being that I looked that way the dream characters were treating me not so kindly. There was this one guy kind of your stereotypical jock with longer hair, I must have been in some retro-80’s theme because he looked like he had banger hair. He was giving a hard time calling me names like geek and nerd but his girl friend didn’t like his attitude towards me. She was also kind of stereotypical with a white dress, hair with a ribbon and comes up to me and apologizes for her boyfriend.

I tell her I really don’t mind, it’s just a dream. I don’t really look like this, more a 46 year old fat guy thing going in real life. She laughs thinking that was really funny. But I decide to just be honest with this dream character and tell her, “No really, I’m not actually this guy at all, I am in a dream, I am dreaming and actually I think I self-identify as a dreamer not a human when I am here.”

She finds that reply very interesting, “What do you mean it’s a dream?”

I tell her, “Well, I love to dream so here I am enjoying a wonderful and slightly strange dream.”

She asks me, “How long have you been aware that you are dreaming?”

I laugh and tell her, “Oh for a very very long time. This isn’t my first lucid dream.”

Her boyfriend is looking angry at me by this point. He doesn’t like me talking with her. He stands off not to far making sure he can listen in and see me.

She asks me, “Would you like to go for a walk?”

“Sure” I tell her and we leave the Arcade. As I leave I still see the man sitting on his dog on the couch and shake my head. “That’s just weird dude.” I tell him.

Her boyfriend is pissed and he follows, as I walk I kind of taunt him by shaking my hips and pointing my finger at his girlfriend as she walks ahead leading the way. He looks at me and scowls. I laugh. We walk to some lot that has a forklift and she is asking me questions like, “Is this a dream for real?” and I just nod or say yes.

Finally her boyfriend has had enough, he grabs me in a head lock and yells at me to leave her alone. “She’s the one who asked me to go for a walk so we could talk, not you.” I tell him.

I break the head lock and push him back a few feet. “You really don’t want to pick a fight with me.” I tell him. “Not here at least.” and I force push him back like a jedi. He runs off yelling he will be back with his friends to kick my ass. His girlfriend telling him to just go and not come back. I tell her he can come back if he want’s but I’m more than ready for him. I decide to anchor myself at this point because I was aware the dream was creating drama. I rooted myself in the dream and my persona breaks as I shift into who I more or less appear as in waking life but I beef up the dream avatar so a nicer muscular look I mean… it’s a dream so why not. And not only do I look younger but I like the vitality feeling of the muscles, I feel physically strong in this simulated body. I laugh and tell her, “See, I’m ready.” And I throw up a couple of fists and impersonate Donald Duck’s classic boxing pose.

She becomes interested in the forklift and wants to try to raise the forks etc. I think it’s kind of fun too being a dream and all so no real sense of danger. I ride on the forks as she raises them but I notice the engineering of the forklift is all wrong. It has an obvious cartoon like appeal to the gears and the more I look at the off details the more exaggerated they become but regardless it still lifts up and down fine.

“See, dreaming is fun.” I tell her.

“I still don’t know how you know this is a dream?” she asks. And we start to walk, I look up at the sky and see stars but I shape them into a fractal cluster pattern and she looks up seeing them shift. “Are you doing that?” she asks.

“Doing what?” I reply.

“Making the stars move.” she notes.

“I can do more than make the stars move.” I tell her as I cause the sky to start to transform into a fractal pattern and animate. “I love fractals, and this is a great place practice the art.”

The sky animates beautifully and she is just amazed and spell bound by it. “You really are dreaming! It’s beautiful.” she tells me.

“It’s just fun, like living art for me. Always something new and exciting.” I tell her. I cause a ghost form of my former identity to fly in the sky his nerdy look with a super man fist sticking out and the other to his chest, but the legs are more ghost wisps like a dress.

We walk back to the arcade but it has changed to some type of martial arts temple. She goes inside first but I stop because the guy with the couch is now outside and he is still sitting on his dog. “Really? You are going to sit on your dog all day?” I tell him and shake my head. I notice she is gone and I walk inside the building. The entrance room is dark, there are these ornate pillars with these circular wheel like centers at each joint.

Her boyfriend is there and he’s pissed he lunges at me but instead of fighting him like he expected I put out my hand and go a little more like Darth Vader causing his momentum to completely stop. While this is happening these other shadow figures start to crawl down the pillars like Gollum. His face turns ghoulish, a gray zombie like skin and eyes bulging. I laugh and use my focus to strip this dark energy out from him but of course it has to go into me, and I can feel it briefly causing me to transform like he did but I snap back.

Two other figures attack they too have this ghoul like look and same technique I just suck that dark energy out of the both of them and root myself. This other figure emerges from the ceiling and I pull out this plastic bottle cap, charge it and flick it at him causing this force like explosion which knocks him up against the ceiling.  Kind of like Gambit from Xmen, who said reading comics was a waste of time.  Maybe in the real world but here you can emulate all sorts of super powers.

I drop down to do a super-leap and jump up to the top level where I see an opening. I walk down this hall and it opens up back into a normal room where on this couch sits his girlfriend and another girl. She lights up happy to see me.

“You’re boyfriend has some serious jealousy issues.” I tell her.

She asks me if I was ok and I reply, “I’m fine, nothing I can’t handle. Like I said, I know it’s a dream so I can cheat a little.”

Her friend stands up and gives me a hug. Then has me sit down between the two of them on the couch, and I check, there is no dog. Not much to report after though because apparently a full bladder is a great interruption to a fun dream and woke up. I guess I should have practiced by way of the bathroom before sleep.

Fortunately, this let me go back to sleep and have another lucid dream, except I lost lucidity in it part way through so it’s pretty layered under other dreams. What I do remember of it, I was at some movie theater where they had this draw to be on a talk show. When I realized I was dreaming, I didn’t stabilize or ground so that didn’t help establish a good solid connection in the dream. Likely why I slipped into a non-lucid dream shortly after.

