Being around Dead People in Dreams

There are various ways to become lucid in a dream. One can see extremely ridiculous things like a parakeet riding a bike, which elicits lucidity easily. In Becoming Insane in a Dream I wrote about becoming lucid after I noticed that the way someone talked looked absurd.

Another phenomenon that often creates lucidity in dreams is the one in which people who are dead occur. My initial tendency in those kind of dreams is that I tell the ones who are dead that they should realize their new status of being dead and that they are no longer supposed to hang around in dreams any more. This often is enough for them not to return again in another dream.

An interesting element occured in a dream I had last night. I was sitting at a table with about 7 people. One of them had recently departed which caused me to become lucid. Next to me sat a man who is quite interested in occultism. I tapped him on the shoulder and made an interesting proposal: I said, what would you say if we decided to become lucid together?

Well, I can't say he really became wildly enthusiastic. In fact not much more happened and I woke up with a small grin on my face.

It would sure be a wonderful thing if I could be lucid together with someone else: to both do the unimaginable.

Becoming Insane in a Dream

INTRO
It doesn't happen too often, but this dream belongs to the category 'losing your mind in a dream'. Let's just hope this dream doesn't also fit in the category of 'prediction dreams'. I prefer to look at this dream from the perspective that I can prepare myself for the possibility and thus prevent it from happening. I was quite glad when I woke up: it just makes you realize what madness must feel like. Not a enviable position at all. The dream also a lucid episode in it.

THE DREAM
I was on a driveway and I had to put my stuff and my tent somewhere in a forest. While doing some interview with a dutch actor Antonie Kamerling I noticed that the area was slowly getting flooded because of a severe high tide. I was hardly able to get to a dry place. It was also getting darker. Because of this darkness I wasn't able to find my tent and my belongings.

I did find myself in a camping spot, but ofcourse I couldn't find my belongings there because I had put them somewhere outside a camping. Then I saw a woman I know, Jasmine, and she looked old. I became lucid [=I realized I was dreaming] when I noticed that she said things that she would normally not say. This was too strange to be true. Being lucid I wondered what I would do: fly? or perhaps move my hand through someone? I decided to do something sexually, it didn't matter because it was just a dream and I didn't mind that there were other people around. While I was engaged in some sexual activity another woman looked at me with a dull expression on her face: I asked her if she would like to participate but she declined.

Eventually I came with enormous amounts of sperm which I tried to hold in my hands. My lucidity disappeared and I was frantically looking for a toilet where I could wash my hands and get rid of the semen. I found places which looked like toilets, but at a closer inspections were something different. I felt rather uneasy with these hands and I decided to walk outside and into some park.

I was able to clean my hands amids the leaves lying in the park. While sitting there on my knees I noticed some small man with a funny straight hairdo. After a while I realized it must have been some kind of alter-ego for me that as soon as I would accept it to be alter-ego it would follow me for the rest of my life.

I was slightly confused because of my position in the park so I accepted it and there it was following me around. The madness started to come when I noticed how fast this little man was able to move around me: I could hardly keep sight of him. And I felt so stupid that I had accepted him and now I would have to spend the rest of my life with this strange guy around me. It really felt scary and then I woke up.

Reasons behind this blog

Every since I was 15 years old I have had periods in which I jotted down my dream-experiences. There were several reasons why those periods never lasted longer than a few months. The most important reason was that I hardly read them afterwards. Why would I spend all that time writing down dream experiences when I would not do anything specific with it?

Another thing would be that it would simply cost too much time to write down all the dreams. Sometimes you would be writing more than half an hour a day and eventually it would infringe on my number of hours that I sleep.

Perhaps by writing out certain dreams on the internet I can remain more motivated to keep on paying attention to this fascinating aspect of life.

By dreamblogging I might also be able to make easier cross-references and I can develop some kind of dream database with the possibility of people responding from all over the world. In the past I would refrain from adding any ads to my blogs, but I have given in and I now think it is fair to think that perhaps my dreams might make some money. I just hope that these ads are not too intrusive to become annoying.

I love Jung and his attempts to reach into the unconscious realms: perhaps I can make a contribution into this field as well. Sometimes I get lucid during dreams, meaning that I am aware of being in a dream. This lucid mode can often provide great means of creativity.

It would be nice if this dream blog could develop into a nice vista into humanity's unconscious and perhaps this is too big a goal, it might shed some insight into one of humanity's exponents: me.