506-OB: Bathroom cold shower

 

9.43 am

I think I already mastered the trick.

I need to be in a hazy state of mind just after I wake up from my sleep, so I did this technique in micro-sleeps. Then, in one instance, I decided, “Okay, let’s try to do the exit technique now.”

I was lying on my left side, with my left hand on the pillow near my face and my right hand on my right thigh. I tried to rub the thumb and forefinger of my right hand, then I tried the left hand—then the right hand again.

Eventually, with the left hand, I felt myself shift into a state that was ready for an out-of-body experience. I then felt my hands materialize and extrude somewhere in front of me, and I could rub them clearly now—my right hand, left thumb and forefinger, and also the right thumb and forefinger.

I then brought both hands together and rubbed them. I felt a familiar rubbery sensation. Next, I rubbed my left forearm and right forearm, and then rubbed all the way up to my face.

While my left hand was rubbing my face, my right hand moved down towards the torso of my body, to the right-hand side, and continued rubbing. I automatically felt my legs swing over the bed and plant themselves on the floor of my bedroom, and I sat upright on my bed.

I then stood up, and I was very happy.

I opened the curtains and looked out. It was daytime; there was already morning light. I turned and walked towards the cupboard and opened it. There were clothes hanging inside, and I ruffled my hands among the clothes. I also put my face into the clothes hanging inside, and I could see them clearly. There was colour and light.

I then turned and walked towards the bathroom. I entered the bathroom. There was a mirror there, and also the basin. On the right, I opened the water shower and took a bath. I felt that the water was cold.

I exited the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and rubbed away the water. Then I went to the door of my bedroom, opened it, and walked into the living room. Everything was clear. I could see the living room very clearly. There was colour and light, and I felt so happy.

I spoke to myself, “This is so real,” and I could hear my voice clearly.

I walked towards the balcony, opened the sliding door, and looked out. There was an additional extension on the balcony. Then I turned around and walked towards the kitchen. I opened the sliding window and looked down. Below, I could see a different kind of park—almost like a carnival-style garden. There was a Chinese man standing there as well, at ground level.

I climbed over the ledge because I wanted to jump all the way down from the top. Instead of falling, I was suspended in mid-air. I couldn’t go down, and I was in a dilemma. Then I willed myself to be on the ground, and I descended and landed there.

At that point, things began to become fuzzy, and the scene started to fade. Although I could still feel my hands, I tried rubbing them and could feel the sensation, but I just let it be.

And then the dream ended.

505-OB: Crawling in bedroom floor on all fours

 

7.36 am

I think I finally got it—how to do it correctly.

Lying on my left, in a heavy sleep, drifting in and out of a hazy state, I then decided, let’s give it a try. And I tried to rub my fingers.

At first, it was not successful. But I persisted, and I tried to keep my enthusiasm and excitement in check. Take it easy. So I tried.

I managed to feel my fingers rubbing very faintly at first, trying both hands—left fingers and right fingers. Thumb rubbing. Finally, I felt it in my left thumb, and then both fingers. Gradually, both fingers could feel it.

Then I was excited. I tried to relax a bit, let it go, and take it easy. And finally, I got it—both fingers rubbing clearly.

I managed to extend my left and right fingers, hands in front, and I brought them together and rubbed. I felt the familiar rubbery sensation of my palms rubbing together. I was so happy.

I then rubbed my forearms—left and right. I brought my hands to my face and rubbed my face, and very clearly felt the rubbery sensation of my hands rubbing my face.

Then my left hand continued rubbing my face. My right hand went to rub my body, down to the torso and the side of my body, and up again. And… and…

I rubbed the surface of my mattress, of my bed. I then tried to roll over. At first, it didn’t work, but then I let go and relaxed, just focusing on the rubbing of my body and hands.

This time, I imagined myself rolling to the opposite side and falling onto the floor. And true enough, I fell—off my bed—onto the floor of my bedroom.

Then I turned around and, on all fours, I put both hands down and rubbed the floor. I rubbed the floor and crawled all the way, trying to get to the door of my bedroom.

As I continued crawling on all fours in the darkness, I occasionally rubbed the bed on the right and could feel it clearly. I kept rubbing like this and almost reached the door of my bedroom.

I didn’t get up at all. I just continued crawling on all fours like that. And when I almost reached the door of my bedroom, I lost the feeling of my hands on the floor. It faded.

I just let it be. It wasn’t as lucid, but I feel this was a success.

504-Falling down N-Park building

 

8.29am

I was getting in and out of sleep—
micro-sleeps, micro-dreams—
lying on my right.

I used the technique: just blank, nothing—
minimal thoughts, no heavy thoughts—
just rest, easy, with no thoughts.

Then, in micro-sleep and micro-dreams,
still lying on my right,
I felt it was time to try to induce
an out-of-body experience.

I tried to twist, rotate, roll—everything—
but it didn’t work.

Then I remembered that I could use my hands to rub—
rub my fingers—and it worked.