But while lucid, I wasn’t picked for the show but though it would be fun to just go anyways, so I went with this group of people and just created my own invitation to the show. The problem was the long flight, the dream kindly made a requirement to fly which I foolishly engaged thinking that I had to travel to the show and that is when I let the dream drama finally win and draw me back into the immersion of the dream. The rest of the dream was really long, so it was hard to remember even the lucid part on waking. Probably needed the sleep.

March 22, 2018 – Lucid Dream Catch-up

Not going to lie, have a May 1st deadline on a huge overhaul on an application with a website design stacked on top of that plus all the daily support calls I get at my work makes for some very long days, cuts deep into my ability to write very in-depth dreams entries. If you ever wonder why I seem to disappear and re-appear on-line it is my career path.

I think it’s worth mentioning because my work can be so demanding my sleep can be 4-5 hours a night and I still manage to lucid dream under the intense stress and anxiety that it causes. In fact, I find if I can stretch the time in dreams it feels like I’ve been away from here and asleep for a very long time.

The problem isn’t in lucid dreaming it’s having the time to write them down afterwards. I haven’t had any real fantasy driven ones, took a break from Genre Specific Lucid Dreaming and opted into just letting the dreams flow without overlaying the content with some projections of fantasy.

Yesterdays lucid dream March 21, 2018 during a nap was amazing in that time stretched. The start of the dream I was in some city for a concert when I became conscious I was dreaming. This let me explore the city and I saw this really odd hotel called, “The Hemp” and the building was painted purple with bright yellow and graffiti everywhere.

The concept for the hotel was that it had a large dispensary and you could smoke in your hotel room. I wasn’t interested in smoking weed but the hotel was too jazzed up with art and was to interesting not to explore. When I went inside to find out the pricing, the clerk just gave me a room key. I noticed that the place inside was a mess, very unkempt. My room was also a mess, but I didn’t care.

I spent quite a bit of time at this hotel including sleeping at my room and going about the city, at one point flying in the hotel lobby because I was bored of walking. Shortly after I ended up changing settings to go back to TMI. While at TMI I was back at a CHEC unit for a room, but this time I knew I was just dreaming that I was back there however had really amazing discussions with the dream characters regarding the nature of dreaming.

It was nice, I was able to go back out side and walk around again. At TMI there is this massive crystal and it was very fun to go there and check it out in a lucid dream. Unfortunately, all the dream characters were not from my group. They were all new actors in this dream. That was probably the only disappointment. Wanted to really log this dream but had to be at work in less that 30 minutes after waking up and was there for almost 12 hours.

Todays Lucid dream, I wanted to log because it had one of my TMI facilitators in it. Thought I should just write it down before rushing out to work early. The dream lasted a very long time, and the start into it is already faded I took to much time writing about my dream from yesterday.

However, when I became conscious in the dream it’s much easier to remember than when I was unconscious leading up to that moment. I was walking along a beach by this point enjoying the beauty of the setting and saw him working on a boat.

I walked up and said, “I knew I remembered seeing you in my dreams.” and he looks at me.

“We have to get this boat ready before the storm comes!” he tells me.

I look at the boat and it is made entirely from Styrofoam, I mean it may as well have been an over sized coffee cup but in the shape of a boat. I touch the outer hull which has about 1″ thickness and laugh thinking, “Only in a dream would I find a Styrofoam boat.”

“You don’t mind if I come along for a ride?” I ask him. At this point he is adding a top layer and sawing a hatch into it. I’m also thinking he’s going to cut right through the entire boat as he’s sawing away.

“No, I’m almost done this hatch then we can go inside.” he tells me.

The hatch opens up to a fairly spacious interior and I was surprised at it, the dream obviously changing the boat somewhat to make up for some spacial depth inconsistencies. I climb in and again everything feels flimsy, there a even rivets made of Styrofoam and it feels like stepping on foam.

There were small little rooms in the inside. And some other people just so happened to already be inside (now fully furnished with sleeping bags and lights). I recognize another person from my TMI group, she’s in one of the small rooms lying down in a sleeping blanked, she has some small teddy bear with big eyes.

She’s concerned about the storm, but I tell her not to worry. “It’s just a dream. There’s nothing to worry about.” I tell her.

She looks at me, “Do you really think so?”

“We are on a boat made of Styrofoam, it doesn’t get any more dream than that.” I laugh.

She smiles and we start to talk more. We get into a discussion about dreams, and how immersive they are. How when we are in one it is hard to break out of the immersion due to the intense realism and psychological inhibitors that cause unconsciousness.

I could feel the boat moving on the water, the boat and it’s unusually flimsy material would kind of flex and bend with the waves. This did give the ride a very uneasy feeling. I decide to lie down in the next little room, it had a really nice thick and soft sleeping blanket. I close my eyes and drift off into sleep.

When I wake back up, I am still in the same dream in my sleeping bag and am surprised that I fell asleep in the dream. I must have lost some lucidity and quickly re-orientate myself with the fact that the dream is still going on strong.

The boat is still Styrofoam. I walk to the hatch and go outside to see the Ocean. I see Steve and he’s got a telescope scanning the horizon. Gives me a back story on how the storm swept us off coarse and that he had no idea where we were.

I laugh, “Probably in the same dream where we last left off.” The ocean however was very nice, as far as I could see. Rolling waves and all the nice fluffy clouds in the sky. I decide to just enjoy the view and setting for a bit.

Then we spot a dock and make our way. It’s kind of funny because we end up in Cuba of all places. And we are met with military police to whom I have a hard time talking to because they don’t speak any English.

Finally someone does and I explain to them that we were lost at sea due to a storm which somehow brought us to Cuba. He wants to see passports and I don’t have mine, and being a dream… I really don’t care.

I was more interested in the military uniform’s decoration. The dock and the other boats that unlike the one we road in on, were actually authentic looking in every way. A group of us unload from the boat and walk down the pier to this building which is more like a house.

