Many Kinds of Flying
(Note: There has been some research done on the sensation of rocking and
its effect on the vestibular system and a subsequent increase in lucid
dreaming. At the beginning of this dream, please note that the "rocking"
is occurring "in" the dream and then leads to lucidity. I have
noticed this in many of my lucid dreams. It may suggest that as far as
our vestibular system is concerned, "mental rocking is just as good
as physical rocking". So the next time you want to make another character
in the dream lucid like you, then rock 'em.)
Wendy and I are in a small plane -- the pilot is horrible -- we are coming in for a landing in a thunderstorm, so we swoop and swerve all over, dodging electric lines and trees! Finally we land and get out. As we begin to walk in the dusky night, I sense that the setting is just "too dreamy". Then I become convinced. I tell Wendy, "Let's fly! I'll show you how," and I grab her arm and we fly about 50'. We do this a few more times. She keeps getting better each time. I finally tell her that to fly well when lucid, you have to "see yourself where you want to be." I point to a car, and say, "see yourself there and then fly, it's easier." I joke with her and we laugh about it. We go through a gate and into a beautiful garden -- it is almost like a mini-paradise. I wonder if this scene is a reflection of my happy mood or has some other meaning.
We walk into a scene of some guys setting up something by a wall. I decide to try an old trick and so I announce, "All of those who are mental forms, disappear!" But I am surprised that they don't disappear since this has worked in times past. Instead they look at me over their shoulders. I keep moving.
We go farther. I tell this one guy who looks like Robin
Williams that I want to know all there is about flying in dreams. He says
dryly, "Not that Superman kind of flying stuff." I say, "Yes."
He shakes his head and explains, "You have got to understand that
there are many different kinds of flying." He pauses. "There's
jungamon, hugamon, and tagamon flying and there's...." (he continues
with about four more odd names). He tries to make a point that different
types of lucid flying are required for different types of lucid environments,
and that it is best to use the most appropriate one. Superman flying seems
to be a very modest level. He goes on with more information about using
thoughts, mental mentations, and flying. He has a helper who looks a bit
like Craig Webb.
We walk into a banquet area. I see some nice dishes and yogurt and strawberries,
etc. The Craig-guy grabs some. A young wait staff woman looks at me and
then says to another, "Is he the one?" The other gives her a
look as if to say, "Don't spoil it." Then the Robin-looking
guy says that he has some very interesting things for me - that he will
reveal more than ever before. He keeps announcing his 'mystery' in different
ways until I begin to wonder, if he really has any knowledge to share.
(Gets a bit fuzzy here.)
Somehow I fly off or begin to see a small electrical device with cords, and there are two people lying there nearby. They seem to be sleeping or unconscious. As I wonder what to do next, I can hear our cat in 'waking reality' - it keeps pushing on the door, and I begin to have a false awakening of writing this dream down - then it bangs again and I awake. Robert, August 5-6, 2002
The Flying Teacher
As I dream, there is very little imagery - like a slice of light coming
through a window into a darkened corridor. The major sense is aural -
I can hear at least 2 monologues going on at the same time, like overlapping
radio stations. One's a woman's voice; one's a man's. I concentrate on
the woman's voice and am gratified to be able to bring it in stronger;
the man's voice fades but never completely dissipates. The woman's voice
sounds like mine; the topic is something I might have thought about in
the past. I wonder why I would be thinking this now. It's like replaying
an old tape.
I don't overstrain myself and let the voices go before I absolutely must. So, instead of waking up from fatigue, I go naturally into the next lucid dream scene.
I find myself in a large room with a high ceiling, filled with a coed group of around 12-15 adults. Some are seated in desks, so the place has a classroom feeling, but there are also people on couches and in easy chairs.
"What are we all doing here on the ground?" I ask everyone. Then, to demonstrate my point, I will myself upward. My eyes are closed, my head slightly tilted back, my arms are down at my sides in a stiff-backed pose. I shoot straight up, above head level, then float, looking down at the people below. "Who wants to fly?" I inquire. There are no takers.