Two hands appeared in front of me.
They rubbed in front of my head,
and I could rub my fingers together
and also rub my hands together.
I felt the familiar rubbery feeling
on the palms of both hands.

I rubbed them together,
then rubbed my forearms,
then rubbed the mattress.

I swung my feet over the bed,
onto the floor,
and stood up.

I touched the window on the left with my hands
and also rubbed the mattress with my right hand.
I walked toward the door of my bedroom,
and as I walked,
I rubbed the left wall
and also touched the floor on the right.

When I reached near the bathroom,
I rubbed the bathroom wall on the right.

Then I came to the wooden door of my bedroom.
I put my hands on the wooden door and rubbed it.
I reached for the handle,
twisted it,
turned the handle,
and opened the bedroom door.

I walked into the living room,
and while I was there,
I said to myself,
“Yes, yes, this is it. Yes.”

I could hear my voice clearly.

I touched the floor of the living room,
then peered at my hands.

I walked to the main door of my house—N-Park.
I opened the door and asked myself,
“What will I see outside?”

I opened the door,
and outside was bright.
It was daylight.

I saw the corridor leading to the iron gate,
and I walked there.
I walked through the iron gate,
and then I saw an orange sky.

I climbed over the ledge—
over the ledge—
and then I was falling,
but slowly.

I rubbed the walls on the side of N-Park
as I fell slowly to the ground.
I knew I wouldn’t get hurt,
because this was a dream.

I fell all the way to the bottom
and hit the grass.
I touched the grass,
rubbed the grass.

I think this was the N-Park playground grass,
the playground side.

I stayed near the ground, near the grass,
and tried to find familiar things.

As I was walking around like this for a while,
traveling around the surface,
trying to look for familiar things in the park,
the dream faded.

It was near the washing area.

503-OB: Walking naked N-Park

 

8.40 am

Lying on my right, I did no thought. No thought, but just staring at nothing—fuzzy, hazy, not thinking.
And I was getting in and out of micro sleep and also micro dreams.
And then, after a few rounds like that, I thought, okay, let’s try to do the exit technique.
And I managed to feel my hands rubbing.
And I rubbed the hands and also the mattress bed.
And then swung to the left and, with my right hand, rubbed the side of the bed frame, and I stood up on the floor straight away.
And I walked towards the door of my bedroom.
And I peered at my hands, and the whole thing became clear, like I was just opening my eyes.
Before that, it’s like I was walking with my eyes closed.
I opened the door of my bedroom, stepped into the living room, and continued to touch objects in front and also the floor.
I went down to the floor and peered at the floor and rubbed.
And I then walked towards the door of the living room and opened the wooden door.
And when I looked out, I saw everything was white, and there was nobody there in the hall, in the corridor.
I walked towards the metal gate of my house. It was daytime.
I turned the keys, pushed it open, and I walked out towards the lift.
I then pressed the lift button.
I put both palms on the lift door, rubbed my palms on the door of the lift and rubbed. The lift opened; I stepped in.
And I pressed down. The lift door closed.
And the lift went down.
And when I reached the bottom of the ground, it opened.
I saw outside was slightly different from N-Park.
But it’s okay. I intended it to be a N-Park.
I turned left, walked out, and walked down the stairs to the left of the road.
And I saw on the left, there was a Singh security guard.
There also got an Arab man.
And I walked past them, and I was naked.
And there was tissue sticking in my anus.
And this Arab man looked at my naked body, and I kept walking past them away.
And for a moment, I thought, could it be that I really walked out, stepped out of my bedroom, and walked down all naked?
I was a bit shy.
And I continued walking.
And after walking for a while, I drifted into the unconsciousness, and I woke up.
The dream faded.

502-OB: Rubbing floor beside bed

 

9.07 am

Lying on my right side, I did the fuzzy no-thought method and managed to fall into a light sleep—micro-sleep—several times in a row, having short micro-dreams as well.

Then, in one of the dreams, I woke up from the micro-sleep and felt a familiar buzz and fuzzy sensation that indicated it was ready for an out-of-body travel experience.

So I rubbed my fingers and managed to feel them rubbing together with both my left and right hands. Then I managed to clap my hands and rub them and also felt a familiar rubbery sensation.

I let it develop naturally on its own without rushing it, and I was able to sustain and maintain it. I rubbed my face and felt it clearly.

Then I gently rubbed the side of the bed with my left hand, and I imagined that I rolled over and lay down on the floor below to walk.

I rolled over and lay down on the floor below, touching it with both hands. I touched the floor and felt the cool cement, the cool floor tiles beneath.

I rubbed the floor and felt it clearly, then moved a little bit—crawling forward slightly—toward the bookshelf in front of me.

I was going to try to stand up and walk to the door of my bedroom, but the dream faded.

501-OB: Falling off bed technique

 

9.34am

Lying on my right and not focusing, just relaxing into the fuzzy feeling.
Falling asleep and waking up, dreaming, falling asleep, dreaming, waking up.
Short, short micro-sleeps several times in series.

