DemonSeed
Bluelighter
Good evening Bluelight. You know, I think some onieric trip reports have their place here. My dream state is clearly forever affected by my psychedelics use. I consider oneiric experiences as being definitly psychedelics. They are the experiences I enjoy the most. The etymology of psychedelic is, psyknhe for mind and deloun for making visible, reaveal, and from delos; visible, clear. A oneiric experience is exactly that, a altered state produced by your brain, possibly linked to DMT. I think we could all benefit from reports like this one, deep oneric spiritual dream. It was translates from french, points out about spelling if you feel in the mood. Comments. Thanks. All names in this report are fictive.
08-12-2006
I just spent the whole night dreaming. In several of my dreams appeared familiar characters. I am not writing this to tell about the story of these dreams which are too numerous, disparate and confusing. The evening before, I was hanging out at my friend Nash house basement. I went back home, got in bed, but before I meditate about dream. I wish to become lucid at the time of my dreams. I sometimes have lucid ones like several other persons. No matter how lucid one becomes, as conscious of the state of dream, which is quite of relative control, clearness remains marked, directed by the unconscious one. Until now, I did nothing but carry out my desires such as sex. What generally ends in the destruction of the scene without waking up, experiencing afterwards a sub-conscious feeling of frustration. Then, it is the blackout. I decide while meditating to change my perspective. In the oneiric world, plus the emotions are intensified, such as fear in a nightmare, the dreamer goes out of unconsciousness. What is fabulous in lucid dreaming, it is to remain contemplative which maintain the state over a longer period. I like to walk, to explore the kingdoms of the dream universe, this other reality. One day, I was in a village of the Woods. There, I met a monk hiding his face under a hood. I asked him how was called this charming place. « Faïra » did he answers. I found nothing about this place on the Internet.
I come to my dream. In various scenes, I often find myself with Nash, Rico and Jean-Simon. A scene in particular pushes me to write this. I am in the street, I must go back to Nash house, to give him back two steaks knifes which I play with as if they are swords while on my way. I meet him on the porch. I do not recognize my friend. He has a strange air, almost a mocking smile, quasi condescending. He is as the majority of the beings which I meet in my lucid dreams. It often happens to me to meet my family, which have the same attitude. I say to the members of my family that they are in my dream. They laugh at me and say « No », like I am wrong. And me, I laugh because they refuse to believe me. I read an article by Terence Mekenna on possible meeting with discarned entities under the effect of DMT which describe similar attitude from entities. Dreams are suspected to be related to DMT which have been proved to be produced in the human brain. I become suspicious of my friend and slightly lucid when I meet him on the porch. I ask « Nash » who he is truly; he answers me in these exact words : « I am you ». He takes one of my hand while the scene dissolves in darkness and I continue to feel « Nash » hand, which is clearly not Nash. I am being filled of kindness, even of love by the exchange. It remembers me the time I hold hand with a hooded ghost when on diphenhydramine. That moment lasts sufficiently long so that I can benefit from it and even think. I am initially surprised, am then upset by this quasi homosexual gesture. It is to be noted that I am heterosexual. For the last moment, I do not make anything else except enjoying this handshake of love with myself. Ah! Now I see through it well that my oneiric family told me the truth when it claimed that it was not in my dream. It is rather me which is in their world. This reality is my deep nature, my true me that I cannot recognize.
I again become almost conscious and fall down again in the oneiric world. I see my brother Tom opening the door of my room, telling me the hour, but only the minutes (and thirty-five). In its ton, there is something of pressing « Go! You should rise! ». I awake again, for real this time, throws an eye on my dial which indicates 8:36 AM. The time to wake up and look at the clock, the minutes passed from thirty-five to thirty-six. At the moment of the dream, when this « Tom » tells me the hour, I suppose that it was indeed 8:35 AM. I am convinced that it was not a concidence. I believe in the concidences.
I am accustomed in my lucid dreams to carry out my desires, such as having sex with girls or making all kind of amusing things such as doing snowboard like a professional. Since I practice contemplation by the meditation and consume psychedelics, I decided to change my approach, to put my desires on side. I became more observant, exploring and contemplative of my own world. Before laying down yesterday evening, I meditated on the subject. I came to this decision and to the one to question the characters of my dreams.
The scene where everything becomes darkness and empty is not new for me. It is, I think, synonymous of recognition and acceptance of my deep nature. For the bodhisattva, a level that leads towards Illumination. I have always the impression to rise to another echelon at the time of these rare events. Last spring, I lived something similar. Being pursued by a bear in the woods, I turned over to face my fear, recognizing the fear as being a part of myself. Soothsayers drunk, floating gently in the airs as a valkyrie, everything sunk into darkness. The similarity between these two passages of dreams is revealing. The oneiric world, as real as consensual reality, is a key to enter in contact, to become aware of our deep self. How to speak about the feeling? I feel slightly euphoric and I write with pleasure and energy. It is not MDMA, as a sarcastic note. The morning, I always lack motivation and feel sleepy. I could drink coffee, but I do it only rarely. For those which have developed the skill of lucid dreaming, I advise to try to put your desires on side, these supposed illusions. You should become contemplative in your dreams as in reality such as defines by positivism. This famous third eye, the Penetrating Sight, it is partly the oneiric dimension. Well, this is what I think.
