the smiling eyes
Rising Star
This is my account of the strange and incredible dreams I had on the night of March 7, 2011.
After my first report and a couple dream-less nights I stopped taking the vitamin B6 and melatonin to let my body get it out of it's system. I guess you build a tolerance for it, as far as it being a dream supplement goes. It's typically used for digestion issues but at high doses you get the increased dream activity. So I stopped taking it for a few days and found myself having very little to say about the dreams that would follow. Last night, however, I took 750mg of B6 and 10 mg of melatonin plus my nightly nitrazepam to induce sleep and had the most vivid lucid dream experiences I've had yet. It was a string of 5 dreams that would prove to pull me much deeper into this incredible phenomenon.
The first dream was non-lucid, but worth mentioning. I was sitting with a little boy in a dark room. Apparently, this boy was my son. There was no way to actually prove that to myself but I assume he was my son based on the dynamic of our relationship. I loved him, and felt as though I had to protect him from the darkness of the room. I can't remember anything that happened other than having what felt like a son. I have never in my waking life felt love in that unique context of being a parent and loved someone so selflessly, so this was a very significant dream in that sense. Then I woke up in my bed.
I've pretty much trained myself to do a reality check as soon as I wake up so when I woke from the "son" dream I looked at my tattoos immediately. The letters were all scrambled and partially missing. Everytime I become lucid in a dream there's this moment of sheer shock and amazement. It's like my brain goes "YES!!!" and then I can proceed with the dream. I ran upstairs into my kitchen and started fuckin with stuff right away. I tried to karate chop through my kitchen table, without breaking it course. I couldn't get through it, but I definitely felt the fabric of my dream table start to give way to my hand, which I think is a pretty big step. Shift.
I found myself walking in an unfamiliar city. It was a beautiful place, much like what I imagine a small London town would be like. Cobblestone roads and beautiful architecture painted my surroundings as I was greeted by friendly passersby, none of whom I recognized. "How strange" I thought to myself as I looked at my arms, not in the pursuit of a lucid dream but in childish curiosity for how different everything around me seemed. My tattoo's scrambled letters brought immediate lucidity to my dream and I had my "YES!!" moment. I shouted to a man riding his bike "HEY! HEY YOU, What's it like to be part of my dream?" The man ignored me and kept riding. I approached a group of people who looked roughly my age and said to one hippy lookin' dude "Do you realize that you aren't a real person? You are a character in my dream." He seemed intrigued and replied "How can that be if I am thinking and talking?" I didn't really have an answer for him. Why should I be any more real than this guy if he is aware of himself. A very interesting notion to ponder. We talked some more and then I woke up in my bed.
I got out of bed to write down the dreams, sat down with some paper, began to write and suddenly the letters of my tattoo started moving around on my wrist. "Holy fuck!" I'm still dreaming! I ran upstairs again and bolted out the door and started skipping girlishly down the sidewalk, my strides long and impossible. I got to the parking lot of my complex where what looked like one of those multi-seated bicycles was parked. On it, a long line of people I didn't recognize. They were all very nice, so I didn't want to tell them they weren't real and disapoint them. I went to give someone a hug and bam, woke up in my bed.
"I've got to be awake now, there's no way I'm still dreaming" I thought as I checked my wrists. I was. Again, without so much as a pause for reflection I bolted up the stairs, through the hall, out the door and BAM! There was two guys standing there like they were about to knock. This scared the shit out of me so I kicked the guy on the right, square in the face. There was a big commotion like "Whoa whoa whoa, hang on a second here" I realized they meant no harm and I apologized, which I find strange because normally a dream character would take the hit and we'd just continue on. Something about these guys just seemed more.. Life like. I knew I was in for something. I asked the man on the left "What is it like to be a character in my dream" almost as though to establish a dominant position in the conversation. "I would ask you the same question" he replied. Shocked at the implications of this statement I could not respond. I just stood there baffled. "What? You've never heard of this?" He asked. He identified himself as a fellow dreamer and said that we were at the crossroads. Although I had never heard of any two people sharing dreams I know he was implying he was a real person sharing my dream. I tried to tell him my name. "Im Kev---- Fou----" the words fizzled out as I began to wake up for real this time, in my bed.
I jumped out of bed as fast as I could to write everything down. It was fading fast this time and I really struggled to remember even this much. Afterwards, I went online to look into the possibility of there being a "shared dream" phenomenon, because I sure never heard of it before and, well... Shared dreaming accounts by dreamers
Note that it is reffered to as "Crossroads".