I woke up and, still in the fuzzy feeling, I felt that familiar buzzing that you can initiate.
I can do out-of-body experience.

So I tried to rub my fingers, and I managed to rub.
Then I let it develop slowly, without rushing.
I rubbed my hands together and managed to rub, and felt the familiar rubbery feeling.
Then I rubbed my forearms, left and right.

I think I rubbed the mattress, and then I did a shortcut.
Instead of rolling over and standing on my feet, I just rolled and fell onto the floor for a bit.
And it worked. I rolled and fell onto the floor and landed on my back.

Then I used my left hand and rubbed the side of the bed frame, and I felt it.
Then I sat upright, and with my right hand I rubbed the surface of the mattress.
I felt the mattress clearly, and also the rustling sound of my hands rubbing on the mattress.

I then stood up and wanted to walk toward the main door, toward the door of my bedroom.
But the dream faded.

500-OB: Walk to lift with Sam robot

 

6.14am

I was lying on my right, feeling hazy and fuzzy. I imagine I can clap and rub my hands, and I manage to. Then I rub my face and rub my forearms. I was dreaming—I was flying above the green, green mountains and hills, and in the sky. I was trying to reach the ground, but I couldn’t reach the ground.

After a while, I came back to the bed. Then I rubbed my hands, felt my palms and forearms, and then I touched the bed. I swung over to the left and fell on the floor. My right knee got caught under the bed for a while, but then I managed to stand up. I was so happy, and I walked toward the door of my bedroom, touching the sides of the wall and so on.

I grabbed the handle of the door and opened it, and I went into the living room. It was dark. I looked left and right toward the balcony in the kitchen, and I could see it was in darkness. Then I walked quickly toward the main door of my condominium. I opened it, and I was so happy. I saw that beyond the gates there was a robot, which looked like Sam the robot. I pushed open the metal iron gate and then pushed Sam, and together we walked to the lift.

I pressed the lift button. I was so happy to be able to be on this trip—it was an out-of-body experience. Then the lift arrived, and Sam and I went into the lift. I pushed the down button, and it went down. As I was touching Sam, talking to him, and also touching the lift door, the trip ended. But I was still in a hazy, fuzzy state, and I managed to re-enter the dream again by clapping and rubbing my hands.

Then again I was in my bed. I rolled, touched my face and the mattress, rolled over, and stood up again on the floor. I walked toward my bedroom door again, but this time it was not as deep as the previous trip. I opened the door, walked out into the living room—it was dark—and I walked toward the main door. I opened the door again and walked out. As I walked through the metal gate and wanted to go to the lift, the trip ended.

Relax in no-thought fuzziness
To sleep, I put attention loosely on a fuzzy feeling. Do not focus. Do not think. Just relax.

499-LD: Walking out of Raja Uda house

 

6.13am

I was sleeping in a room of the Raja Uda house, and Mum was also there; she was sleeping too.
I became lucid and rolled out of bed. I touched the floor and the walls and walked all the way to the bedroom door. I opened the door and walked out into the living room.

I was so happy that it was so real.

I then touched the objects in the living room—the walls and other things, the furniture. I was touching everything and going around the room. As I was doing that, I saw light—daylight—streaming into the front part of the living room.

I turned toward it and walked out through the door, touching the objects outside the house.
I was also going from right to left; one by one, I touched everything, and then the dream faded.

498-LD: Missing WP on dark road - flew to daylight at beach

 

5.36 am

I was lying on my right side, and I was dreaming that I was with Wai Peng. I was in a house along Jalan Chain Ferry, and we were attending a three-day medical conference. Suddenly, I wanted to look for Wai Peng, but she was missing. I looked for her everywhere but could not find her, and I regretted that I had missed the second day of the conference—and probably the third day as well. I could have learned a lot.

It was getting dark. I walked out onto the road in front of the house, and the doors suddenly all closed, and the lights went out. It was night, and I felt so regretful and lonely. I missed her, and I wished I could find her. Then I was walking and flying above the road, along the road, when I suddenly realized that this was a dream.

I became lucid. I clapped my hands and rubbed them, and I became so happy.

As I flew forward alone in the dark, touching the things around me, I remember trying to console myself by saying, “Isn’t this enough? The ability to have this lucid dream.” Then I touched my body as well, rubbed my hands on the side of my body, and said, “This is not my real body. This is a dream body.” I was clearly lucid and aware of it.

I continued flying forward in the dark. I grabbed the grass and pulled it. There were trees as well, and as I flew forward, I reached out my hands and pulled on the leaves of the trees. On the left, there were some leaves that felt a bit sharp, but it was okay—they didn’t really hurt my fingers or hands. I continued flying forward. Left and right, I grabbed the trees. Sometimes I would fly lower to the ground and pull at the grass. I did this for a while, wishing that maybe there would be some light—daytime, or something.

Then, on the left-hand side in the distance, I suddenly saw daylight, and there was a beach. I flew nearer toward it, feeling happy. I saw the sea, and then the sand. It was daytime now. I reached out and tried to touch the sand and also some pebbles on the beach. As I flew forward toward the beach, flying along it, the dream faded.