But remembering this response in a past dream, I'm not deterred. I float down so my feet are at waist level. I lean over and extend my arms toward a young, light-haired woman; she extends her arms in response. I easily float the two of us back up to my former level. Then I release her, knowing she can now float on her own. I do the same for an older dark-haired woman. I especially remember my hands round her waist feeling the nubby texture of her orange-tinged vest. "Who else wants to fly?" This time more than half of the remaining people raise their hands. Too much for just me to handle, so I gesture to the floating women, "Go take care of them." And they do.
I head for a balding man who is sprawled out on a couch. The women had given me no trouble, but he is *heavy.* "Think up! Up!" I instruct him. This helps us rise to the correct level.
I carefully swing-fly him around a bit, to demonstrate what flying might be like for him. But he's still so heavy, that I can't let go without him settling back down to the ground. © Linda Lane Magallon, October 16, 1990
Fying Around a Magazine Tree
. . . After a few weird dreams - I am in the basement at home. One of
the walls is missing and some of the stuff stored down there is missing
too. [There is no wall where I thought there "should be" or
"was" but the basement floors look clear and clean. There is
some clutter but it is to the sides. The basement looks open.] I think
something like "So this is how the basement looks without that stuff
in it." I then know that I must be dreaming. I fly/hover and look
out of a south-facing window (near the furnace?). I see trees, one with
light-colored leaves. I sing/say "I'm dreaming and flying" and
I concentrate on the tree, so that I can pass through the window and be
outside without focusing on the window as an obstacle. It works beautifully
and I feel no resistance as I pass through the windowpane to outside and
glide to the tree. I'm all the while singing about flying and going to
the tree. It is sunny out. As I fly closer to the light-leafed tree (it
is among green leaf trees and all are moving in a nice breeze) I see a
magazine (McLean's?) in the tree. There are several others there too.
I know they are all Canadian magazines. I wonder why they are there. I
fly around the tree, looking at the magazines and then I set my sites
in the direction of the beach. My flying isn't very stable. I'm still
singing that "I'm flying! I'm flying!" I fly upside-down and
backwards (vertical). This seems to work OK. I move slowly toward the
beach. The feeling of flying is very nice. I either wake or I continue
to dream nonlucidly. Lucy, August 21, 1999
Flying Dream
I was standing with these two women looking at this house. It was night-time
and the house was dark. They were talking about wanting to go into this
house. They were afraid to. So I spoke up and said, "I am not afraid,
I will go in there and see what is going on." So in I went. The house
was empty, except for this one room. As I approached the doorway I saw
this brilliant glowing light. Hanging from the ceiling was this most amazing
spiraling light form of energy. I went up to it and merged myself with
it. I felt myself expanding. I grew and grew, so huge that my energy flowed
out of the house and into the surrounding landscape. I spoke these words,
"We all create our own realities". My voice was so loud and
booming that it sent reverberating echoes out over the land. Then I withdrew
from the spiraling energy form and walked back outside. I was so excited
that I went over to the two ladies and picked them up in my arms and flew
them all over the sky. I was singing to them and just so joyful to be
able to comfort them and to be flying with such ease and playfulness.
Once again there was not one particular part of the experience where I
suddenly became lucid. I knew from the beginning of the dream that I was
creating it. Once you grasp that full realization, that you indeed not
only create your life, but also every aspect of your dreams, then you
understand that there really is no part of you that is unconscious or
not aware. You are always in a lucid state of "beingness". Shirley,
October 10-25, 1998
Flying in the Gray
I am driving down a road on a rain drenched highway. Up ahead, I see that
the river is flooding and the bridge is underwater. Some police are directing
traffic. I get put in a building or school with many others. At some point
I see a neighbor and we do hand gestures. Later I am in a hall and get
out a portable heater. As a woman walks by, it makes me wonder and I realize
that "this is a dream".
