I have been trying to stay conscious while dreaming for several months, and it always felt too freaky when I got close to fire, but I finally figure out a cheatcode of sorts.
(By the way, MO, I read your post on Lucid Dreaming, with the CrAzY all-caps lady yelling at you, and I fear this experience is going to confirm your thoughts on the subject).
The method that yielded success this morning: Basically, when you're waking up for the day, instead of getting up, allow yourself to fall back to sleep, where you will then go into dream overdrive, where you're falling in and out of waking state repeatedly, and just latch onto one of those waking moments and ride the wave of consciousness back into sleep. And you're in. It's really THAT easy.
This morning I did just that-- I made the above-mentioned effort to ride back into dreaming with my consciousness intact, and I finally pulled it off.
First of all, it's nothing like what I thought it was going to be.
I was in a large hospital and could hear some kind of echoing orchestra off in the distance. So I immediately realized I could do whatever I wanted and started flying down the halls toward the music.
Several people saw me and they just looked a little bit agitated rather than interested in the flying person. I quickly realized that having people freak out when seeing me flying was far more interesting than the mere freedom the action afforded, so it was actually kind of a bummer, LOL.
I drifted out into the music area, which was a theater, and everyone saw me, the band, the audience, and it suddenly hit me that I was completely naked, and it was just kind of embarrassing, like everyone was just wanting to watch the show and not have to be dealing with some flying dude with his junk hanging out. That was the vibe.
So then I was like "what the fuck am I doing in this depressing ass hospital theater place, when I can go wherever I want, do whatever I want"?
So just then I decided "I'm going to the moon", and as soon as I had that thought, I felt something lock me in place in a kind of energetic "full nelson". I felt myself trying to will myself out of it as "the dreamer", but the thing stopped me somehow. I was totally frozen on every level, and it was REALLY REALLY fucking uncomfortable, so I ended up forcing myself to wake up.
Thoughts:
1) it definitely wasn't like a simulation of reality where I can turn the world into anything I want. It was on every level just like a dream, with the only difference being that I was on some level dictating what I was doing. Like I made a decision to start flying and it was a conscious decision, but it was still a kind of muddy dream experience, it wasn't anything super incredible.
2) The full nelson energy force reminded me a bit of the plight of the Silver Surfer, who possesses the Power Cosmic, which means he can do things like fly into the sun and visit other planets without being harmed, and he's immortal, but he's trapped in our Solar System by an energy field that was created by the entity who gave him his powers.
(By the way, MO, I read your post on Lucid Dreaming, with the CrAzY all-caps lady yelling at you, and I fear this experience is going to confirm your thoughts on the subject).
The method that yielded success this morning: Basically, when you're waking up for the day, instead of getting up, allow yourself to fall back to sleep, where you will then go into dream overdrive, where you're falling in and out of waking state repeatedly, and just latch onto one of those waking moments and ride the wave of consciousness back into sleep. And you're in. It's really THAT easy.
This morning I did just that-- I made the above-mentioned effort to ride back into dreaming with my consciousness intact, and I finally pulled it off.
First of all, it's nothing like what I thought it was going to be.
I was in a large hospital and could hear some kind of echoing orchestra off in the distance. So I immediately realized I could do whatever I wanted and started flying down the halls toward the music.
Several people saw me and they just looked a little bit agitated rather than interested in the flying person. I quickly realized that having people freak out when seeing me flying was far more interesting than the mere freedom the action afforded, so it was actually kind of a bummer, LOL.
I drifted out into the music area, which was a theater, and everyone saw me, the band, the audience, and it suddenly hit me that I was completely naked, and it was just kind of embarrassing, like everyone was just wanting to watch the show and not have to be dealing with some flying dude with his junk hanging out. That was the vibe.
So then I was like "what the fuck am I doing in this depressing ass hospital theater place, when I can go wherever I want, do whatever I want"?
So just then I decided "I'm going to the moon", and as soon as I had that thought, I felt something lock me in place in a kind of energetic "full nelson". I felt myself trying to will myself out of it as "the dreamer", but the thing stopped me somehow. I was totally frozen on every level, and it was REALLY REALLY fucking uncomfortable, so I ended up forcing myself to wake up.
Thoughts:
1) it definitely wasn't like a simulation of reality where I can turn the world into anything I want. It was on every level just like a dream, with the only difference being that I was on some level dictating what I was doing. Like I made a decision to start flying and it was a conscious decision, but it was still a kind of muddy dream experience, it wasn't anything super incredible.
2) The full nelson energy force reminded me a bit of the plight of the Silver Surfer, who possesses the Power Cosmic, which means he can do things like fly into the sun and visit other planets without being harmed, and he's immortal, but he's trapped in our Solar System by an energy field that was created by the entity who gave him his powers.
