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@DreamScape I don't know how old you are, but I'll say it any way... Making love can be like this too.

@Ethan1 follow the light, break the glass.

@Aaron p oh God that's my biggest fear, so glad I didn't do that on my last trip (not dmt) ????

Do you like to discuss your favorite movies or TV shows, or books....and banter about fan theories, connect with like minded fans, etc. ? At the end of the day, you know it's all fiction... that's part of the fun. I see 'learning' and exploring the world... this garden... as similar.

@ethanb121 everything OK? We love ya.

Meet Sophia... there's something a bit creepy about her, but as you listen to their conversation, I think she is really endearing.

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(some listening music) I'm not sure what prompted this. I stayed up watching TV until 11. Went to bed really sleepy and went to sleep. Next thing I know, Micheal is crawling into bed and waking me up. At first I thought it was real but soon became suspicious and kind of just knew I was was having a false awakening. Micheal is being his normal annoying self when crawling into bed and no respect for my sleep. I decide to ignore him and see if I can body exit. Nothing happens, so I resort to another tactic that usually works : I ask him to pull me out of my body. He does not oblige, and leaves the room, leaving me alone in bed. I feel like I've woken up a bit, and laid there hoping I can still body exit. Next thing I know, my feet start rising above my head. I knew I was definitely ready, and just roll over and get out of bed. At this point, the act of getting out of bed felt so real, I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or if I woke myself up and just got out of bed. I walk over to the bedroom door, and can hear micheal out in the kitchen. I'm closer to the wall than the door, and to really test if I'm awake, I press up against the wall to see if I can melt through. The wall is solid, and I can't pass through. I give up, open the door, and walk out into the kitchen, still unsure if I'm dreaming or not. Micheal is getting something out of the fridge, so I go over to him. Suddenly I see a pomeranian running across the floor and I say aloud, ''ok I'm dreaming.'' I turn to micheal who is still standing at the open fridge. I repeat that I know I'm dreaming, and he just looks at me like he has no idea what I mean by that. ''We don't even have that kind of dog'', I say. His face changes, and he smiles, as if he thinks it's funny I figured it out. I walk up to him and ask if he had anything to show me, which is a typical question you can ask dream characters. He reaches into the fridge and pulls out a peice of bread. I take it, kind of confused that this is what he wanted to show me. I take a bite and it tastes like a healthy oatmeal bread. Suddenly I'm ejected outside the house and can see the sky. The dream begins to fade quickly and I rub my hands together to bring it back but it's too late. The dream dissolves into darkness and I find myself back in bed. I lay still to see if I can exit again. I roll out of bed, and stand up. I don't need a dream sign, I can just know I'm dreaming. I'm about to go back into the kitchen but wanted to see if there's a body in my bed. I go back over and pull back the sheets. No body. Sometimes I have body exits and leave a body in bed, and sometimes there's no body. I command - ''show me my body''. Nothing appears. I give up and back up against the wall of the bedroom that leads into the backyard. I melt through, and into the dark backyard outside. I decide to just go ahead and explore outside. I fly over to the neighbor's house. I can see a metal structure sticking up over the fence, and am given the false memory that this is normal and I've always wondered what it is. I fly over the fence and land next to the metal structure. It turns out to be this huge gigantic workout machine, like a bowflex. It was awesome looking and I decide to sit and do some exercises with whatever weight the neighbor last used. I can feel my arms starting to burn, and kept going, wondering if I could wake up with sore arms. Suddenly the ''real'' micheal actually comes in and wakes me up. I can not tell you how angry this makes me. He continues to blab and blab and I get up and go to the other bedroom to get back to sleep. However I can't shake the feeling of how real that experience felt, and how easily I was filled by false memory, no matter how lucid I thought I was.

It's a catalyst and propellant.

Not disagreeing with you, but, how do you know? That's a very definitive statement you made.

Ok so... There's three options I can see.. 1) it was just a really cool dream that coincidentally sounds like the experiences you read about 2) he was actually abducted and they implanted his memory with a memory that 'it was all a dream' 3) perhaps all alien abductions actually take place in the astral realm, which is why these experiences are so hard to corroborate and can both feel real and dream like.

