Looking in Mirrors and an OBE
[This was my longest lucid dream to date - I estimate it lasted 25 or
30 minutes. I don't remember every detail because it was so long.] As
usual I became lucid when I started to fly (although I don't remember
anything that occurred before I became lucid).
I fly down a hillside and enter a building. I give the commands "Increase lucidity! Increase clarity!" The building is very big with large rooms and lots of hallways; the floors are tiled with square tiles like one often sees on kitchen floors. I fly around the rooms and the hallways for awhile. There are lots of people roaming around. I am now walking instead of flying and I find that I can't seem to fly or at least I feel I won't be able to if I try. I think, "This is very interesting to just be walking around, normally I fly continually throughout a lucid dream." I remember that I wanted to find and absorb healing light in my next LD. I look for healing light but I don't find any. Now I find myself in a room where there are several large red balls suspended from the ceiling. Some of the balls are faceted and others are covered with a glistening, sparkling red powder and they are reflecting light brightly. I take a moment and absorb some of the energy from the red spheres. They are very beautiful and vivid.
Suddenly it occurs to me that I am probably out-of-body and I say to myself excitedly, "I am out-of-body!" Once I realize that, I truly feel that this is an OBE. I decide to go look for my body. I seem to know where I am sleeping and head for one of the rooms in this building. I enter a bedroom and see someone sleeping completely covered by a blanket. I know that it is my body so I go over and take the covers off so I can see it. I am hoping that I don't get thrown back into my body when I see it. I get the covers off and see myself sleeping in the bed. I start tickling my body's feet and then the other me in bed says laughingly "Hey, what are you doing?" and we both laugh.
Now I go back out into a hall and pass by a mirror and glance at myself in the mirror for just a moment. I see my father walking down the hall. Then I think "Hey, that was a mirror! I want to go see what it is like to look into a mirror in a lucid dream." I go back to the mirror and see that it is a very long mirror stretching along the wall. When I first look into the mirror I see myself as I normally look except that my hair is standing up in the back like the tail of a turkey. I think I look pretty funny and I take my hand and smooth it down a bit. As I walk along looking into the mirror my features change. Now I appear to be a very young kid with dark hair except that the front of my hair is dyed a bright blonde and the sides are combed back in "ducktails." Now I have transformed into Lonnie. I change a few more times and I am fascinated by the changes. I hold my hands up in front of the mirror. I grab my left middle finger with my right hand and try to stretch it out like a piece of putty. I am not succeeding at first but since this is a dream I know I can do it so I try again. This time I am able to stretch the finger so that it is longer than the others by several inches. I think that is a riot and walk away with my finger stretched out. I start flying down the hallway and just explore for several minutes although I don't remember the details. After awhile I feel myself coming out of the dream and I wake up. Clint, December 4, 1998
Pulling on a Mirror
...I go into a room to change my clothes. As I undress I find layer after
layer of clothing. It gets ridiculous, and I stop peeling off the layers
as I realize I must be dreaming. There is a mirror in front of me. I look
into it and note that in this dream I look different than in waking life.
My hair is longer and is pulled back on the sides. I poke my hands through
the glass on either side of my reflection. When I pull my hands back out,
the "glass" sticks to my fingers, and stretches as I pull my
hands farther away from the mirror. When I pull my hands free of the flexible
"glass" there is an effect like an electrical discharge that
follows the pattern of the "glass" streamers. [The effect looks
like one I saw recently in the movie "Supernova."] I am amused
by this and I sing "I'm dreaming! I'm dreaming!" I don't know
what else to do with my lucidity and so I soon wake. Lucy, October 2,
2000
Dream 535 - Lucid Dream - Mirror
Conditions: Following lunch I put my head down on my desk and fell into
a light sleep which lasted for approximately ten minutes. In this dream
I was at the entrance to a womans lavatory in a commercial building of
some sort. I needed to use the bathroom but several woman were inside
and others were coming out. I kept asking if everyone was out to the people
exiting. Nobody seemed to listen or care. Then I noticed a mirror in the
entrance foyer of the bathroom. At first I noticed my reflection, then
it was gone, replaced by a woman who was standing next to me. I approached
the mirror, then went into it. At first, my forward momentum seemed to
slow as if a current was pushing me back. It was not strong, however,
so I made it through. I found myself in a hallway of an old house. At
the end of the hallway was a clothes dresser with a 3-D face (a face projecting,
like a clay sculpture) that took up the entire front of the dresser. There
was an older woman walking across my path from right to left with golden
hair. She walked by without notice of me. Her face was blurry as in a
photo where the camera was moved. Dream ends. Barton
Other Selves Emerge from the Mirrors
(I had a lucid dream and then:) I feel I'm on the bed and I think I'm
awake. I get up to write. My light switch doesn't work. I hear others
in the house up and about. I get up and go to the wall switch. It too
doesn't work. Briefly I wonder if I'm still dreaming. I see the lights
are on in Y's room and in the kitchen. I decide to try to fly up to the
ceiling - I feel a bit self-conscious, K is now with me. I then find a
"puzzle" piece, like a little African doll, in my bed and know
it's from the previous dream, so I must still be dreaming.
I'm then in the hallway where I jump up and stay in the corner, my feet braced on the wall. I'm definitely certain now that I am dreaming. I fly around the hall a bit, then feel I'm waking. Again I feel myself in the bed. I reach up to the switch. AGAIN it doesn't work. I get frustrated and go to the wall switch - it doesn't work either. I wonder if I'm dreaming or if it's for real this time. I go downstairs. . .