We go inside while they figure out what they are going to do with us. This girl that I meet in side tells me that they are going to arrest me and my friends. I end up taking the bait, falling for dream drama which is a good indicator that my lucidity had declined so I was now in more of a semi-lucid state.

This concerned me that my friends and I would be arrested in Cuba so I walked over to another boat to see if I could get them to help us escape only to find out they were all part of the same group. They ask me how I got there and where we were from which if you know me in dreams, any kind of rationalization always brings me back into focus.

I snap back into lucidity after trying to answer all the questions and when I realize I am still in this dream I laugh, the drama of being arrested and all the nonsense suddenly didn’t matter.

I took a good look at the people I was with, I didn’t recognize a single person and they certainly looked Cuban. Now I just wanted to have a cigar and check out the setting as I’ve never been to Cuba before, this would be the first time to even dream about it.

I walk back into the house and they are preparing dinner for us. It smells really good, spicy. Now this is more like it, some hospitality and good food. People are sitting around the table and I go have a seat.

The food looks really amazing, best of all it smells fantastic but they take too much time setting the table, getting everything in place and finally serving it. Before I get to try the food, I wake up.

Well, why stop there right? So back to sleep I go and here are 3 other lucid dreams that followed.

This dream I starts as I am falling asleep and I it starts like a 2D window where I see a classroom, the outside of the window is like a white static noise tunnel and the image snaps into my REM screen locking in as I wake up sitting at a desk with a person next to me talking about wanting to learn about lucid dreaming.

“If you are already meeting me, you are already in a dream.” I tell him.

I put my hand on the desk and stabilize my focus and awareness. “You need to teach this class, you know more about dreams than anyone here.”

I look at him, “Why would I teach a class on lucid dreaming inside an already existing lucid dream. This already is a dream, you are just one realization away from knowing this fact.” I tell him.

He looks at me with excitement, “You mean, this is already a dream?”

“Kind of obvious isn’t it?” I tell him.

“No, not really it looks so real” he replies. “I read you can change the dream, how did you really put a triangle on your hand.” he asks me.

“Yes, it’s right here.” I tell him as I show him my hand. Being as it’s a dream, I make the triangle now vibrant and glowing.

“Dude! That’s amazing! How did you do that!” he replies excited.

“Like you said, I changed the dream.” I replied.

The classroom is full of people and I see this woman walk in with dark hair, she is wearing a dark red outfit with possibly black flowers on it. I recognize her from an old past dream. In that dream she was a real trouble maker causing problems for me. I made a note to not interact assuming it will just generate dream drama.

I go over to another area of the class room and sit down. These older ladies join me, all of them in tears. I find out they are suffering from grief over the death of someone they knew.

An exterior noise in real-life wakes me up. I could get up and go to work early but was having fun being conscious in my dreams so why not go for round 3.

I relax back into sleep and enter another dream where I am on an Airplane and land in this airport. The location looks middle eastern and I find out that I have arrived in Iran. I’m not sure what City but as I walk to the baggage claim I see Dr. Art Funkhouser who is excited to meet me.

Knowing it was a dream made it a pleasant encounter, I haven’t had a dream with Art in it for quite some years. He tells me to sit at a table that he needs to gather a few more people saying we all need to meet here.

Foolishly I agree and let him walk off while I orientate myself that I am dreaming and also very interested as to why I would be in Iran of all places in this dream. It is very busy at the airport and people are bustling about.

I also notice I can’t read any of the signs as it’s in Arabic. I sit patiently waiting for Art to return then start to rationalize the idea that maybe being a dream he isn’t going to return and I am just complying to dream drama.

I decide to go look for him and walk through the airport but no luck. Finally I go outside and there is a white pick-up truck, it’s somewhat old and worn. But it’s a shuttle to a hotel and we have to sit in the back of the cab.

I jump in and go for a ride, there are several people in the cab with me. I’m a bit nervous being in this new location but easily remedy any fear with the knowing it’s just a dream and decided site seeing would be fun.

We drive through many lights into this city and I decide I’ve had enough fun in the truck and jump out on the next stop. It’s very interesting to see all these new sights, places I clearly never have been in my waking life.

I cross a street and start walking down a side walk, cars drive by and the buildings look vivid and real. Like all dreams, the realism was exquisite. I still wanted to find Art but the amount of time spent driving and walking expired the dream as I woke up.

Still having time to sleep before work, I decided one more round of lucid dreaming and this one was a lot of fun because I ended up hanging out with Jason Mews from Clerks but as his Jay character.

Which was fun, we were just goofing around talking shit the whole time. Great dream role-playing which I always enjoy.

Finally woke up. Decided had to at least write one night session down.

Will be very sporadic as my work load is quite extensive at the moment.

Coming back from my vacation wasn’t without consequence, took me until Thursday of last week to just catch up on backlog.  Now I have a huge work load, and am working very long days with very little time for personal writings.  That said I am still lucid dreaming in fact having some of the best ones of late with no time to record them down.

Unless I don’t want to sleep at all, I’ll be sporadic until I complete all the projects under my belt so best get back to it, just wanted to do a quick post before I dive back into this demanding pile of things to do.

March 2nd to March 11th, 2018 – My Journey to the Monroe Institute.

Once in a blue moon, life can lift you into an unforeseen adventure like some protagonist unknowingly lured into a mystical journey and a break from the mundane. Being at the Monroe Institute was like walking into a real-life episode of Altered Carbon fused with Black Mirror with a dash of Inception. 

What would read as pure fiction would be with no doubts one of the most real experiences I have ever lived. Let’s tumble down the rabbit hole shall we?

The beginning of the journey already had this uncanny series of unforeseen circumstances. Unknown to myself at the time, (March 2nd, 2018) a large storm had hit the East Coast. Over 3,000 flights on the East Coast had been canceled do to Nor’Easter, the second in a week dubbed the “Bomb” cyclone. 

