February 23, 2014
Maria’s Lucid Dream:
Once again attempting to fall asleep consciously, in some sweet spot between a WILD and a DILD, I’m suddenly standing in white space directly beside a man dressed all in black. He’s holding my right hand almost as though he pulled me there, or as if I pulled him there. I look at his face, which is very close, and say, “FlowofmySoul?” Our eyes meet, slide away as though on some invisible force field, then meet again as I repeat, “Is it you, Flow of my Soul?” His soft smile, absolute presence, and focused, totally sentient eyes all seem to answer “Yes.” Holding on tightly to each others hand, we begin walking. I’m totally elated but not at all surprised we reached each other. His hand feeling perfectly real and solid in mine, he “tells” me we’re walking through a marketplace. (Throughout the dream we sometimes communicate telepathically and instantly while at other times I feel like I’m actually talking in real time.) I look around me, and up at the black sky, delighted to be lucid and pleased with how stable the dream feels, but for the moment all I can see, and I tell him so, is a white road surrounded by a vast darkness on both sides. And yet no sooner do I “say” this than I see more, and begin describing it to him: “ A few yards away I see fireflies, or what look like fireflies; a small cloud of little bright orange lights winking on and off. They’re lovely! And just beyond them there’s a building with a pink facade that looks Moroccan, or maybe like a European imitation of a Middle Eastern look.” Then it occurs to me that I’m giving him a lot of detailed information and ask, “Are you going to remember all this?” He seems to shake his head and reply, “Probably not.” But he’s smiling and the nocturnal scene is so pretty and we reached each other! Still, I wonder what he’s seeing as we begin walking between the buildings, never letting go of each others hand. The sense of his presence and companionship never diminishes, but eventually how quiet he remains eventually prompts me to ask, “Are we really together or is it just my imagination?” He responds, “It doesn’t work that way.” I laughingly agree, “Of course not. It’s both!” As we weave our way between other people, who are no more than silhouettes in the nocturnal scene, it occurs to me to ask, “Should we bother trying to give each other passwords?” I know he understands I’m referring to the Mutual Dreaming Experiment which is happening tonight. His “No” is the telepathic equivalent of a dismissive wave of the hand, which is exactly how I feel about it, which is why, I tell him, “I didn’t even enter a password this month.” I feel we’re heading to an opening in a wall and ask, “Where are we going? What are we going to do?” He says he wants to go to (?) All I recall is that where he wants us to go begins with a “V” as I phase out of the dream.
FlowofmySoul’s Lucid Dream:
I went to sleep really tired, I fell asleep really fast and the next thing I remember is talking to you like it’s normal, like we meet every day. I’m thinking—why am I talking to you like we’re dream sharing every day and for a long time? It’s supposed to be hard and we still have not reached that vividness in our shared dreams. But then I look at you and the other part of me thinks that it is normal, we do share dreams every day, what am I thinking about?
I wake with a strong feeling that I need to go back to sleep, I don’t know why but I MUST go back to my dream, someone is calling me back. I just close my eyes and get back there. I start talking to you again, most of the time we seem to communicate telepathically. I ask you if telepathy is a more advanced and more appropriate form of communication in dreams? You agree with me and we try to communicate telepathically on purpose, but the moment we try to do it on purpose we fail. We look at each other and wonder what we are thinking about. We realized that our forced intention works against our ability to communicate telepathically. For some time we talk about the pros and cons of telepathy. I am telling you how cool it would be to read other people’s minds and be able to know what they think/know. You are telling me how dangerous and insecure that would be and ask me how I would I feel if somebody could see all my secrets. I am saying to you that telepathy is a much better way of communicating because there is no delay. I tell you that I imagine we could discuss shared dreams telepathically, that would speed up the process so much! We discuss how the ones who created us humans are communicating. Why would we need a language then? We talked about the cylinders, those cylinders that I mentioned on the ship. I do recall walking among buildings, but I do not recall any details of that area, I just knew those were buildings. I remember that we often looked up and were looking for something, something supposed to come to us from the sky. A few times I told you, “What if this is a dream?” When we both knew this was a dream, I still asked that. I wanted to see your reaction and how that would confuse us. You said that we are actually dreaming, and I said that we might be not dreaming. We laughed about it and went on. The word you heard I said was maybe “viewpoint.” I felt that we were going to a viewpoint to see something nice.