Personal Narrative-Lucid Dreaming

The soft wind raps gently on the window, itching to taunt me. I scowl. The room is stuffy and the air is laced with the scent of bleach, a sterility too clean for a damaged place like this. Four, blindingly white walls trap me in an alabaster prison. These four walls remain, calm, stable when no one else has. When my mother and my friends have abandoned me because they’re scared of me. Everything has seeped away, everything I ever loved. These walls are all I have left. A symbol of what I have become. Empty.

As he sat stiff backed and upright in the hard wooden chair, Jotham looked around anxiously. He could only see three of the walls, and the ceiling, if he craned his neck upwards, but that was enough to make him very uneasy indeed. They were grey and bare - not silver grey, but a horrible murky grey, that made it seem like everything was closing in on him. The room was rectangular; not at all wide; there was perhaps a metre between him and the nearer two walls, but it was extremely lengthy; probably about fifteen metres long.

Hell, If I could, I would have turned right around. But I couldn’t. There was still something blocking my free will. It wanted me to go inside one of the buildings. Seconds later I feel the same force dragging me towards the A lettered building. 4 windows covered with dust shadow the view from the inside. I can barely make out the structures inside. Obviously everything was abandoned, so the sound of nothingness, not even the wind, was very eery. I arrived to the front entrance. You could clearly see how old everything was. The brick and concrete were beginning to crumble, chunks of rock falling from the building's sides. A large rusty chain was keeping the twin metal doors locked with a simple padlock on them. The rust seemed as though it was severe. A simple pull and the whole thing came apart with the lock on the ground. “How long has this been here?”, i question. Rust shouldn’t have weakened the metal that much. My legs alert me once more and I continue forward march. Through the twin doors, I was in what looked like an old, burned office. There was a receptionists desk in front of me charred black, filing cabinets all around were also charred. Everything in there was burnt to a crisp. There was no smell in there, so this was not recent. I continued up to some metal stairs which made some uneasy noises. Once up there was only one place to go, a conference room of sorts. Charred tables and chairs, but my legs keep me moving. They take me

cold and ominous, at some point I realized I was still awake but not really awake in a sense;

Lucid dreaming - you are in a dream while you are still inside that dreamyou realize that you are within it you are able to understand what is going on and being able to control it, enjoy it etc. lucid dreaming is a happy beautiful sensation . its amazing thing to experience but just like anything there are two sides so everyt spectrum and what seems to be the opposite of lucid dreaming is known as sleep paralysis. Sleep paralysis is something that each time we sleep at night we enter it , when entering rem the dream cycle of our sleep stages are body goes into something known as atonia. This atonia esttentially paralyzes our muscles and does this for a good reason because when we are in dreams and acting our those dreams in our minds, we wouldnt

Once you feel yourself in a dream, say aloud “I’m dreaming” and you’re free to do as you please. Try flying, or doing something you can’t usually do.

“Dreams are a series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.” This is the true definition of what dreams are according to Free Dictionary.com. Although many people are unaware of how dreams actually work there are two psychologists that have been able to pinpoint the true meaning of dreams. These two men are Carl Jung and Sigmund Freud. There are many different perceptions on how people dream, what dreams mean, and why people dream.

I don’t know who I am or how long I’ve been here. I’m in a small room with metal walls, ceiling, and floor. I can almost see a reflection on the wall. I detect some white, and some orange above it, but it’s nothing more than blurs. I am only wearing some kind of black, skin-tight underwear. I reach to feel the wall in an angered, feral state. It feels smooth. The room is empty: just three holes (two inches in diameter) on the ceiling, and a camera on a vertex of the ceiling. The holes look about six inches in depth. I can’t form a single thought. I notice tiny, spherical holes in the veins of my antecubital space. I am fed up being here. Suddenly, I feel my will return. I begin to realize the holes in my arm are from a needle. I can only

I am so emotionally invested in my clients, which allows my clients to actually IMPLEMENT and DO everything we create. I couldn’t do this if it was an automated, generic, run of the mill, done to death business mentoring program. If I give them that, that is exactly what they will create and THAT is not smart, savvy or a success generating lifestyle and business. Nor is it the change I want to see in the world. The past weeks of my AWAKE program we have been putting together what would seem to business basics, BUT that doesn’t it cut it in my eyes. We go so deep that my clients are amazed at the result, because they have never done anything like it (most of my clients have had several coaches, mentors and been around the block a couple of times)

In the context of awakening, the only thing that matters is whether you are present or whether you are lost in your mind. If you are truly present in this moment, then you are an awakened being, at least for this moment. If you are in the mind, you are entering a world of past memory and future imagining. You are entering a world of idea, concept, opinion and belief. You are entering a world of illusion and separation. If you believe in your thoughts, ideas, opinions and beliefs as somehow being true, you will become absorbed into the world of the mind and disconnected from Presence.

My heart sunk as I stared at the empty page crumple into nothingness. My hands intricately folded the blank paper and formed an airplane. My hand drew back and sent the plane flying. I grabbed another piece of paper. This time I'll be able to write something. But I was wrong. I couldn’t think of anything.

that one is dreaming and that the dream is coming from the self. The notion that

My eye catches a light emitting blinding flashes from the depths of the place, cutting through that stagnant black. I drift toward it, entranced. The static rises as I draw nearer and nearer, as if the hair of the room itself sharpens and stiffens, up on edge like the tips of fingers brushed down an unsuspecting spine.

This Philosophical question was presented in Descartes’ first meditation where he introduced dreams that get individuals to confuse both dreaming and waking state. Descartes explains in his text; “I have been tricked by exactly similar thoughts while asleep!...I see plainly that there are never any sure signs by means of which being awake can be distinguished from being asleep.” (Descartes, 1996). Furthermore, Nagel raises another question – would

In these few lines from the poem “Chuang Tzu and the Butterfly”, Li Po simplifies the question raised by Chuang Tzu: Which is the true reality? Are we currently in the true reality or is the true reality in our dreams? These questions separate dreams and reality into two different concepts; however, in Japanese tales a common theme, when it comes to dreams, is the blending of these concepts. Kawai addresses this and aptly states that this blending is due to the “free interpenetration of this world and the dream world”. Dreams are the doorways between worlds/realities. Dreams can act as the door to the land of the dead, to your higher self, or even to the gods.