The airport in Kelowna at 5:00am in the morning was the busiest I have ever seen. Mind you I don’t travel that much and thought maybe it is always this busy on a Friday morning. The line-up was massive, so I wait until the Kiosk clears avoiding the line to the flight attendant counter. To my dismay, my passport and travel code were being rejected. This stewardess attempts to help me seeing me scratch my head in confusion, only to confirm the bad news. I had to go through the larger line.

Reluctantly I walk to the back of the line and wait another 30 minutes before I arrive at the guest counter. It turns out my bag was not going to make it all the way to my destination. The friendly attendant informs me she has to phone to have the back properly routed. She asked if my itinerary had changed and I said that it had, showing her the most recent version.

No problem”, she says. “Someone must have made a mistake connecting your bag to your flights. We can have that fixed shortly.”

Thank-you!” I tell her, “I couldn’t imagine arriving to my destination without my bag. I’ve been wanting to go on this trip for 30 years, so you saved me a tremendous amount of trouble.”

She smiles and nods, “It’s going to take a while do to some cancellations.”

45 minutes later, she routes the bag. I’m already panicking that I might miss the flight and race through security. Boarding had already began and finally I was on the plane. The worse was over, I relaxed and let go of all the travel anxiety I had. Finally, my first ever vacation with only myself. My birthday is on March 15th, so this trip was also a personal present to myself. It meant the world to me.

The plane takes off and after a while I decide I better check the connecting flight having raced through security I hadn’t taken the time to look. For some strange reason the time was saying 11:38am, yet on my itinerary the time was 2:00pm. Confused, I couldn’t figure out why. Was it the time change? Finally I notice the departure date was the following day.

This instantly causes severe panic! I had a hotel booked and arranged for the Monroe Institute to pick me up at 10:30am the following day. My arrival time was now 9:00pm on the 3rd. Distraught I walked up to the front of the plane and explained my problem with the flight attendant. She looked up the reason.

Oh, looks like all flights on the East Coast have been canceled due to a severe storm.” She explains.

Frustrated at not knowing my flight changed I explained, “I wasn’t told my flight was canceled or had changed. Only that my bag was not connected.” Then I told her my dilemma of how I was on my dream vacation to a destination that took me 30 years to finally travel to for my birthday no less. I told her I understood that they cannot control the weather and realized there was nothing I could do about it until we landed in Toronto.

The whole flight I was a wreck, miserable and feeling like a big ugly cloud followed me. Was I going to be stuck in an airport for 30 hours? Where was I going to sleep? I didn’t want to pay for a hotel. My attitude was taking it all personal. Figures out of all the time I would chose to go on this adventure it would be somehow sabotaged by unforeseen circumstances.

My mind races about solutions, perhaps I could rent a car or catch a bus. There are always solutions to any problem so I assured myself everything would work out. When I arrived in Toronto, I discovered that buses also were canceled due to fallen trees and power lines, so renting a car was out of the question.

Could this trip get any worse? I was about to cancel everything and tell them to just fly me back. Defeated, I decided to complain about the situation how had I knew the flights were canceled I would have preferred to fly out the following day. In a very kind manner I explained the situation to guest services and the lady gave me a free hotel and 3 meal vouchers.

Finally, some sense of sanity among the chaos. I can handle missing the first day, I’m sure it will still be a fun adventure. I had so many questions and curiosities related to my 31 years of lucid dream experiences and consciousness during sleep adventures. I couldn’t miss this opportunity.

The next day, I check to ensure the new flights are still available. Everything is good except at the last minute a gate change happens on my last flight causing everyone to have to scramble to the other side of the Airport.

When I finally arrive in Charlottesville, to my surprise I was greeted at when my flight arrived at 7:00pm by a driver holding a Monroe Institute sign.  This was unexpected as the arrival sheet informed me that they only shuttled up to 4:00pm that day. I was prepared to taxi ride out but this was beyond welcomed after what I had gone through.  Just one of the many acts of kindness that I would be shown during my stay.

There was one more attendant who was caught up in the cancellations. For some reason the bag check dragged on with no bags. People from our flight remembering the gate change started to become concerned that maybe our bags didn’t make it. Again, a sense of anxiety hits. It takes over 45 minutes before the bags start to arrive, and finally I see mine ride down the conveyor belt.

There was another student who was caught in the cancellations. She was this very nice Asian lady filled with excitement and enthusiasm for her journey. We get to know each other as we drive towards the Institute. The damage from the storm was evident everywhere. Fallen trees that had been cut with chainsaw and their pieces pushed to the side of the roads were everywhere giving this eerie sense of being in the aftermaths in some disaster movie.

In many ways I was already thinking of the strange story like qualities of this journey, like some unseen writer had been setting a tone and mood for the introduction of the protagonist. The drive however proved quite enjoyable as we discussed lucid dreaming and out-of-body experiences. For me, it all falls under the vocabulary of consciousness during sleep.

Having arrived late, I missed out on orientation and introductions.  I am met with a group of newly arrived truth seekers who graciously accepted me into this newly emerging circle of friends.  The strangeness of it was I recognized so many of them (from past dreams) even though this is the first time meeting them in waking reality.  I was bold enough to say, “I know you.” to one of my facilitators.  Unfortunately, I didn’t have those dreams written down.  The reality is I don’t have the time to record all my dreams due to time constraints with a busy career so I focus on the fun ones. That and at this point of having over 31 years of precognitive dreams I just have gotten used to having them, I don’t need the verification of a dream journal any more to prove what I already know.

The facilitators ask me what brought me to the Monroe Institute and I told them that I have had my own out-of-body and lucid dream experiences spanning 31 years and credit Robert’s work as being some of the most insightful many things he describes were within my own experiences.  Someone asked then why did I come and I said mostly for Nostalgia (and sleep… lots of lots of sleep).

In the back of my mind however I am very attuned to this persistent deja vu sensation and faint amnesic echoes of past dreams were whispering in and out of my awareness like soft rolling clouds.  Having missed all the orientation and as it was late I was able to start to make some new friends.  As I stood in this area with a table, and pictures of foxes.  I over heard someone talking about his ability to fall asleep and dream an entire lifetime.

