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> but the book I learned lucid dreaming from I was going to ask you how you learned and practiced lucid dreaming. What book was that?

tluyben2 8y ago
This requires a bit of backstory; I grew up in a very small village with a very small library. The village as a whole was very religious and most books in the library were screened by bible thumbing community members. I had ‘internet’ of sorts through BBS systems which gatewayed to international gopher, ftp and other systems but books were books. One of the books that slipped through the cracks was a outer body experience book. I am an atheist; always was while raised christian; I always asked the questions I was not allowed to ask and I never found anything in religion remotely believable even though everyone around me (without exception) was devout. I do not believe in outer body experience but it was something else to read for a change. So I read it and it contained a training for doing OBE, which is, in fact, lucid dreaming. And I can see how someone can see lucid dreaming for OBE or even signs of god and an afterlife. It is pretty convincing. I have spoken to dead people, next to my bed. I remember the conversations. I have met and talked to people I have never met and so forth. I have seen angels (as our earthly brain would imagine them; lot of light and very friendly). But these were all dreams and we all dream like that: most people just forget what they dream. This book gave me the training to do this at will and even change my dreams significantly. The all fail the tests that come later in the same book (I will try to find it); the book trains you to fall through your bedroom floor and check the table in your own house for something. Then to prove it is OBE, someone puts something there, like an ace of spades and the next day you tell what it was. Cool so ofcourse I tried this; I fell through my bed, through the floor (which was made of wood which it was not) and floated over the livingroom table, saw a big white paper with a square. Told my sister this: there was no square, there was an ace of spades. It was, ofcourse, a dream but I was far more amazed I could get my brain so far as to do what I set out to do: create a dream in which I do what I wanted before I went to sleep. That I can no longer do at will; that required a lot of training.

tluyben2 8y ago

This requires a bit of backstory; I grew up in a very small village with a very small library. The village as a whole was very religious and most books in the library were screened by bible thumbing community members. I had ‘internet’ of sorts through BBS systems which gatewayed to international gopher, ftp and other systems but books were books. One of the books that slipped through the cracks was a outer body experience book. I am an atheist; always was while raised christian; I always asked the questions I was not allowed to ask and I never found anything in religion remotely believable even though everyone around me (without exception) was devout. I do not believe in outer body experience but it was something else to read for a change. So I read it and it contained a training for doing OBE, which is, in fact, lucid dreaming. And I can see how someone can see lucid dreaming for OBE or even signs of god and an afterlife. It is pretty convincing. I have spoken to dead people, next to my bed. I remember the conversations. I have met and talked to people I have never met and so forth. I have seen angels (as our earthly brain would imagine them; lot of light and very friendly). But these were all dreams and we all dream like that: most people just forget what they dream. This book gave me the training to do this at will and even change my dreams significantly. The all fail the tests that come later in the same book (I will try to find it); the book trains you to fall through your bedroom floor and check the table in your own house for something. Then to prove it is OBE, someone puts something there, like an ace of spades and the next day you tell what it was. Cool so ofcourse I tried this; I fell through my bed, through the floor (which was made of wood which it was not) and floated over the livingroom table, saw a big white paper with a square. Told my sister this: there was no square, there was an ace of spades. It was, ofcourse, a dream but I was far more amazed I could get my brain so far as to do what I set out to do: create a dream in which I do what I wanted before I went to sleep. That I can no longer do at will; that required a lot of training.