I decide to fly down the hall, and take a left at the intersection of halls. Then I see a glass window in front of me and decide to fly through it. Outside I'm flying above the trees. Up ahead I see a school clock on a tower, and I focus my will on it so that I can fly along at a faster pace. As I go along, I start to feel like I am losing the dream, when suddenly, it all goes gray. But oddly, I still feel as if I am flying even though there is no visual imagery. I decide to just stick with it and see what happens. As I wait, a new image pops up. I am now in a grocery store aisle and there are some ladies nearby. Knowing that this is a dream, I make a piece of foil wrapped chocolate fly around. (suddenly there is a flash of light - I hear lightening and wake up)
Note: I've often found that when a lucid dream ends and goes gray, the best response is to wait to re-enter a new dream and maintain your lucid awareness. By simply continuing on in the 'gray' as if it was a dream, your chances of a new lucid dream are enhanced. Also, I've wondered about possible connections between the first and then later new lucid dream. For instance, in the above, my new lucid dream begins in a grocery store aisle -- compare that to the first lucid dream which begins in a school hall (the aisle and hall being similar motifs). Finally, I've often found that I become lucid when a storm front is approaching, which may suggest an electrical charge in the air or some influence of air pressure affecting one's likelihood of becoming lucid. Robert, March 29, 1998
Vibrant Senses
At home in what seems it might be my childhood home yet the window on
the room I'm in is like the room where I am sleeping, yet I don't really
wait around long enough to tell for sure because I spontaneously begin
to go lucid. To confirm it's a dream, I lean partially out through the
front wall and window, tentatively knowing that if I don't pass through
the wall/window then it's not a dream, but if I do, I won't have to worry
because I can fly (interesting logic). Obviously, the latter happens and
it feels great to be fully lucid and flying. I swoop down to feel the
grass with my hands and feet and enjoy the visual clarity of these black
and red pots or pieces of cookware that are there in the green grass.
I take in the colors. I even stick my face down into the grass and feel
it against my cheek, and breathe in and enjoy the fresh smell of it. The
scent is not super strong but I can definitely smell it. I leap up and
fly again, wondering how much time before the dream ends as I fly around
over the community. Then I notice a woman flying in the opposite direction
and so I think that it would be great to go and meet or call in a friend
or two to the dream. But first, I decide to meet whoever it is who went
by. It's someone I vaguely recognize and she's a pretty young woman, maybe
even with slight elements of old friend Janet R. from where I used to
work in my teens. We meet and embrace a bit and there is a slight composite
character element with my new friend C. Anyway, she tentatively starts
to sit on my lap, and there doesn't seem to be any sexual energy. I encourage
her to go ahead and sit down, and we feel a lot of joy to be hugging and
hanging out together as the dream fades. CW, October
23, 2002
I Don't Need to Run and Jump to
Fly
I am in a huge dome-covered community. There are many people there. I
realize I am dreaming, even though nothing in particular seems to trigger
the lucidity. I fly several times up to the ceiling, singing as I go.
I sing very loud and with a strong voice, and even though I know I can't
be heard in the waking world, I wonder what it would be like if I could
be. I enjoy flying so easily and effortlessly, but then decide it would
be better to be flying out in an open sunny sky. I fly up and through
the dome. It seems I do this more than once. Still singing, I go up into
the blue sky. There are only a few clouds. I am at my loudest outside
and sound very good - much better than I believe I could sound in real
life. I try to imitate Holly Cole's voice as I sing the words "blue
sky" (". . . I can see nothing but blue sky. . . "). It
seems to work. I fly over an area that looks like my father's front lawn.
I come down to the ground a few times and run and jump to get airborne
again. Once back on the ground again, I stand in front of a large bush
with small green berries on it beside the north side of the back steps
[not there in waking life]. I decide that I don't always need to run and
jump to get altitude to fly. I raise my arms over my head and instantly
fly straight up into the sky, quite pleased with myself. Flying out over
the front lawn, I see a dark dot on the calm, crystal-clear lake. I think
it must be a seal. I fly out to investigate; I want to go close to it.
Now it seems I'm flying in the water (not swimming). My head is above
the surface and I feel no resistance to my movement in the water. I notice
that I've startled the creature, which is not a seal but is more like
a huge, cute baby snail, though of an ugly green colour. It now seems
to have a hood, I can't see its face. It is also now apparent that lake
has become a gigantic indoor pool. The "seal/snail" goes under
the water near a "wall". There are now other people in the pool,
relatives of mine. I remind myself once or twice that it's a dream so
I won't lose lucidity, but my lucidity fades as I get caught up in teaching
some kids a kind of swimming technique. Lucy, October
21, 2002
Flying Around My Apartment
I'm lying in bed on my right side, thinking that I was just at work. But
no, that can't be right - I had gone to have a nap so I could have a lucid
dream. I hear my sister Jennifer talking about me, something about me
sleeping. I don't clearly hear the other person but from context it must
be my other sister. I know they aren't really here. I feel a piece of
paper or cardboard in my fingers dangling over the bed, causing my wrist
to be sore - that's something I was carrying in the brief work dream.