(another night of semi dream awareness, and nothing really interesting, so here's one from March 2019) Me and Michael (my husband) were at some touristy thing in the countryside, but it was real rinky dink and not sure why we were there. There were these cabins at the end of a circle drive, and one was a restaurant. We went into the restaurant and there was this picture on the wall with this dog, looked like one of those tall lanky chiuauas and I wondered if there was actually a breed name for it. We got up from our table and were looking at the painting and some others around it. There was a guy over in the corner, an Anthony Sykes (childhood 'friend') figure, who in the dream apparently was kind of old but didn't look it, and we joked about if he might have known one of the painters. We touched some of the smaller paintings and they got real crooked and it was hard to get them straight so I had to take them off the wall and hand them to an employee ?. Earlier, my husband and I were supposed to be going to sleep and my dad was making us sleep in the same room but I got up and went to my room which was really messy. I couldn't sleep and wasn't really wanting to. Micheal followed me in there so I pretended I was looking for something, and was looking for a ring. I thought maybe if I had a ring I could fiddle with it and not be bored I guess. I found this toy plastic ring that lights up and left with that but instead we went outside into this fenced in area and there were trees that apparently we had bundled up with balloons and I had the feeling that people didn''t like that so I started letting them go and we popped the balloons. At one point someone stirred up an anthill and I watched as these big burly ants come out to see what happened and there was a rival anthill close by and they mistook that for the troublemakers and they got in a big fight and the bigger ants lost. I wished I had my camera ready because that could have been a viral video on YouTube for sure ??

Haha yeah. I dreamed up a rather stubborn one for seeking_brilliance.

Yeah yeah ?‍♂️ That sounds interesting, how can I look into that? Or a brief explanation would do ?

@Serotoninluv for the record I love multiple meanings. Its like when an adult watches a kid's movie and gets a different experience, and laugh.

@Serotoninluv @Nahm It gets confusing when things can have multiple meanings, such as the phrase, "when I see you, I see me." Well the first interpretation of that is when I look at you, I'm not really seeing you, I'm seeing myself in you. I'm interpreting your visuals, and your actions, by cross examining them with how I see myself, and how I act. The second interpretation is that when I look at you, I don't see you, I see myself, because vision is a complete interpretation of the brain (sorry!) (shapes, colors, movement), and what I "see" is very personal, even when looking at you. The third interpretation is, if this is all a dream- that I am dreaming, then when "these eyes" look out at "your" body, I am not seeing you, I am seeing me, who took the form of "you." The problem is that all of these interpretations are correct, depending on your paradigm and perspective, and many spiritual people spout any one of them as what it means when its said "When I see you, I see me." The first two interpretations can be easily understood by materialists, I think, which is maybe a gateway to a deeper mystery. The poem I posted, "Mirrors, Mirrors" was based on this idea.

I loved this entire post! !!!!!! I can't give it enough exclamation points. so question: why is lucid dreaming not taught more as a supplemental means of awakening? If the awakening is the same in both realms, isn't this the best, free experience one could get? Also, I get hung up on the practice of trying to realize what is real vs imagined, if this truly is a dream and everything is imagined and made of dream fluff (consciousness/awareness). The end goal is to realize there is no difference between real and imagined? I keep getting told Im stuck in conceptualization but... I feel a little beyond that... like in a type of limbo between getting it and not.

Thank for bringing awareness to this - I can intuit what you are saying

@Leo Gura @Nahm Thank you thank you thank you!!! ??

@Nahm I don't believe that the brain produces dreams, I'm only trying to get to the bottom of how memory is involved in the creation process. But no one will tell me what memory is, or how it's transmitted /received... again the Zoltar machine breaks down. And I don't believe that the body produces awareness. I notice there is awareness and I notice that a camera construct (the eyes) are very easily misleading into thinking that the awareness is inside the body. From my experience with dream work, I'm well aware that isn't the case. Although being lucid I can 'get this' but while the body is awake it's all a guessing game

@Nahm well, I mean I guess I could say that my husband is a dream character who happens to tell me about interesting dreams, but I haven't had an awakening so I shouldn't speak on that kind of stuff. But I can't help myself so I'm going to add that I'm also a dream character of my husband ??‍♂️

Its hopeless ? but thanks for conversing with me, or whatever ? at least now I can maybe settle down a bit.

Lol why do I feel like I'm being set up here? ? Ok fine... Mu... I would have to engage thought to say 'I dreamed this' and 'my husband dreamed that'. Of course, he could just tell me his dreams and I can compare... But again I'm not trying to talk about nonduality here, unless that's just unavoidable... And, sorry I haven't made a dream board. I don't know what I've become conscious of creating besides my own suffering by believing thoughts, and sometimes pleasant things as well which can be manifested through imagination. I've been trying to become more conscious of creating during a lucid dream but it is taking alot of experimentation or just isn't possible beyond small instant manifestations.

Hmmm ? ok I'm going to take that as a koan and not try to gleam any meaning since that's where I seem to get in trouble ?

@Neph after I started facing my fears in my dreams and not running from them, I no longer have bad dreams ?