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.