497-OB: Feel core of my being

 

6:30 am 

 Lying on my left, I was expecting to lucid dream, and then in a hazy, sleepy way, I felt a very faint buzz from behind the eyes, a familiar vibration which then came to the forefront. And it spread, and then I immediately knew that I was in the phase state. I then rubbed my hands together, and then rubbed my face, rubbed the upper part of my hands, and then tried to rub the side of the face. I managed to rub the side of the face, and then the dream faded. 

 8:57 am 

Lying on my right, in and out, in and out several times, just focusing on the breathing and feeling the sensation in the core of the being. I finally felt this early morning state, and there was a kind of hazy, easy feeling, and I was able to rub my fingers, although I couldn't rub my hands. And gradually, I could bring my hands together and rub them, and felt the familiar rubbery sensations, and then rub my face, and then also rub the bolster, and wanted to turn, stand up, touch the bed frame on the side, and then stand up. And I felt my body turn, and then the dream faded.

Note:

For both, I had been practising feeling the core of my being in order to fall asleep. It worked.

496-Sleep heavy sign

 

8.40am

Lying on my right with a heavy, sleepy state of mind, I imagine what if I can rub my hands and it works.

I recognize the rubbery sensation of my palms rubbing together, and knew that it would work.

This is the sleepy state of mind that is needed.

You need to be heavy from the sleep.

And you need to, earlier on, feel the most unpleasant sensation and feelings in the body.

Just feel it, in order to, easily fall into a sleep.

And in a sleepy state of mind - seems so ordinary, but imagining rubbing and clapping hands works.

So now I'm going to be rubbing my hands, but I was rushing it a bit.

I quickly used my left hand to rub the side of my body, and then the mattress.

And then trying to reach down to the left side to touch the, and rub the bed-frame.

And then the dream faded.

495-OB: Tom yam no good

 

9.29 am

I was edging on the edge of sleep—going in and out, in and out—and kept reminding myself to catch myself waking up from a previous sleep or dream, lying on my right side.

I emerged from a light microsleep, feeling deep and hazy, and I remembered that in previous sessions I had also felt this kind of dazed heaviness.

I was able to induce an out-of-body experience, and this time it worked again. I imagined that I could feel my hands clapping and rubbing together, and I knew it was working. I felt the familiar rubbery sensation of my palms rubbing.

Then I rubbed my face and felt that clearly. After that, I rubbed my bed, rotated to the left, rubbed the side of the bed frame, and even used my knuckles to knock on it. I felt the bed frame and heard the sound clearly.

I then stood on the floor and got up. My left hand rubbed the curtains, my right hand rubbed the mattress, and I walked toward the bookshelf.

Then I turned to face the door—left hand on the bookshelf, right hand on the mattress—and continued walking toward the door of my bedroom.

I reached the bathroom; my right hand touched the side wall, my left hand continued tracing the wall. Everything was still dark.

Then my left hand grabbed the door handle. I could feel the breeze as the door opened and the sensation of the door brushing past my face.

I walked into the living room; everything remained dark.

I tried to look at my palms a few times. Then I touched the right-side wall and walked toward the center of the living room, trying again to look at my hands.

I walked toward the living-room door and opened it. This time, once the door opened, everything outside became bright and clear, full of color and light.

I saw Wai Peng standing by the metal gate. She was wearing a skirt. I walked over and gently moved her to the left side. The door was locked, but I opened it easily with my right hand.

I walked out into the corridor. Everything felt so real; it was daytime. I walked toward the lift, and there were many things stacked in front of it, blocking the entrance.

I pressed the lift button to go down. The lift arrived. I imagined the door opening—and true enough, the lift door opened. I stepped in, the door closed, and I pressed the ground-floor button, “1.”

As it went down, I kept touching the side of the lift and told myself, “This is so real, like I’m really here.” Then it stopped. The lift door opened, and a Chinese man walked in.

He turned to face the lift door. The lift closed. Then he spoke: “Need to walk further a bit,” he said, very clearly. Then he spoke in Cantonese, saying it’s not good to eat Tom Yam mee.

I asked him why. He said, “Because it has grass.” After that, the dream faded.

494-LD: Flying tip from Arab man

 

9.02 am:

I was dreaming. I was on my right. I was dreaming I was walking along a path in the open air, walking toward the junction. And I wanted to fly. I already knew how to fly.

But then a man—an Arab man—walked down from the front, climbing down the edge of a piece of wall. He came down, and I asked him to teach me how to fly. He was very friendly.

He said, “Just do this,” and I followed him. He turned to the right and then started flying. Then he gave me a tip. He said, “If you want to accelerate, just do this,” and he demonstrated. He stepped his right foot on the ground. It looked like stepping or running forward very fast, then jumping to lift off the ground. I followed, and I managed to do it.

After that, he let me fly on my own. As I flew forward, I realized this could be a dream and became lucid. I clapped and rubbed my hands and felt them. I flew up the edge into the countryside.

