511-OB: Rising frequency, finger rub

 

8:02 am

Practiced non-resistance and anti-perfectionism.
Then I was going in and out of two dreams, back to back.
After the second dream, I was trying to go back to sleep.
Suddenly, I found myself in the phase state.
I heard a vibration sound that was rising in pitch.
I could faintly feel the fingers of my right hand rubbing.
That was the exit technique.
I didn’t want to rush.
I let the thing develop.
Let the whole thing go deeper.
Eventually, it faded out.

510-LD: Long life with wife, old house

 

8.17am

I practiced non-resistance.

I dreamed that I was with my wife, and we lived a very happy life together.
It was in this house, and it was our home.
Inside, the room looked like an old, abandoned building made of bricks—old-type bricks.
There were windowless windows, two or three of them.
I was floating around.

Suddenly, I remembered that this was such a long dream.
I moved around, clapping my hands.
In the background, I was humming—or hearing—the song Auld Lang Syne.

When I became lucid, I thought how amazing it was that this was such a long lucid dream, and that I could still maintain it without waking up.
I went to one of the open windows.
Outside, it was daytime.

I touched the window sill, clapping my hands the whole time.
And suddenly, the dream faded.

509-LD: Meditate in hall spinning

 

9.31am

I practiced non-resistance.

I dreamed that I was in a big hall doing some meditation. I was kneeling down, sitting on my heels on a cushion. On my left was a Sikh man, and on the right was a lady. There was a deep, trance-like state, and I managed to get the meditation finished.

But then I found myself close to the man on the left, so I adjusted my cushion more to the right. I thought the meditation was over, but then I entered the trance-like state again. This raised my body—my body lifted up while still kneeling—and I fell forward, doing some kind of prostration on the floor.

I thought this must be some kind of advanced state, and I let it happen. After that, I sort of floated up into the air and began to spin in all directions. Then I began to spin clockwise, and that’s when I realized this could be a dream. I became lucid.

I then tried to induce an out-of-body experience. I clapped my hands and rubbed them and felt the familiar rubbery sensation. I then stood up on the floor and walked around. I was now in a dark room, and I tried to peer at my hands. I kept looking and gazing at my palms, and eventually I could see light and color, and objects appearing in the room.

I was now in a dark house. In the living room, I saw a table—a wooden table, rectangular in size, with chairs surrounding it. I walked towards the table, put both my palms on it, and started rubbing. As I rubbed like this, the dream faded.

508-OB: Peering at hands walking out of N-Park house

 

6.44am

Going in and out of several dreams, I finally found myself in a fuzzy state of mind, and I seized the opportunity. I tried to rub my fingers together, and it worked. Then I rubbed my hands together and felt a familiar rubbery sensation.

I took my time, slowly rubbing my hands and fingers together until the sensation became strong. I then rubbed my hands on the mattress and slowly turned my body to the left, swinging my feet over. I stepped onto the floor of my bedroom beside my bed.

Immediately, I rubbed both hands on the wall to the left and walked quickly all the way to the bedroom door, all the while rubbing my palms against the wall. I opened the bedroom door and walked out into the living room of my house at N-Park.

I peered at my hands, holding both palms face up in a prayer position. As I peered, I immediately saw color and light, and the living room became clear. I turned left and right, still gazing at my palms, observing them through my peripheral vision, softly illuminated by the color and light of the room.

I walked toward the main door and opened it, still peering and gazing at my upward-facing palms.

What?

I was not looking directly at the world, but using my peripheral vision. It was daytime, and I could see clearly beyond my fingers, beyond my palms, and into the world. I walked quickly toward the metal iron gates of my house and passed through them, my palms still facing upward as I peered at them.

They were facing up. And beyond them, I could see the horizon and the area extending beyond my sight—N-Park Condominium. I was turning left and right as I walked, and gradually it began to fade, until the dream faded completely.

507-OB: Raining near lift door of N-Park

 

6.53am

Lying on my right, I felt a fuzzy sensation and managed to rub my hands together, feeling a familiar rubbery texture. I rubbed the bed, then turned over and stood up on the floor of my bedroom beside the bed. With my left hand rubbing the curtain and my right hand rubbing the mattress, I walked all the way to the bedroom door and touched the wall of my bathroom on the right.

With my left hand, I opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. Everything was still dark. On the left, I walked a few steps toward the balcony, but decided to turn right and walk toward the living room door instead. I opened the living room door. I was expecting to see daylight, but it was still dark.

I walked toward the metal grill gate and peered at my right hand. Light and color appeared, and I could see everything clearly in daylight. I touched my right palm to the floor, rubbed it, then walked through the metal grill gate and toward the lift. It was raining, and I was very happy.

I walked under the rain and waited for the lift to open. I pressed the lift button, and the lift came and opened. I walked in, the door closed, and I saw a mirror in front of me. I could see a Chinese-speaking face, which was supposed to be me. I enjoyed the reflection of myself in the mirror in front of the lift door.

I sang Auld Lang Syne. I sang and sang and sang while waiting for the lift door to open. At the same time, I rubbed my palms together, expecting the lift door to open. A few times, the dream almost faded, but I said, “No, no, no.” I continued actively singing the song and rubbing my hands, and eventually, the dream faded.