I ended up in a three room shack. I walked in, and the first room has a gray and yellow chair. I walked through, basically the whole place is gray. In the last room, is a closed door. I was wondering what in the world am I going to learn here. So I started to leave by going through the wall, except I couldn’t get through it. The wall was solid. The door was locked.

A guy came in through the locked door, and had a knife. I had to defend myself by stabbing him with a fork. There was a LOT of blood, but when I left I didn’t have any stab wounds, even though he had stabbed me a lot more than the few stabs I’d gotten in on him. Eventually, I was able to go out the door, and floated up, and continued projecting. I can’t remember now what I did though. I just remember refocusing on Orion and attempting to go somewhere else.

I remember also being half-awake, attempting to build up energy by moving my right hand. I’m not sure of the order of all of this, but the fact that I’m beginning to have experiences again, is an excellent sign. The ipod is helping.

Last night, I had a dream that I feel I should have become lucid in. My consciousness was definitely working on waking me. I dream a lot about wrecking and water, so being in a car around water should be a symbol to wake me. Last night, I dreamed I was in a car with a friend of mine. We were driving downtown Chattanooga to go somewhere. It was raining, but not much and then I notice a huge storm in the background.

We neared a bridge and waves come tumbling after us. Then the dream forwards to after the worst of the waves were over. We weren’t in the car anymore, but we were carrying small pieces of metal. Traffic was backed up. On one side, totally stopped and no one was allowed to travel. We needed on the other side anyway. So we take our pieces of metal, throw them across the road and they popped up into our car.

Pretty interesting dream. I tried to go back into it, but wasn’t able to.  This morning I woke up and wrote about the attempt though. I’m posting that here as well, in lieu of a lucid dream to write about.

Malleable Light

Anyway, last night I realized I was dreaming and decided to project. I was on top of a building and thought, hmm, maybe I can just jump off this building, stop myself mid-air, and then project. It didn’t work the way I planned! I jumped off the building, stopped myself mid-air, and couldn’t go anywhere. I was just stuck mid-air, until I woke up. Nothing more frustrating than trying to astral project from a lucid dream and getting stuck mid-air. Actually, there is something more frustrating.

Last week, I realized I was dreaming while in an elevator in the dream. I tried to stick my arm through the elevator door, but it didn’t go anywhere! My hand just rammed into that elevator door, and it hurt. Yep, that’s pretty frustrating too.

On one hand, I’m happy that I’m at least having lucid dreams semi-regularly in order to attempt to project. On the other hand, it’s frustrating to have the dreams and then fail to project within them.

I remember a distinct feeling that Chi is stronger together, but I can’t remember the context that I heard/thought/felt this in. That’s a bit frustrating.

I have to trust that with time, it will get better. I go through the same cycles when I write. There are times when writing flows and it’s easy and I write and write and write. There are other times when I feel empty, when ideas are incubating. At those times, part of me feels as though I might never write again, and the other part trusts that it’s part of the process. I know that I incubate ideas. The ideas have to pull themselves together within me, and sometimes I just need a rest. Ultimately, I pick up pen and paper again. I’ve always picked up pen and paper again. I’ll be 30 this month, and I’ve had the same process since I was six and wrote my first poem.

And so, I’ll wait, and trust that I will be Astral Projecting again. I’ll have lucid dreams to write about. My consciousness must be incubating.

http://www.astraldynamics.com/tutorials/new-energy-ways/feet-leg-development.html

My feet immediately started tingling, so I figured I already have a good store of energy there but I went through the exercises anyway.

I was tired last night, so I didn’t even intend to try to project. I just went off to sleep around 11 or so. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and felt that I could lift out of my body. I willed myself out but I wasn’t able to see or do anything. I assume I tried too early. Next time that happens, I think I’ll just wait a while instead of immediately trying.

I didn’t actually think it would help with lucid dreaming, since I’ve had no luck at all with anything lately. I did end up with a lucid dream though so maybe there’s something to it, afterall.

When I realized I was lucid dreaming, I immediately decided to project. I wanted to go to my old hometown, so I thought about it and felt like I was moving somewhere, but somehow ended up in a room with computer screens. There were monitors on the wall with various websites I’ve visited. I lost control at that point because our 21 month old kicked me in the side and I woke up.

I’m wondering though, if I could have astral projected through those computer monitors. I’d like to go back and check into that. Lucid dreaming is a lot of fun. I’m hoping to have more to blog about once my mp3 player is functional again.

I realized I was in the dream state by noticing my old house. That seems to happen a lot. We lived in that house from the time I was 15 or so until I graduated college, so it’s the main old house in my head.

Once I recognized that I was dreaming, the whole room started to go blurry. I sat down and repeated “clarity now, focus now” until it cleared up. First, I tried to fly. I flew up and banged my head on the ceiling. No problem, I’ll just fly through the wall, right? Wrong. I tried to fly through the wall, and ran into it. Apparently, sometimes even in lucid dreams, you just have to use the front door.

I went out the front door and wandered around. The scenery wasn’t anything like that around my old house. This was very obviously a dream, and not projecting. I wandered through woods until I got to crocodiles in a sewer. Last time I checked, Chattanooga doesn’t have crocodiles in the sewers, so I’m pretty sure they’re not really there. I then willed myself to fly up.

That’s where my memory stops. I think maybe the baby woke me again after that and it ended.

What I’ve taken away from this is the following:

1. My old house is one of my signs that I’m dreaming.
2. You can’t always fly through the walls even in a dream.
3. It isn’t always a bad thing when your 18 month old wakes you every hour.

Last night, this morning, I think around six or so, I managed to project and push myself through the window to the outside. I really wasn’t able to control much of anything I experienced, so it’s possible it was a clear dream. Whatever it was, I attempted to picture places to go, but couldn’t figure out how to get there.

I floated by a lot of different people, didn’t know any of them. I was also able to finally name a place, push myself through a book and end up there. I flew over the ocean, felt at peace, but then got pulled back.

I don’t consider it a failure. I was able to control it slightly, and just the fact that I managed to project or lucid dream either one, after several nights of failing to do anything, gives me hope that I can get this thing figured out eventually.

I’ve had lucid dreams, I’ve projected within lucid dreams, and I’ve projected intentionally, so when I miss an opportunity it bothers me. I intend to use the vivid image I have of the night sky to practice visualization. Eventually, I will project into that exact area and figure out exactly where I was in the dream.

The lesson I learned from this dream, is that I need to learn to better control my dreams. People aren’t just annoying me in the real world anymore, now they annoy me in my sleep too. If telemarketers start calling me in dreams offering me a lower rate on my credit cards, I’m sure you’ll read all about it here.