Now if you follow my work, and have read my paper “Dreaming a Century of Time During One Night of Sleep” which I wrote in 2010
http://youaredreaming.org/articles/dreaming-a-century-of-time-during-one-night-of-sleep/

This ability for time to stretch in dreams has been one of the most intriguing passions of mine as in my experiences I have been able to have psychological time in dreams stretch to a maximum record of 2 weeks (while lucid).  It is this time stretching phenomena that started in 1992 (I started lucid dreaming in 1987 at the age of 15) and have talked about it ever since.  Having done so I have been contacted over the years by several people who describe this phenomena of falling asleep then living an entire lifetime before they wake up.  They can grow old, have children, watch them grow old, fall asleep, dream, wake-up.  I call this being dream locked.

Now for the first time in my life, I hear a person talking openly and with enthusiasm about their experience which draws me into the conversation.  I share my pitiful 2 weeks worth of lucid awareness during such a dream.  To my surprise he was then amazed that I was lucid as in his he was not.  It’s because I am lucid that I usually get scared and bail out ending the journey into this place where time doesn’t seem to exist.

We sit down with a group of people and engage in a really amazing discussion.  Someone brings up the idea of what is behind Bob Monroe’s projector and I hear a name that strikes me as familiar, “Tumara”  from a person who I also recognize from a dream.  I look at his tattoos on his arm and realize I did dream this but in a symbolic format.  Once I realized where I could place him in my long array of dreamed experiences I also remembered the exact dream in my online dream blog.  I could pull this up and show the group.

I need to get WiFi on my phone first and scramble to get that sorted out.  I return with the dream loaded from Feb 13th and scroll to the relevant section and share it with the group.  In my dream the person’s name was Sumara, I was off by one letter.  However the nature of the conversation, the person to was now sitting across from me in waking life was indeed the same person in this past dream.

Although the dream clearly was embolden with symbolism, “The Theory of Precognitive Dreaming” something else struck me as new.  This was my first ever “Lucid Symbolic Precognitive Dream” and to be honest, I’ve been noticing this symbolic noise in my precognitive dreams lately which was one of the reasons I came to the Institute to see if I could clear up the noise.  I prefer literal precognitive dreams over symbolic versions for obvious reasons.

Regardless of the symbolic influences everyone who shared in that discussion agreed that there was far to many similarities to the conversation, the person he mentioned and the fact I described him in the dream content.  But the real key was the name. Even though it was one letter off, pulling any name from a dream is difficult. For me, it was actually seeing the person knowing it was him in the dream. I have the advantage of the originating memory of the person from the dream. The character in the dream was a match to the person I was now sharing this dream with.

The reality of proving a dream to be precognitive fails often in the dream-to-text transcription. How does a word like man, or middle eastern with tattoos give the reader any real accurate context? I’ve covered the dream-to-text problem in many articles over the years. The worse of it, this dream was immersed in symbolism making these one of the hardest dreams to prove to anyone that the symbols are actually part of the future events masked in a poor interpretation of the data. Noise does get in the way.

That night, I go to my room and for the first time see my CHEC unit which is an acronym for a Controlled Holistic Environmental Chamber. This is where I will sleep and also where all the exercises will take place. I have one of the smaller sized units and my roommate apparently canceled. This was yet another detail I had dreamed about, arriving at night at the Institute and not having a roommate was another dream I failed to record yet here I was in that exact situation. Like I said, can’t write them all down, I have hours upon hours of dreams a night in some nights I could write a novel.

The room however was wonderful, free from all the interactions with others I couldn’t wait to go to sleep, slip out and explore the Monroe Institute in non-physical. When I lie in the CHEC unit, my excitement and nostalgia is keeping me awake and I lie there just thinking about finally making it. The sense of joy and adventure was wondrous. This occurred every time I laid in the bed for either sleep or an exercise. I couldn’t get enough of that process.

Finally after 4:00am I fell asleep and slipped into full waking consciousness. I found myself walking downstairs in the Nancy Penn center but no one was present so I walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen I met this African man. He told me I should try on some costumes at which point I laughed and returned to exploring before waking up.

I shared this dream in the morning with the group. During the days that passed I didn’t notice any men working in the Kitchen but mid week, as I walked through I bumped into the very same man and instantly remembered that I wrote this in my notebook, and shared that with the group. Another symbolic lucid precognitive dream where the actor in the dream was the person in waking life.

Now there are lots of really amazing experiences that take place just in the training, from achieving certain focus states to going deeper into these focus states. By the third day I noticed I was starting to respond to the process better and managed to have some solid mind/awake, body/asleep states. By the end of the course, I could really appreciate what Bob Monroe’s vision of this course really entailed. It was really more than just an OBE course, it was there to heal, evolve, clear emotion, connect to deeper aspects of self. It was there to help you help yourself, and I loved every lesson and exercise with very success or failure I had along the way.

The other part was meeting the group of people who you would share this experience with. Watching them start to have their first ever taste of focused consciousness. The experiences they shared were wonderful, I can’t begin to described the joy I felt when they had success and new experiences.

I won’t lie that while I was there, I was also seeking to find people who may have acute experiences with precognitive dreams. Especially lucid precognitive dreams. Although both facilitators expressed that they have had precognitive ones, they said they never had lucid precognitive ones and recommended that I speak with Joe McMoneagle because he was a seasoned lucid dreamer and also military trained remote-viewer.

There was another couple that was there hoping to meet Joe and were huge fans of his. To every ones surprise we had the distinct privilege of being introduced to Joe as he sat and entertained us with his experience in the military as a trained remote viewer.

When it comes to story telling, he is amazing at it. First his voice is like a deep strong radio announcer, second he has a great sense of humor and charm. Third, the stories he tells will absolutely captivate you and blow your mind. What I will say about him, he is a true American Hero and a National Treasure. That you can believe.

