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.

477-OB: Blank notebook in class

 

7.05 am

I did just-feel-it technique all night long, lying on my right.

I had a dream. I was in a classroom sitting at the back.

And there were many other classmates as well in class.

And there was a teacher who walked right at the back.

And on my left, walked to the front.

I was afraid he would check on me.

My notebook in front had only a few pages of mostly empty sheets.

And I pretended to read something, but luckily he didn't check me.

Then I realized that all this is just useless, meaningless.

And in the end, all these things are meaningless.

I had a spiritual awakening.

And then I felt the phase state.

And I realized now I was back in bed.

And I feel the buzzing feeling as well.

And I tried to clap my hands and managed to do it.

And then I rubbed my forearms all the way to my face.

And I used my left hand to rub my left side of the body as well.

I then turned around to the left and wanted to rub the side of the bed, but the dream faded.