The Boomerang and the Mountain House: Shouting for Clarity
By Eugene Raphael · Night Report · Liminal Light Lab
Technique: Waking With Intent: noticing each awakening and not moving. Mask: LucidMe. Outcome: repeated boomerang flights, then a mountaintop house more real than waking life.
Catching the fourth awakening
I woke up in the middle of the night and decided to go into dreaming. I set my intention to notice my next awakening and use that time to enter the dream directly. I went back to sleep and then woke up a brief time later. As soon as I woke up, I stayed perfectly still and tried to get off the bed. Nothing happened, so I went back to sleep with the same intention.
This repeated several times, and on the fourth such awakening I simply intended myself to fly across the room. My dream body flew off the bed, way up to the right, went through the ceiling and into the attic. It was dark and details were vague. Before I could react, I was flying back toward my prone position on the bed, super fast.
Each time after that, I flew away from my position on the bed at varying sharp angles, always returning. I was like a boomerang.
The woman who wasn't there
When it settled, I was lying on my bed again, apparently awake. A woman lying next to me woke up and smiled at me. Immediately I realized the problem, which is really no problem at all: I have not woken; I am in bed and I am dreaming. I do not even know this lady. There is a whole story that comes with focusing on her, we have a history, this is our house, but that story is not real and I know it.
I ignored her and stood up, looking for the exit. With no attention on her, she disappeared from the dream scene.
Yelling for clarity
A window looked out over a beautiful valley. I gazed at the landscape, taken in by its beauty and realism. As I left the room and entered the hallway, my vision faded. I could feel my body on the bed, but I could also feel the dream scene; I was still present there.
Some instinct took over, and I yelled loudly in the dream, demanding visual clarity. It worked, oddly well. Suddenly I was standing so fully in the hallway that I was surprised by the realistic "feel" of being there.
It was a beautiful little vacation home of some sort, nestled high atop a mountain, with wall-to-wall windows looking out over the valley. When static and haze began to creep in at the edges, I loudly shouted my intent again, demanding enhanced perception. I did this several times and the imagery sharpened and stabilized into crisp, vivid, realistic detail. It was now more real than waking life. My vision was also better than when I was awake.
Bugs Bunny and the mayonnaise
Down another hallway a baby sat in a highchair, trying to watch cartoons with the volume turned way down. Bugs Bunny, to be exact. I turned it up for her. I knew she was not real, and I laughed at myself a bit for turning up the dream TV. She smiled, slapping at the table.
At the sliding glass door, I thought about flying off into the sky, but it was pouring rain. I decided not to fly into that chaos and risk losing the scene.
A woman from the kitchen came up and began speaking. I could feel that if I gave her attention, she would drain me. She had a whole story for me, a subplot about the baby, and if I gave her any attention that story would take over. In an almost rude fashion, I shouldered past her.
I ran my hand along the countertop; it looked and felt like granite. I wasn't even rubbing my hands together; yelling for more detail alone had sharpened and stabilized everything. At the end of the counter was a squeeze bottle of mayonnaise. I squeezed it, and built-up air pressure sent mayonnaise squirting out the top. I threw it in the trash. One of the women gave me a nasty look and took it out to wash it. I wanted to laugh at her angst; instead, the dream abruptly ended.
Why I ignore the phantoms
"99.99 percent of dream characters are phantoms."
When intent is focused the way sorcerers do it in dreaming, phantoms tend to dissipate naturally. Cavorting with them can be entertaining, but if it's not energetic in nature, it's not a true priority of the energy body. Interacting with phantom dream characters tends to dilute my awareness and drain my energy until nothing is left. The energy body naturally seeks other sources of energy and doesn't fool itself with phantoms. The view gets clearer as we go.
Takeaways
Fly from the waking moment. On the fourth try, intending to fly worked when standing up didn't.
Don't take the story. Every phantom comes with a ready-made history. Refuse it and they vanish.
Say it out loud. Shouting my intent for clarity worked as well as any hand rubbing.
Related
Community: Have you ever been handed a dream character's "backstory"? What happened when you ignored it?
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