It was beyond wonderful to just sit there and enjoy his company. I won’t go into details as to what his stories were, they are his stories but I will share a little where it relates to my interests in lucid dreaming and lucid precognitive dreaming. Needless to say, just seeing him share these stories did make me tear up, I think he noticed because I was bubbling with complete joy.

My interest in lucid precognitive dreaming spans 29 years of searching for others since I had my first experience with one at the age of 17. I have had people through the internet contact me with their experiences however to actually sit with someone and discuss this rare potential within the dreaming spectrum was more than I bargained for on my journey to the Institute.

He arranged to join us for lunch towards the end of the course and to offer a nice question period. Lucky for me, he decided to sit at the table I was seated at. He didn’t want to talk about remote viewing so the table wouldn’t become crowded. But the conversation soon changed to lucid dreaming which opened up an opportunity to ask the question.

Normally, I seed a person by starting with deja vu, then progressing to deja reve, finally to lucid precognitive dreams when I experience mine from other people. In this case, I figured he’s seen enough that if I ask it directly, and if he’s experienced it, he’ll know exactly what I am asking.

Have you ever had a Lucid Precognitive Dream?” I asked.

He looked at me, his eyes opened up wide. He knew exactly what I was asking. He became very serious and said yes. Then he pointed his finger at me and said, “You ask me when we are in the other room, I want other people to hear this.”

Now, for the average person this may seem so uninteresting but in my world after 29 years of searching for someone to just even recognize a similar experience with this unique quality of precognition and lucidity was like meeting some space faring Alien from the far reaches of inner space. It was a beyond the beyond moment for me.

We go and sit in the other room on a couch, Joe entertains us with some small talk before turning to me and saying, “So you had a question you wanted to ask.” and of course asked the very same question.

Have you ever had a lucid precognitive dream?” I asked.

He smiles and opens up first with this amazing story of how he first came into lucid dreaming and participating in a study with Dr. Stephen LaBerge. Now if you follow my work, you must realize by now it was LaBerge’s article in an 1987 issue of Omni called, “Power Trips: Controlling your Dreams” that started me on my journey. LaBerge is one of my all time dream experts and heroes. This couldn’t get any better. But of course, this is Joe McMoneagle so it will get epic.

He tells his story which again, I won’t share as it’s his story however when he finally gets to the part about his first lucid precognitive dream, and I hate to say it, the story was absolutely amazing and no, I won’t share so don’t ask. It’s his story, he can tell it if he wants. I just want to share one important detail in the process as it was identical to my first lucid precognitive dream.

In his situation, it was a being that opened up a 2 dimensional window then the lucid precognitive dream information engaged.

This process was identical to my first as well, although the content and situation completely unrelated to each other as they deal specifically and uniquely to each individual in a very subjective and personal way.

Read about that experience on page 48 under the Ambient Lucid Precognitive Dream section in my paper, “Theory of Precognitive Dreams” http://www.youaredreaming.org/assets/pdf/Theory_Of_Precognitive_Dreams.pdf

Further more, the cover that I designed for my book, “You Are Dreaming” is full of these 2D windows but the being in this metaphor in the cover is the point where the two triangles connect which represents the being as a conscious singularity. I’ve dubbed this singularity as “The One Who Dreams Us All” in my dream journal entries only. Not written about (yet) in any of my articles. This single-point consciousness is something I will one day detail as I have yet to write about my own experiences with it although it has been a huge factor in my journey and I know exactly what it is.

See the cover art of my book, “You Are Dreaming” http://youaredreaming.org/assets/pdf/YouAreDreaming_04252013.pdf


As far as this being a coincidence as a process? I don’t think so. I’ve used these windows many times in my dreams as you can see by the cover design and yes, they are portals to information relative to one’s future, past and even beyond this realm. Just data access nodes if you will, but very powerful in what they reveal.

When I picked up this point, I wanted to belt out that I too had the being/window experience for my first however there was one more line of questioning I opted for and didn’t want to just sit there like a little kid going me too because this is really serious for me, on some very deep level you see. One of my main reasons for coming to the Institute and I was finally meeting someone I could trust with the answers.

The second line of questioning actually surprised Joe, and to be honest I didn’t expect his reaction. After he finished his story, and wow what an amazing story he turned back to me with a smile. And yes, I loved every moment of that experience to the very core of myself. Best moment of my life since my Daughter was born.

But then I asked him, “Have you ever tried to change the precognitive dream when lucid?” and he looked at me surprised. I swear I felt this energetic wall go up and he said, “No, never. Why would I do that?”.

I was hoping for a yes, but his reaction made it a bit awkward however I did comment that I had changed them in which he replied, “I have no doubts.” and finished the discussion. We then had some pictures and he left. But I admit, I felt a bit sad that I might of actually spooked him out with that line of questioning. I certainly wanted to go down that path as I have changed many of my lucid precognitive dreams during a very controlled period back in 1998 with amazing results. I changed them to answer a very deep personal question, and when satisfied with the answer. I stopped as the curiosity and need faded. Once you know, you then know and enjoy so that is what I have been doing for the last 20 years with it. Just enjoying it when it pops up in those rare moments.

But regardless, what Joe and I shared regarding this very rare phenomena that day will forever be one of the most engaging, thought provoking and riveting conversations I ever had with anyone living. Mad props for even going there Joe. That is some deep next level experience, and rare to find this day and age.

Other highlights of the trip involved some of the potential I was seeing in quality of focused consciousness that emerged during the exercises. I was recovering some of my fragmented amnesiac memories (related to sleep induced amnesia and dream memory not the knocked on the head forget a section of your life type. I write about this in my book You Are Dreaming).

This made me realize in the present moment at the Institute that the information of the moment was very old, it felt very ancient. Other forgotten dream memories regarding my visit there emerged, became clearer and then faded as I slipped in and out of these advanced focus states.