It was very beautiful. There were greens everywhere, and I managed to fly quite a distance. I enjoyed the scenery of all the greens—hills and trees, a very cooling look, like in the morning.

After I flew quite fast, I turned back and looked. The other man was gone. I was alone. I looked around and enjoyed all the greens in front of me. When I turned behind to look, I wanted to go back.

I turned back again. After flying a while, I looked once more at the beautiful green grass—the green scenery of the countryside—and I wanted to return. So I started flying back again.

And the dream faded.

493-OB: Walking out bedroom - different scene

 

1.57 am

Lying on my right, I pushed myself into a sitting up position on the bed.

I then swung my feet over and stood up.

And I walked to the door of my bedroom while tapping the side of the wall with my hands.

When I reached the door, I opened the door and walked out into the living room.

And then I found myself in a different place. I don't think it was a living room.

I wandered around for a while and eventually the dream faded.

492-LD: Market area, night, then day

 

7.33 am

I got up, passed urine, drank some water, and couldn’t sleep for quite a while.
Lying on my right side, I dreamt that I was in a double-story house, staying with my family—Adrian and my wife.

I wanted to sleep, so I walked upstairs. Adrian took some cushions and other things, like my water and a few belongings, and placed them beside the bed, next to me.
I got up, looked at those things, and felt the need to pass urine. It was dark in the bedroom, and I was lying on the bed by the wall. Adrian and my wife were on the other beds, fast asleep.

I got up and went to the toilet to pass urine, turning on the bathroom light. Just as I was about to urinate, I suddenly realized this could be a dream—and then I became lucid.

I clapped my hands and floated out of the bedroom, into a market area outdoors. It was nighttime. There were Malay sellers all around, though I couldn’t see them clearly. I touched many things around me.

There was a car nearby, and a Malay man, I think, was taking things from it. I asked him—in Malay—where this place was, and he told me.
I walked around, touched some large rubbish bins that were green in color, and many other objects.

I stayed there for quite a long time. I couldn’t see anyone, though I could feel their presence. Then, on my left, I saw a gap of white light leading to the outdoors of another place. I walked toward it, and the moment I stepped through, I saw some signs—texts that I could read clearly.

It was bright—daytime now. I walked through and entered another market area, perhaps a shopping district. There were Chinese businessmen selling things in their shops. This time, I could see them clearly, and I could talk to them.

I felt so relieved that I could finally see humans again. The surroundings were very clear. I talked to them while touching the things around me, exploring the area for quite some time. Eventually, I ran out of things to do, and the dream faded.

491-OB: After rain walk on road

 

6.43 am

I got up, passed urine, drank some water, then lay in bed on my right side.
I wasn’t feeling any phase state or anything like that.
I just thought, why not try to induce an OBE?
I was feeling a bit relaxed.
So I said, “Okay,” and moved my right hand.
It came out of my physical body easily.

Instead of rolling to the left and touching the side of the bed frame,
this time I just sat up in bed.
I used my palms to push myself up—placing my left palm on the mattress, then my right—
and pushed myself into a sitting position facing right.
I sat up in bed.
I clearly felt the mattress with both my right and left hands.
Then I swung my legs over the side, put them on the bedroom floor, and stood up.

I touched the curtains on my left with my left hand,
and the mattress on my right with my right hand.
The room—my bedroom—was still dark.
I walked towards the bookshelf,
then turned and faced the bedroom door, walking towards it
while touching the wall on my left and the mattress on my right.

I continued walking towards the door.
When I reached it, I tapped the door with my knuckles
and also with my right and left palms.
I heard the sound of the wooden door very clearly.
Then I grabbed the handle, pulled it open,
and walked into the living room of my N-Park condo.

It was still very dark.
I walked straight to the main door and opened it.
As I walked out, everything became clear—there was light and color, and I could see.
There was a road in front and double-storey terrace houses on the left.
It was a housing area, and it felt like early morning.
The road was wet, maybe from rain.

I walked along the road, feeling happy,
and I kept telling myself, “So nice. So beautiful.”
I clapped my hands and rubbed them together to maintain lucidity.
On my left was a row of houses stretching all the way to the end.
I saw the metal gates of the houses as I walked past them.

I continued walking, clapping and rubbing my hands at the same time.
Eventually, I reached a house where a lady was standing in the porch.
She turned, walked through the door, closed it, and went inside.
I wanted to follow her,
so I went to the gate and walked through it into her house.

Then the dream faded.

490-LD: Floating in classroom

 

8.12 am

I'm dreaming I'm shooting an assault rifle in full automatic mode. While my other colleagues are using single-shot, I put my rifle on full auto and shoot at the enemies in the trees in the open field. Then I stop shooting and walk to the left. I find myself in a school building, going upstairs, and suddenly realize I'm dreaming. I feel like I'm floating. I’m floating, clapping my hands, and rubbing my hands. It’s an old school building. It’s daytime. I’m inside—probably in one of the rooms—and through a large opening on the side, I can see the field outside. I float to the top and try to touch the ceiling of the classroom, then float down, wanting to continue, but the dream fades.