08-12-2006
Onieric Experience
Meeting with myself
Meeting with myself
I just spent the whole night dreaming. In several of my dreams appeared familiar characters. I am not writing this to tell about the story of these dreams which are too numerous, disparate and confusing. The evening before, I was hanging out at my friend Nash house basement. I went back home, got in bed, but before I meditate about dream. I wish to become lucid at the time of my dreams. I sometimes have lucid ones like several other persons. No matter how lucid one becomes, as conscious of the state of dream, which is quite of relative control, clearness remains marked, directed by the unconscious one. Until now, I did nothing but carry out my desires such as sex. What generally ends in the destruction of the scene without waking up, experiencing afterwards a sub-conscious feeling of frustration. Then, it is the blackout. I decide while meditating to change my perspective. In the oneiric world, plus the emotions are intensified, such as fear in a nightmare, the dreamer goes out of unconsciousness. What is fabulous in lucid dreaming, it is to remain contemplative which maintain the state over a longer period. I like to walk, to explore the kingdoms of the dream universe, this other reality. One day, I was in a village of the Woods. There, I met a monk hiding his face under a hood. I asked him how was called this charming place. « Faïra » did he answers. I found nothing about this place on the Internet.
I come to my dream. In various scenes, I often find myself with Nash, Rico and Jean-Simon. A scene in particular pushes me to write this. I am in the street, I must go back to Nash house, to give him back two steaks knifes which I play with as if they are swords while on my way. I meet him on the porch. I do not recognize my friend. He has a strange air, almost a mocking smile, quasi condescending. He is as the majority of the beings which I meet in my lucid dreams. It often happens to me to meet my family, which have the same attitude. I say to the members of my family that they are in my dream. They laugh at me and say « No », like I am wrong. And me, I laugh because they refuse to believe me. I read an article by Terence Mekenna on possible meeting with discarned entities under the effect of DMT which describe similar attitude from entities. Dreams are suspected to be related to DMT which have been proved to be produced in the human brain. I become suspicious of my friend and slightly lucid when I meet him on the porch. I ask « Nash » who he is truly; he answers me in these exact words : « I am you ». He takes one of my hand while the scene dissolves in darkness and I continue to feel « Nash » hand, which is clearly not Nash. I am being filled of kindness, even of love by the exchange. It remembers me the time I hold hand with a hooded ghost when on diphenhydramine. That moment lasts sufficiently long so that I can benefit from it and even think. I am initially surprised, am then upset by this quasi homosexual gesture. It is to be noted that I am heterosexual. For the last moment, I do not make anything else except enjoying this handshake of love with myself. Ah! Now I see through it well that my oneiric family told me the truth when it claimed that it was not in my dream. It is rather me which is in their world. This reality is my deep nature, my true me that I cannot recognize.
I again become almost conscious and fall down again in the oneiric world. I see my brother Tom opening the door of my room, telling me the hour, but only the minutes (and thirty-five). In its ton, there is something of pressing « Go! You should rise! ». I awake again, for real this time, throws an eye on my dial which indicates 8:36 AM. The time to wake up and look at the clock, the minutes passed from thirty-five to thirty-six. At the moment of the dream, when this « Tom » tells me the hour, I suppose that it was indeed 8:35 AM. I am convinced that it was not a concidence. I believe in the concidences.
I am accustomed in my lucid dreams to carry out my desires, such as having sex with girls or making all kind of amusing things such as doing snowboard like a professional. Since I practice contemplation by the meditation and consume psychedelics, I decided to change my approach, to put my desires on side. I became more observant, exploring and contemplative of my own world. Before laying down yesterday evening, I meditated on the subject. I came to this decision and to the one to question the characters of my dreams.
The scene where everything becomes darkness and empty is not new for me. It is, I think, synonymous of recognition and acceptance of my deep nature. For the bodhisattva, a level that leads towards Illumination. I have always the impression to rise to another echelon at the time of these rare events. Last spring, I lived something similar. Being pursued by a bear in the woods, I turned over to face my fear, recognizing the fear as being a part of myself. Soothsayers drunk, floating gently in the airs as a valkyrie, everything sunk into darkness. The similarity between these two passages of dreams is revealing. The oneiric world, as real as consensual reality, is a key to enter in contact, to become aware of our deep self. How to speak about the feeling? I feel slightly euphoric and I write with pleasure and energy. It is not MDMA, as a sarcastic note. The morning, I always lack motivation and feel sleepy. I could drink coffee, but I do it only rarely. For those which have developed the skill of lucid dreaming, I advise to try to put your desires on side, these supposed illusions. You should become contemplative in your dreams as in reality such as defines by positivism. This famous third eye, the Penetrating Sight, it is partly the oneiric dimension. Well, this is what I think.
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