One of my most favorite moments was towards the end of the course when I was downstairs now learning how to access these focus states while awake and in my body, where I saw this imagery which I found linked recursively to a very old observation I had within my pre-life memories ( something I haven’t disclosed much on this website but have talked about on various forums such as my Reddit AMA: https://www.reddit.com/r/Dreams/comments/75qwvc/ama_with_ian_wilson_who_has_explored_lucid/do8nakn/ )

From that post:

We arrived at a location where it explained to me that I had died and gave me a slight tour of other people who have passed on and were processing in this way point. We moved further until we arrived at what I thought was a lake. I stood in its waters about waist high and put my hand in lifting out these dime sized translucent cell shaped objects. They gave off this energy which was like magnetic sunlight, hard to describe.

The being explained, “Like you, they are awaiting to go back and experience life.”

It was then that I realized what it was suggesting, that it meant to send me back to this locality. Back to Earth, to a new life and I wanted nothing to do with it.

I argued, “I don’t want to go back, it’s crazy down there everybody killing everybody.”

The being replied, “This time it will be different.” and force pushed me into a spiraling fractal vortex which I dub the blender as it tried to shatter my personality and strip me of all memory but I fought like hell and when I was back, I would leave as quickly as I entered and argued again that I didn’t want to go back. Each time I returned it simply said, “This time it will be different” and I’d wake up this child traumatized by all the surviving fragmented memories.

I suggest reading the full transcript as I rarely reveal that part of myself but the reality is it has so much purpose and meaning as to my own personal journey with this amazing miracle that we all share.

So take this lake with these grey cell shaped potentials, and now fast forward to this moment at the Monroe Institute where I am now accessing higher states of consciousness while awake and what do I see? A vision so beautiful, so inspiring. I see the same lake but this time instead of grey dimly lit cells, I see a sea of light beings evolved and expressing love, interconnectedness and oneness. Is this just a figment of my warped imagination, or am I seeing what our true purpose is to become more than what we started out as in this evolutionary journey into experiential reality. Is this the future for our non-physical selves? I like to think so.

I cannot express how much growth I experienced in just a single week. I’ll also mention that in this training we access this focus state called Focus 15, or No Time. Is this the source of these long dreams that last longer than the brief moment that one sleeps. Joe also mentioned he was trapped in a false-awakening loop that lasted days. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I’ve been there and done that. As I am sure others before us have.

The best part of the journey for me was the group. The people that I met were beyond amazing. I fell in love with complete strangers to whom I knew nothing about yet here we came together and grew and evolved into new experiences. The deep conversations and sharing that took place will always be one of the most pleasant joys I’ve experienced. If you pick up on my quality of self, just setting aside differences to enjoy each others company is something I strive to manifest in all my relationships with the people around me and that week, this expression was a second-by-second ongoing occurrence. So thank-you, all of you who were joined together on this wonderful adventure in this magical week where many rich miracles bubbled into our waking lives.

When people have been asking me what my trip was like, one of my replies has been.  “You don’t go to the Monroe Institute to find religion or God.  You go to the Monroe Institute to find yourself.  Then find yourself in others as others find themselves in you.

For the true truth seeker, would I recommend this journey to TMI? Absolutely!

Here are some of the photos I took during my visit to this land of magic and adventure.

March 1st, 2018 – The adventure of Lucid Dreaming never fails to deliver.

I have been busy preparing for my trip to The Monroe Institute, and will be flying out tomorrow so will be unable to post any dreams until March 12th. I had a lucid dream the other day and didn’t have time to write it down.

It was a lot of fun because I found myself facing off in the UFC Octagon against Georges St-Pierre. In the dream, I had no idea how I ended up in the situation and of course this brought the needed reality-check and I became fully lucid.

Someone was helping me lace up my gloves and I was thinking there is no way I could take on Georges. I’ve spent the majority of my working career in front of a computer, not training for mixed martial arts. But I am a fan of Georges, I think he is a fantastic UFC champion and I knew there is no way I would survive a fight.

The referee squares us off and signals that it was go time. I back up and try to avoid him, but he comes in and grabs me into a take down. The realism of my dreams are so accurate to waking life after 31 years of developing the skill that I do feel pain but it’s never severe like one would have in waking life. Plus it usually goes away very quickly.

Georges as a dream character felt very real and solid, I could feel not only the strength but solidity and mass. May as well have been real life. In no time I am in a rear choke and decide this is enough, I don’t want my ass kicked in my own dream. I phase out of the lock and transform myself into Mad TV’s Blind Kung Fu Master played by Bobby Lee.

Why not have fun, throw a bit of comedy in. I have a staff, and zero fighting skill but did a pretty great job simulating the character complete with voice and humor. “You have no chance to win against the Blind Kung Fu master!” I yell and laugh maniacally as i start swinging the staff and throwing air kicks screaming “Hie! Hie!”.

He starts to laugh, people in the crowd start to laugh. “You are not allowed to use a staff!” he tells me. I keep doing goofy fake martial art moves and walk into the ropes.

We end up going for beer after, so it was a nice lucid dream to hang out with Georges St-Pierre as a dream character. Loads of fun, didn’t end badly.

Todays lucid dream was also very fun. The dream leading up to lucidity took place in early 1920s era London where I was a grave robber tasked with recovering a very valuable diamond that was buried. I didn’t know I was dreaming until later but leading up to that moment, I was digging a grave and looting someone of all this gold and silver jewelry but couldn’t find the diamond. I was allowed to keep everything else.

I remember this old man with a wooden wheel barrow and shovel that I was hiding from. He had a shack at the graveyard where he lived. It was dark, and I was crouched behind a grave stone waiting for him to enter his building before I started looting.

I returned home, and the person who I was supposed to deliver the diamond too was very disappointed it wasn’t there. But then I started to fill the table full of all the other jewelry and he was happy about the large pile of loot. Very uncanny how the subconscious mind can create at run-time all of these highly detailed and ornate items.