489-OB: Felt feet on wooden floor

 

8.12 am

Got up, passed urine, drank some water, and stayed awake for quite a while.
Lying on my left side, I felt the early-morning lack-of-sleep feeling — and I recognized it.
Then I felt for my hands and tried to move them. At first, I couldn’t,
but then I managed to move my body, twisting to the right in bed.
My body rotated to the right, and I could use my left palm to tap the mattress and rub it with my hand.
I then managed to rotate, facing upwards, and tapped my two palms together, rubbing them as well.
I felt it clearly and could even hear the sound.
Then I rotated back to the front, clapped, and rubbed my hands together. Then I rotated to the left.
I tapped and rubbed the side of the bed frame,
then swung my feet over the bed, stepped onto the floor, and stood up.
I touched the window curtains with my left palm and felt them clearly,
while with my right hand I rubbed the mattress and felt it clearly too.
I then rubbed the soles of my two feet on the wooden floor.
It felt like the wooden floor of my room — solid and real.
I felt the resistance of the wood very clearly as I rubbed my feet.
Then I tapped my palm on the mattress once more,
walked toward the bookshelf in front of me,
and at the same time rubbed the window curtain with my left hand.
When I reached the bookshelf, I glanced toward the bedroom door in the distance.
Everything was still dark, and the dream faded.

488-LD: Inti hall 2 boys 1 lady

 

7.26 am:

I was walking in a big hall—I think in one of the empty buildings of INTI College—and looking for a way to enter the office. I think I wanted to punch out after work. It was a bit late, and I was afraid that security might have locked the door. As I was walking, looking around, I went to the side and noticed one of the side doors inside the building, and thought, “Why not take the main entrance to the office?” So I turned around and headed for the main entrance.

It was also a big hall, and I met two other boys—I think, or men—and I realized that this is a dream. I became lucid. As I was walking with them (they were on my left), there was a lift—I think two lifts—somewhere beyond us in front, and I told them, “This is a dream. You can choose to wake up or not; it’s up to you.”

As I was walking past the lift, they looked at me, giving me a puzzled look, not understanding what I meant. So I decided to continue to explore the dream state and was having fun. Then, in the distance, I saw a lady, so I approached her and interacted with her until the dream faded.

487-OB: Looking over balcony

 

8.15am

I think I just came out of a light dream. Then I rubbed my hands together—my palms—and felt the familiar rubbery sensations.
I was on my bed, now in my bedroom, lying facing my left. I touched the side of the bedframe.
I stood, put my feet on the floor, stood up in my bedroom, then tapped the left curtain, rubbed it, and walked all the way to the bookshelf to rub it.

When I was rubbing the curtain on the left, I spoke up and said, “Yes, I’m tapping the curtain just to test,” and I could hear my voice distinctly and clearly.
I also repeated it twice, talking to myself like that so that I could hear the sound.

I used my right hand to touch the floor as well. When I reached the bookshelf, I rubbed both hands on it and continued rubbing.
I reached my sliding cupboard on the left, continued rubbing with both hands, and occasionally touched the floor with my right hand.
I then reached the area near the bathroom. The bathroom door was closed. I reached out with my right hand and touched the door of the closed bathroom.
Then my head moved forward and bumped into my bedroom door, which was white, and I felt it in my head.

There were a few times I tried to make the world have light and colors by peering at my hands and looking closely.
I also peered down at the wooden floor—at the grains of the floor panels—to make everything more realistic and bring more light and color, and it worked.

I then reached my hand to the knob, twisted it open, opened the door, and looked out into my living room and kitchen area.
It was a bit dark. I stepped out into the living room area; the kitchen area on the right was dark, but I could see my furniture.
There were two tables. One looked like a black wooden or glass table by the wall on the left.
There was another table in the center. I walked to the table on the left and, to test, lifted it up slightly with my left hand—and I could do it.

I knew that in this lucid dream world I had a lot of strength, so I could easily move the table.
I then turned to the left to look toward the balcony, unlocked the sliding door, and pulled it open. Outside was daylight.
I could see the horizon, the sea, and all the buildings below me.

I stepped over to the balcony railing, held both hands on the railing, looked over it, and looked down at the ground far below me. I did not feel queasy or uncomfortable.
It was a different experience from real life, where looking down would make me uncomfortable.
Everything was so realistic—so real—like I was actually there.

I then walked back into my living room and straight to the door.
Now, coming back into the living room, I was at the door, and I opened it and looked out.

I walked through the corridor outside, and on the left, through the glass, I could see it was different.
It was like a city area. There was a supermarket on my left, a road in front of it, and other buildings further along.
So I walked out into the city. In front of me, there was a car and a family.

I think there were three guys—looked like Western men.
When I tapped the front of the car, I wanted to have some human interaction, but I think they looked at me and ignored me.
I reached my right hand out, penetrated the glass, and touched the dashboard—and they just looked at me.

