My first moon landing

Category: Experimental
Lucid: Yes

I "woke up" in our old camper far out in the country of the town I grew up in. I knew that when I went to sleep I was far away from this place, so I became lucid. "This is a dream!"
I ran out of the camper and out in the open, trying to figure out what I should do with this lucid dream.

Looking up into the sky I saw the moon. "Maybe I should try to fly to it?"
I've made several attempts to fly out in space ever since reading about it in Waggoner's book, but I always doubt my ability to do it and end up falling down just as fast as I get up in the air.

I filled myself with confidence and started dashing across a field and leaped up in the air. The momentum I got was incredible and I found myself soaring up in the sky at great speed. "This might actually work!" I said to myself... which I shouldn't have. My slight doubt in the sentence with the word "might" killed the momentum and I started floating back down to the ground. I tried one more time but only found myself dwindling down again.

I stared hard at the moon - determined to get to it. Instead the moon started to come towards me. When it got closer I saw that it was only a bad-pixel print out of the moon on a piece of paper. I grabbed the paper and looked at the picture. I remembered my earlier successful attempt at teleporting from one place to another, so I thought I would give that a go. I looked at the picture of the moon, imagined myself being there... then I snapped my fingers.

Instantly I felt weightless and noticed a grey sandy surface below me. I ran a hand over it and felt its ruggedness. I started to float backwards and when I lifted my head I saw earth floating around some leagues away. I was on the moon!

Utter silence ruled this place - I gave myself into the lack of gravity and let my head fall backwards as I stared at the bright stars all around me. I felt sleepy and closed my eyes. Then I woke up into a new dream.

The inner place

Category: Spiritual
Lucid: Yes

I was walking down a hallway when I realized I was dreaming. Some fairy-looking creature came through the wall and asked me to take its hand... so I did. A bright flash later I was back in an area from my childhood, and even though it was outside I still felt as if I was closed in a dome of some kind because there was no clouds or colors in the sky, just a grey hard surface.
Somewhere from within a voice told me this was my "inner spiritual place".
My little fairy guide was there and told me: "Go, explore!"... so I did.

I found numerous places that I felt had a deep connection with my consciousness and my physical being.

In one place - that I'll name the breathing chamber - there was a long hallway with pink smooth surfaces from top to bottom. The hallway contracted and expanded - like if it was alive. Suddenly I noticed the hallway was moving at the same pace as my breathing. Every time I took a deep breath the hallway would expand. When I realized this was some reflection of my lungs I had a slight panic attack and started to breath heavily, and thus the walls started contracting rapidly, getting tighter and tighter. Some green mucus started to pour out through the pink surface and I related to this as some left-over gunk from my pneumonia some weeks back. As the hallway got tighter and tighter I started to run towards the exit - trying to make it out before the hallway collapsed completely, and I just barely got out.

Now outside again I was bombarded with noise - voices, thoughts, sounds - total audio chaos. And my breathing was still heavy, getting close to hyperventilating. The noise was too much to handle. On the rooftops of houses around me there were chubby guys dressed in Iron Maiden t-shirts yelling and screaming. My body started to float until gravity shifted and I was standing on the "dome ceiling" where I could look "up" and have an overview of my childhood place. I figured I had to calm myself down in order for things to come to rest.

I started taking deep controlled breaths. The Iron Maiden guys stopped yelling and disappeared into their houses. I started to float back down to the street from my childhood. The sounds started to disappear.

My fairy guide appeared again with a white board that had a red dot on it.
"You need to clear your mind. Focus on the dot."

I started to stare at the dot and a crosshair appeared on the board and started to circle around the dot. The more I concentrated and relaxed the closer the crosshair got to the dot. I started thinking about all I had experienced so far and the crosshair started to bounce all over the place. "Focus!" I told myself.
"Clear your mind..."

The crosshair got closer and closer to the red dot. Suddenly everything went bright white. I thought of nothing - I heard nothing. My mind was experiencing total silence, total peace from all thoughts and emotions. The feeling lasted for maybe 5 seconds until a voice appeared in my head.
"Good job. Now you need to drink..."

Then I woke up in my bed. My body was completely numb, and my mouth was dried out.
I grabbed my water bottle, sipped down a huge clunk of it, grabbed my pen and started charting down what I had just experienced.

The lottery

This is a follow-up post from the previous one.

The lottery I was in has 34 numbers.

These are the numbers I got from my dream:
7 8 9 2#9
# = I started writing a number and then I scratched it out and wrote 9 instead. So then I decided to take a guess at the number 2, number 9 and 29.

These are the results from the drawing:
3-9-10-12-15-27-32
Extra numbers: 19-31-33

The lottery ticket

In other words - I only landed 1 out of 34 possible numbers. (Number 9)
That can hardly be presented as "impressive results."

Psychic dream? Fail!