As I was unloading the loot I noticed they some items were missing. I had found these large gold coins and they were not in the bag. This started the necessary questioning and thinking which lead to me finally realizing that I was in a dream. The realization that all these valuable items were now really meaningless was a momentary disappointment as I knew none of this would return with me. It was all just figments of my warped imagination.

But I liked the quality of realism in the jewelry, took some time to really look at the artistry and detail. This woman walked passed us and I thought I recognized her, I saw her disappear through a door and up some stairs. Decided to follow to see who she was.

She is at the top of the stairs trying to open a wooden door. “Do I know you?” I asked her.

She turns around an I see it’s Selena Gomez who I recognize immediately. She looks at me and smiles, “I think we’ve met before.”

“Only in dreams.” I tell her. “This isn’t the first dream I’ve had where you were in it.”

She looks confused about my comment. “Do you know who I am?” I asked her.

“You are Ian. I know who you are.” she replies.

“Do you know this is a dream?” I ask her.

She stops trying to open the door and looks around, “I think so.”

“It’s certainly a dream, want to go explore?” I ask her. “This place is pretty fun. I’ll show you around.”

She smiles, “I’d love to learn more.” and she starts to walk down the stairs. Like any good dream, the stairs have now turned into this massive array of stairs that descend to levels, there is no more walls and the setting has changed to this really amazing out door setting were we are on the face of a cliff. There is an ocean before us and off to the left there are more cliffs and these buildings forming a town. It is still night, and there are stars and the moon.

She runs down to the first level and looks up. “You don’t have to walk if you don’t want.” I tell her and I leap down to the ledge, almost 25 feet down. “We can fly here.”

I take the next flight of stairs leaping down floating, there is ice at the bottom and the stairs turn left leaving us exposed to falling off towards the ocean hundreds of feet below. I slide to the edge and turn around. She jumps and I watch as she descends and catch her, the force knocking us both of the ledge and we fall off the cliff.

I laugh, “Hope this is not your first falling dream.” we fall and I slow it down but she then disappears, like a ghost wisping into nothingness and I land on a street as the setting changed again from the ocean to a street.

I’m a bit disappointed that she’s gone. She was a fun dream character far more interesting than the grave digger earlier. I’ve dreamed of a lot of people, celebrities etc so there is no real fancy here. I’ve simply concluded that why I identify with people who are celebrities in dreams is only because I recognize them as many of the characters I meet are not from my waking life thus I take an interest in the familiarity.

Now left with a new setting, I decide to enjoy what ever the dream throws my way. It always feel great to be in this focus state. The rich realism is always the attraction, a true second life experience.

The street is part of a city of which I am not familiar with. I walk past street lights and people. It’s still night time and this limo pulls up beside me and the window rolls down. There is this elderly lady who looks like she is in her 80’s wearing a thick gold necklace, bracelets and rings. All blinged out.

The car stops and she’s yelling at me. If you read many of my dream entries I am aware of dream characters creating drama that can distract my focus state stripping me of lucidity and my usual approach to this pattern is to not engage the character and ignore them.

The result is it usually makes them really angry because I won’t give into the drama. The same was this case, she was yelling all sorts of expletives and accusing me of stealing from her (could be related to the earlier grave robbing dream).

I like the limo, it looks really nice. I walk to the last door at the back of the limo, open it up and sit down closing the door. What’s she going to do now? The driver gets mad and tells me to leave. I reply, “It’s my dream, why don’t you leave?”

He’s an African man, wearing the classic limo outfit and hat. “This isn’t a dream! Get out of the FN car!”.

There is this crystal alcohol container with crystal glasses and I pull one out, grab the bottle and pull out the crystal top and pour a few fingers of what looks like whiskey. “No, I think I’ll stay. Like I said, it’s my dream so you behave or get out.”

The old lady turns around but she’s not as angry. “Why do you think this is a dream?” she asks me.

“I’ve been at this game for a long time sweetheart. If anyone knows this is a dream, that would be me.” I reply.

The driver asks me, “What is it like knowing you are dreaming?”

“It’s fun. I love the realism. Instead of just being in my bed, here I am in this nice car, sipping away at a nice whiskey.” I take a sip. “Best of all, it feels as real as my waking life.”

I put the drink in a cup holder and lift my left hand and explore the realism by touching the hand feeling the muscle and bone. “It’s just like being in my physical body, I can feel the skin, texture and bone in my hand. This level of detail and immersion is wild. I love it.”

The old lady is now interested in me, she comes to the back seat. “You need to teach me everything you know about dreaming.”

“I’m afraid there isn’t much time for that.” and I watch as she starts to become youthful, a slow reversal of aging as her white hair starts to take on a blond look and thickens, her wrinkles tighten and skin becomes younger.

I take her hand and feel how realistic it is. “See, I can even feel a deep realism in your hand, as if you were a real person sitting here with me.”

“What if I am a real person, do you like me?” she asks. “Could I be your girlfriend?”

I laugh, “Yeah, I suppose you could but there is not much time here for a relationship. A dream relationship is very fleeting and momentary.” I tell her.

“Why?” she asks.

“Because I’ll eventually wake up and all of this will just be yet another dream to me.” I reply.

She cuddles up to me and whispers in my ear, “Then don’t wake up.”

I run my hand along her face, and look at her eyes. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, I’ll wake up even if I am unwilling to do so. But we can still enjoy each others company for the time we are here.” I tell her.

She looks sad, “I don’t want you to go.” and she leans over and kisses me. It was a nice kiss.

I can’t deny how wonderful it is to have this quality of realism from a dream, all the nice feelings, the tactile feedback. Here mouth was very soft, and even the wetness one would expect was there. About as real as it gets to be honest. I think I was more interested in enjoying the realism than the over all activity because back of my mind I knew all of this was just a wonderful simulation in the form of a dream.

But as forewarned, my new dream girlfriend was about to disappear as waking up as much as I would have liked to stay happened. Still better this dream than nothing at all considering magic like this happens only when the body is asleep and the mind is awake.