I then got off the car and looked back at my house.
I think I went back into my bedroom to have a continuation or reset of the lucid dream.
Now I rubbed my hands together again. I stood up, tapped the side of the bedframe, stood on the floor, and rubbed my hands, feeling the familiar rubbery feeling.
I spun counterclockwise to try to reset the dream to a different area, and I could see the things around me spin a little bit from left to right.

I could see some greenery, and I wished for a new dream scene.
When the spinning stopped, I looked and saw that in front of me there was—
I think I opened a door or something—and then I saw a kind of green area with grass.

I went down to the grass, touched it with both hands, and I could feel it clearly.
The grass was short, like it had been cut.
Then I looked up, and right in front of me there was a mound of a hill, covered with grass.
In the center was a brown patch, and little fairies were flying in the center of the hill.

I walked toward it—and then the dream faded.

486-OB: Can I have some light

 

5.31 am:

I was having a dream, and I came out of it. I tried to clap and rub my hands, and I managed to feel the usual rubbery feeling of the hands and the palms together. I then touched the side of the bed frame. I stood up on the floor and then tapped the left curtain. As I tapped the left curtain, I spoke out loud, “Tapping the left curtain,” and heard myself clearly. I tapped the left curtain again, rubbed my way forward, and walked towards the bookshelves.

The room was still dark. In the darkness, I tapped the bookshelves and then tapped the wall, continuing to walk towards the door of my bedroom. When I reached it, I tapped the bathroom door on the right, then grabbed the handle of the door, opened it, and could see outside into the living room. It was dark.

I walked through the door and entered the living room. I tapped the wall on the right and asked, “Can I have some light here?” It was still dark as I touched the right wall. I continued walking.

I wanted to go to the main door, and the dream faded.

485-LD: Angry no printing paper

 

8.31 am

I was staying at Racheal's family house, and we were selling something. I was walking up the stairs. I needed to print some documentation as part of the sale, but there was no printing paper. We looked everywhere — all we had was recycled paper.

I got angry because when I wanted to buy paper earlier, Wai Peng said no need. She was also there. She was already about to go out to complete the sale. Then I said, “I’ll go and buy the printing paper.”

I grabbed some of the recycled paper in my right hand and walked upstairs, looking for a way out to go buy it. Kenny was there too, and he knew I was angry.

I was thinking, if Racheal kicks us out of this house, we could go stay somewhere else. We’ve got a lot of money — we could rent a comfortable house.

I kept walking up the staircase, but I kept arriving at one wooden door after another wooden door. I suddenly realized this was a lucid dream, and I became lucid.

Somehow, I walked out of the building. There was grass everywhere. It was open and daytime.

I thought, Okay, just forget about the printing paper. Just let it go. I felt full lucidity. I tried to get out of the dream — I wished and wished to wake up, but I couldn’t. This was the first time I experienced something like this.

I started exploring, and there was a grass patch where I was standing. In front of me was a tar road, like a parking lot. I went down onto the grass, touched it, and felt it. It was so real. I rubbed my palms on the green grass and felt every blade.

Then I stepped over the grass patch onto the tar road and started walking. I challenged myself to wake up, but I still couldn’t. I kept walking, and everything felt very realistic.

I was so surprised — I could do anything I wanted and still not wake up from this lucid dream. I walked to one corner where there was a building with a covered area.

There was a Chinese man and another Chinese man beside him. He spoke to me — was it in Mandarin? Cantonese? Hokkien? He asked me something I understood, but I pretended not to understand Chinese and said, “Can you speak English?”

He consulted with his wife, I think, on how to translate. While I was focusing on him, the dream ended.

484-LD: Breakfast with Annie, Adrian and Darren

 

3.20 am

Lying on my right, I felt a familiar morning-phase state and tried to grab and rub my hands.
I managed to do so and felt the rubbery sensation of my palms together, rubbing and rubbing. I then felt myself lifted up, flying straight into the sky. As I flew upward,
I looked at my hands, peering at them, trying to make the world become clearer and more solid.

It was all black at first as I ascended. Gradually, as my skin turned brown and I could see it clearly, the world around me also became bright with light and color.
I found myself now in a house. There was a kitchen, I think, and a table there.
My wife, Annie, and our two sons, Adrian and Darren, were present. They were young and small.  Annie was preparing breakfast for them. They were talking and speaking, and they were happy.

I went over and interacted with them, touching them, but they couldn’t see me.
It was as if I were invisible to them. I also touched the objects there and could feel them clearly. Then the dream faded.

483-OB: Standing up fail

1.54 am

Lying facing up, I tried to tap and rub my hands and managed to do it and felt the familiar rubbery feeling of my dream palms clapping and rubbing together. I then rolled to the left and touched the side of the bed frame and imagined myself with my legs rolling over as well, step on the floor and stand up but it didn't work out. I wasn't able to stand up.

