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.