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.