I let it drop. I feel my body start to rock back and forth - now we're
getting somewhere! I stay relaxed, allow it to continue and increase until
I tumble over the edge of the bed. I don't hit the floor, though I expect
to. I now start to fly around the apartment, after spinning to solidify
my state. Spinning feels very difficult, as though there is great resistance.
But flying about seems easy. I touch things - the wall, a shelf - always
feeling smooth, cool textures. I feel things and look about because I
remember my intention to carefully observe the dream environment. So I
look closely at the floor at one point, and am impressed by how clear
and detailed the images are - the dark wood grains, even the dust on the
floor. "How can this be?" I think, and answer, "Because
the same parts of your brain that make the images now are the parts that
make the images when you're awake." Numerous times I feel I have
to spin, which is always difficult, hard to even turn once. My flight
is totally uncontrolled for the most part, and I just observe or touch
whatever comes into my field of view. I never get a view of my whole room,
but only what is close to me. Also my environment is much bigger than
RL and considerably dream-altered. For example, the individual woodgrain
patterns are much larger and darker, also there are other pieces of furniture
there. At one point I'm orientated upside down to a door; I grasp its
sides and turn myself rightside up. Throughout the dream I feel little
or no emotion, dispassionately observing and acting. Arthur,
June 14, 1999
Untitled Lucid Dream
I woke from a "Wow I'm flying!" dream, and thought 'Why don't
I use flying as my clue to myself that I am dreaming so I can be lucid
in the dream?' When I fell back asleep, I realized that I was flying again,
so I must be dreaming I thought.
"Alright," I said to myself, "I can go for an adventure." I looked around and saw a man with a plane and asked him if I could ride with him. I explained that we were dreaming so we could do anything. He agreed to let me ride in his plane. I asked him to stop at my home before flying up the lake so I could pick something up. He didn't have the right equipment for landing on the water. I tried to assure him that in a dream we could be fine stopping anywhere.
When we stopped, his plane started to take on water. I saw that he was carrying tropical fish. There was a cat catching the fish and attempting to eat them. I took the fish out of the cat's mouth. I woke up, and was very pleased with myself for realizing I was in a dream with the signal of flying. Mara, July 2002
Flying Through a Glass Door; I
Realize the Illusionary Nature
I am in a building with long corridors. I decide to try flying down a
corridor. As soon as I am able to actually fly I realize that I am dreaming.
I shout "Yes! This is a dream!" I fly down the corridor to the
front door which is all glass with a large painted logo on it. Since it
is a dream I know that I should be able to pass right through the glass
door. I fly right through it like a ghost, but halfway through I seem
to get a little stuck and have to make an effort to get the lower half
of me through. I get outside and start flying along the street. I rub
my hands together to maintain my lucidity. It is night time and I am looking
across a river. Across the river there are some buildings with lights
in the windows and behind them is a large snow-capped mountain lit up
with a beautiful golden glow. I am thinking that I would like to visit
the mountain but it gets cloudy and I can no longer see the mountain.
I fly higher until I am over the river and above the clouds hoping that
I will find the mountain again. I rub my hands again to keep my lucidity.
I try to carry out my plan to visit with Bhagavan and ask for his grace
and advice but I can't seem to change my location.
I continue flying and descend back down to the town. Sometimes I am flying with a breast stroke like swimming and other times I just fly along with my arms outstretched in front of me. I descend to about 10 feet or so above the ground. It is now daytime and everything is well lit. I am flying along a sidewalk in a residential neighborhood. The sidewalk is lined with beautiful trees and flowers and all the colors are very intense. Everything stands out in 3D.