. . . I get upstairs but my bedroom door is different; very old wood. I try to open it, suspecting that I'm dreaming, when it opens to another, and another, and another door. I KNOW I'm dreaming now. I fly down the hall to a huge room, full of mirrors on the walls. I see my reflections and I note the symbolism of parallel me's, probable me's. I call that out, excited, hoping the reflected images will "come alive" (not just be reflections). There is lots of movement and soon the room is full of moving people, but they don't all look like me anymore.
I try to spy a "pregnant me" (something that I refuse to be in this life). I see a pregnant woman with dark black curly ringlets. Then I see some people together in a group and I get the idea of groups of me's coming together to give each other healing, strength, share abilities, etc. I want other groups to form too. I see one such group coming up in front of me, people with their arms around each other. I don't get "absorbed" into the group like I'd like to be, but I feel I can join anyway, they'll make room.
Just as this is about to happen I wake, again I feel myself on the bed. I wait a moment, then try the light. It works this time and I get up and write. [For real!] I don't know if the dream had any "real" effect, but I felt exhilarated and energized when I awoke. That dream made my day! Lucy, December 6, 1995
Mirror of Reincarnated Selves
I believe earlier in the dream I was talking with Donald L. about his
new position; he states that he wants to quit doing any work on his old
position and devote himself entirely to the new one. I wonder if that
will work.
I go into a room, and prepare to leave for a trip. There's a very large and complicated stereo system, which I turn off -- but it has three 'off' buttons for the various components. I get them turned off and head down the stairs. As I turn through the first room, there is a shapely young blonde in a royal blue dress at a school desk, who catches my eye. I turn, and it occurs to me, "This is a dream!"
For a moment, I get that amorous feeling, and begin to take off the gloves I'm wearing. I decide to ignore the feeling. I turn and start heading for the doorway, when I notice a blackboard-size mirror to my left. I stop and look at it, wondering how I look in this dream. It is a bit fuzzy, so I decide to use this mirror to learn about past reincarnational selves. I say, "Show me past reincarnations of my self!" As I finish, two faces begin to emerge on the mirror; both in their 30's. The one on the right is a man with brown hair and a full beard - he looks directly at me and seems to be quite full of energy. To guess, I would say he is Spanish. The man on the left comes through, but he seems less energetic looking. He is balding and has very thin blonde hair on his more rounded, pale, face. I mentally encourage myself to remember these faces completely. I wonder if the pale face guy is a younger version of the "Dutch" man that I had seen in a previous lucid dream.
A third face is coming through on the far left, but it seems as if it is having a problem becoming concrete or focused. It fades away. I go back to the woman in blue, and ask her a question (I believe I ask her if she would like to see past reincarnation selves). I begin to take off my gloves again. She responds, but the dream is slipping away. I wake.
(Note: The first face of the man with the beard seemed familiar. I believe his face is the one I saw in a lucid dream about 10 years ago in which "I" was sitting in a large ornate wooden chair that had a triangular mirror at the top. When I stopped and looked in the mirror, I was very surprised to see this bearded young man looking back at me. I had the feeling that he was involved in the church, somehow. He was pretty intense.
The second man looks quite a bit like a dream character that I have seen in normal and lucid dreams. I feel like he is a Dutch trader - much more sedate and contemplative, and balding! In a future dream, I hope to engage these characters in conversation and ask them questions.) Robert, January 29-30, 2003
Playing With a Mirror
I'm at Steve M.'s apartment - he lives here by himself. He accidentally
spills a whole carton of eggs on the floor. None of them break and he
jokes about how they are unbreakable. He hits one and it breaks and makes
a mess. He says, "Oh, I guess they do break." He picks up the
broken egg mess and hands it to me to take with me. I say, "I can't
take it with me - I'm going on an airplane! Put it in the garbage here."
He says, "It's okay when it happens in the winter, but when they
break in the summer they smell." He gets a baggie and puts the broken
egg into the baggie and into garbage.
When he comes back I jump up and start floating to show him that I can fly. I say, "Didn't you know I could fly?" He says, "No." I say, "I can fly because this is a dream," and at that moment I become lucid and realize I really am dreaming.
Steve is no longer here. There is a mirror high up on the wall. I float up and look at myself in the mirror. I remain in front of the mirror for a moment and then float back down, and then float back up in front of it again. This happens several times. I observe my reflection(s) to see what it looks like each time. I think that my face looks pretty close to how it does when I am awake - I can see the gray in my beard. One time I look like a football player wearing shoulder pads under my shirt, although I am not in uniform. I grab the middle finger of my left hand with my right hand and see how much I can stretch it. It is like putty and I stretch it until it is about a foot long - I think that is quite funny. I did this because I realize I have done the same thing in previous lucid dreams. I attempt to put my hand through the mirror by pushing against the glass but it is solid and my hand won't go through. I try that a couple of times and don't succeed. I figure if I just hit it with all my might it will go through so I make a fist and punch the mirror. I feel the glass stretch like a rubber sheet as my hand goes through this time. The mirror fogs up like a mirror in a bathroom after a hot shower and I can't see myself any longer.
I look around the room and decide to go somewhere else. As I start to leave I lose the dream visuals and am just floating in empty space. I am flying with a swimming motion but I decide to stop moving my arms because I think it may wake me up. I start spinning and repeating over and over, "The next scene will be a dream" in attempt to create a new dream scene. At one point I briefly see a billboard pass by. I also have the feeling that my eyes are partly open and I can see a sliver of light so I think that I may be waking up. I hear a high pitched sound in both of my ears for a moment. I start waking up and the sound fades as I completely awaken. Clint, June 4, 2000
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