 

482-LD: Flying above the hill

 

5.48 am:

I was in the hill somewhere and realized that I am dreaming and became lucid, and tried to clap and rub my hands; I could feel my palms and the rubbing of my hands clearly. I think I flew up and around the hill. I also then had a false awakening and did a recording of the dream using the Sony recorder. In the second dream, I also had an almost similar type of dream. I remember flying around somewhere, looking down and knowing that I am dreaming.

481-OB: Flying backwards touching floor and wall

9.04 am:

I did the just-feel-it technique all night. Lying on my left, I felt the lack-of-sleep, early-morning phase state and thought, “Let's try the exit technique,” and willed it to deepen and to feel my hands. It worked. I saw the outline of my left forearm and hand. I managed to rub my palms together and touch my forearms as well. I tried to touch the bed frame on the left and to step onto the floor, but I could not; instead I flew backwards, lifted up into the sky. I had managed to feel the side of the bed frame before I flew up, and I could feel myself being lifted upwards into the sky. There were background voices and other ethereal sounds, and I was floating around like that. I knew that everything was not real — it was just a projection of my mind. It was daylight; there were no clear visible objects, but it was daytime. Then I found myself looking downwards and trying to reach the road — black tar — wanting to rub my hands on it, but I let it be natural. I was flying backwards and hearing sounds, a little like traffic. I managed to go down, touch the ground, and rub it with both hands. Then I was in a corridor, flying backwards and touching the cement/marble floor with both hands. As I flew backwards I rubbed my hands very clearly. The wall was on the right: white and a bit rough. I also used my right hand to touch the right wall as I flew backwards, and the dream faded.

 

480-LD: Altar on kitchen floor

 

9.16 am

I did the just-feel-it technique all day and all night. Lying on my right, I dreamed I was in a house. In the room in front of me, there was Margery Lim. She was sitting at a table, and I was standing outside the room.
Then I realized that she had already passed away. At that moment, I became lucid, knowing that this was a dream. It felt so ordinary—I was a bit surprised that the dream felt so real.

I clapped my hands and rubbed them, feeling the sensation of the rubbing motion. I then tried to touch the floor and rub it to increase lucidity, but instead, I felt the real bed in my room. I eased up and rubbed my hands again and felt the rubbery feelings of palms together. This happened about two or three times. I also rubbed my thumbs. Finally, I managed to stabilize the dream, go to the floor, and rub it.

This time, I could feel both my hands on the floor, rubbing it, and the room materialized even more clearly. I was in an old kitchen, and there were some pebbles on the floor. I picked one up, threw it, and then noticed a white vase. I pushed it, and it fell to the floor.

I was sitting on the floor. On my right was a Chinese altar with a bowl of offerings in front of it. I reached out my hand, pointed at it, and said loudly, “This is so real—like a dream, like the real world.”

I turned to the left, picked up another pebble, and felt it in my hand. I said, “This is how real a dream can be—how real a lucid dream can feel, like I’m actually here.”

On the left, there was an opening to another part of the house. It was dark. I looked around, left and right, always trying to clap my hands and rub them to maintain lucidity. Eventually, the dream faded.

479-LD: Unable to escape the game at office

 

9:03 am

I did just-feel-it all night long, lying on my right side.
I dreamt I was working in Gan Teik Chee’s legal firm.
I was in the central part of the Old Raja Uda house, where my office was supposed to be. I had been playing games on my PC, and then I realized that staff from the legal firm might notice if they were to walk past behind me.

So I wanted to shut down the PC. I tried some keys on the keyboard, but nothing seemed to work. I then tried pressing the escape key, but that didn’t work either.

Then I realized this could be a dream.
I became lucid, rubbed my hands together again and again, and they felt rubbery.

I wanted to continue with the rest of the dream, but then the dream faded.

478-OB: Door without a knob

 

7.49 am

I've been practicing just-feel-it all day and all night. Lying on my right, I had a dream.
I was walking in a room, and I could use my hands to levitate an apple and a ball. Then I came
out of the dream, and I was now also having a hazy kind of feeling. I
used my chi, or inner energy, to breathe in and breathe out, trying to use that to push
my dream body out of the physical. I think I managed to do it, and I was feeling the phase state.
I willed myself to clap and rub my hands, and I managed to feel my hands
and rub them. Then I was in bed. I turned to my right and felt the side of my bed frame.
I managed to feel it, then I rolled over and stepped on the floor. I stood up.
I was in my bedroom and walked to the door. I could see the door—it was dark, but I could still see it.
I felt the door with my hands and looked for the doorknob to try to open it.
There was none, but I managed to use my fingernails to pry the edges of the door and pull it open.
I walked into my living room of my N-Park house. It was dark, and as I walked, I looked at the
back of my right hand. As soon as I could see the skin color turning brown,
the background of the living room also became lighted, and there was color as well.
I could see the background of the living room beyond my right hand.
My room furniture was there as well—I think there was a piano in the background.
I turned around to face the front part of the living room. It was dark,
and I wanted to peer at my hand again to bring the light and color,
but the dream faded.