I decide to try pushing my hand through an object since I should be able to do that in a dream. First, I try to put my fist through a brick wall and to my surprise it is very solid and hurts my fist. I notice some little concrete statuettes, like the ones seen in fountains, on someone's lawn. I attempt to poke a finger through one of them but when I do it just causes pieces to break off and fall to the ground. I continue flying along admiring the trees and flowers. At one point I hover in the air in front of a hanging pot of flowers, begonias or impatiens I believe. While I am staring at them in amazement at the exquisite detail I think "This is amazing that this is all an illusion and exists only in my mind. This whole intricate universe has been created by me in a dream. It is amazing that this is not real! My waking reality is made of the same stuff!" I continue flying over the sidewalk and looking at the beauty. I rub my hands again. I think again that I want to visit Bhagavan and close my eyes and try to imagine myself in his presence. I can't quite manage to be there. I feel the dream fading and as I rub my hands one more time I awaken and I am attempting to rub my waking, physical hands together. Clint, June 1, 1998
A Favorite Flying Dream - Hit By
Spaghetti
As I lie on my bed, I daydream that I'm in front of a girl's gymnasium,
playfully wrestling with (my recurring dream character) Willie. Suddenly,
I am wrestling with no one. I've just entered the dream state, fully lucid.
Willie may have disappeared, but I'm still in the same scene.
Looking up, I spot some women at a distance. One has dark hair - shall I wrestle with her? I look back and see that there are even a few people in the gym. But I decide not to go through the double doors. Instead, I turn right and walk down the wide sidewalk by the school towards the street. Along the way, I pass a dark-haired woman who's getting into a car. At the sidewalk's edge hundreds of people are lined up along both sides of the street as if waiting to watch a parade. Above are trolley car wires.
"Is anyone lucid here?" I ask. Hands go up. "Would anyone like to fly?" I look to the right. A woman replies, "Okay, just a moment." She moves around two other people to meet me. I see that she is an older woman dressed in furs, cloche hat and glasses. She's looking down, stuffing something into her purse. At first I am a bit disappointed that I don't have a younger companion, but then I think, it's okay, at least we'll be flying.
She grabs hold of my right hand. At the same time I feel another woman take hold of my left. The older woman takes off - I can feel the surge of her energy. She rises higher than I do. As I try to keep up with her by concentrating, I begin to lose the imagery of the dream. I feel as though the woman on my left is holding me down, flying at an even lower level. Struggling to overcome the pull of her hand, I regain the picture.
Now we're flying about three feet above the middle of the street, still at an angle. A couple of school busses come barreling down the street towards us. Realizing that we might be hit if we don't fly higher, I yell to the older woman, "Let's fly through them!"
We turn in unison toward the buses. The first bus rushes past on our right with a "Whoosh!" To my dismay, the second bus swerves into us. "Clunk!" The bus bounces off the older woman and stops dead. I'm still holding onto her hand in mid-air.
"Are you all right?!" I ask, very concerned.
Groaning and touching her head, she replies, "Ohhhhh,
I think the spaghetti hit me."
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Somewhere, somewhen, some woman woke up with a headache and a bad case
of indigestion. (-:
(c) Linda Lane Magallon, December 23, 1983
Planetary Dreaming
(I was having a long lucid dream or dreams.) In one dream, I become lucid
in a house-like setting. There are lots of people around - like a family
-- perhaps it is a dinner or picnic. Somehow I become lucid and find that
my flying control is excellent. I effortlessly fly from room to room with
a lot of grace, precision and awareness. I play around with moving objects
in the rooms. One woman notices me and acts seductive. I choose to ignore
it.
I think about what to do and decide to try to fly out into the stars. I begin to fly and keep flying and flying. I'm astounded! I can't believe how far I am going and everything stays the same (note: in previous lucid dreams, when I would fly towards the stars, they would suddenly merge together into various symbols that seemed religious or spiritual like interlocking circles, triangles, etc). I keep flying into outer space.
I begin to fly past planets. This seems incredible! Finally I stop. I look down about 45 degrees and there is a planet with rings and four moons. I notice that even two of the moons seem to have ghostly rings around them, while the others don't. The main (planet's) ring is kind of orange-ish gold. Two of the moons are to the right, with a third almost halfway behind the planet. The fourth moon is on the left side of the planet. It is quite a sight. And so incredibly silent and still. I decide to keep going, and do -- but don't find anything new, so I turn back with the intent of flying through the rings of the planet. I head towards it
(Here, I believe I momentarily lose my lucidity or have a total scene shift.) I am back on Earth, still flying. It occurs to me that this has been quite a long lucid dream. I see my sister and her children and one of my brothers, and begin to join them in some odd games. We play. Robert, March 1997
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