This just keeps getting more and more interesting.
After my first report and a couple dream-less nights I stopped taking the vitamin B6 and melatonin to let my body get it out of it's system. I guess you build a tolerance for it, as far as it being a dream supplement goes. It's typically used for digestion issues but at high doses you get the increased dream activity. So I stopped taking it for a few days and found myself having very little to say about the dreams that would follow. Last night, however, I took 750mg of B6 and 10 mg of melatonin plus my nightly nitrazepam to induce sleep and had the most vivid lucid dream experiences I've had yet. It was a string of 5 dreams that would prove to pull me much deeper into this incredible phenomenon.
The first dream was non-lucid, but worth mentioning. I was sitting with a little boy in a dark room. Apparently, this boy was my son. There was no way to actually prove that to myself but I assume he was my son based on the dynamic of our relationship. I loved him, and felt as though I had to protect him from the darkness of the room. I can't remember anything that happened other than having what felt like a son. I have never in my waking life felt love in that unique context of being a parent and loved someone so selflessly, so this was a very significant dream in that sense. Then I woke up in my bed.
I've pretty much trained myself to do a reality check as soon as I wake up so when I woke from the "son" dream I looked at my tattoos immediately. The letters were all scrambled and partially missing. Everytime I become lucid in a dream there's this moment of sheer shock and amazement. It's like my brain goes "YES!!!" and then I can proceed with the dream. I ran upstairs into my kitchen and started fuckin with stuff right away. I tried to karate chop through my kitchen table, without breaking it course. I couldn't get through it, but I definitely felt the fabric of my dream table start to give way to my hand, which I think is a pretty big step. Shift.
I found myself walking in an unfamiliar city. It was a beautiful place, much like what I imagine a small London town would be like. Cobblestone roads and beautiful architecture painted my surroundings as I was greeted by friendly passersby, none of whom I recognized. "How strange" I thought to myself as I looked at my arms, not in the pursuit of a lucid dream but in childish curiosity for how different everything around me seemed. My tattoo's scrambled letters brought immediate lucidity to my dream and I had my "YES!!" moment. I shouted to a man riding his bike "HEY! HEY YOU, What's it like to be part of my dream?" The man ignored me and kept riding. I approached a group of people who looked roughly my age and said to one hippy lookin' dude "Do you realize that you aren't a real person? You are a character in my dream." He seemed intrigued and replied "How can that be if I am thinking and talking?" I didn't really have an answer for him. Why should I be any more real than this guy if he is aware of himself. A very interesting notion to ponder. We talked some more and then I woke up in my bed.
I got out of bed to write down the dreams, sat down with some paper, began to write and suddenly the letters of my tattoo started moving around on my wrist. "Holy fuck!" I'm still dreaming! I ran upstairs again and bolted out the door and started skipping girlishly down the sidewalk, my strides long and impossible. I got to the parking lot of my complex where what looked like one of those multi-seated bicycles was parked. On it, a long line of people I didn't recognize. They were all very nice, so I didn't want to tell them they weren't real and disapoint them. I went to give someone a hug and bam, woke up in my bed.
"I've got to be awake now, there's no way I'm still dreaming" I thought as I checked my wrists. I was. Again, without so much as a pause for reflection I bolted up the stairs, through the hall, out the door and BAM! There was two guys standing there like they were about to knock. This scared the shit out of me so I kicked the guy on the right, square in the face. There was a big commotion like "Whoa whoa whoa, hang on a second here" I realized they meant no harm and I apologized, which I find strange because normally a dream character would take the hit and we'd just continue on. Something about these guys just seemed more.. Life like. I knew I was in for something. I asked the man on the left "What is it like to be a character in my dream" almost as though to establish a dominant position in the conversation. "I would ask you the same question" he replied. Shocked at the implications of this statement I could not respond. I just stood there baffled. "What? You've never heard of this?" He asked. He identified himself as a fellow dreamer and said that we were at the crossroads. Although I had never heard of any two people sharing dreams I know he was implying he was a real person sharing my dream. I tried to tell him my name. "Im Kev---- Fou----" the words fizzled out as I began to wake up for real this time, in my bed.
I jumped out of bed as fast as I could to write everything down. It was fading fast this time and I really struggled to remember even this much. Afterwards, I went online to look into the possibility of there being a "shared dream" phenomenon, because I sure never heard of it before and, well... Shared dreaming accounts by dreamers
Note that it is reffered to as "Crossroads".
This just keeps getting more and more interesting.
