I’ve seen a few people post about past lives and lucid dreaming a few times on the forum, so I wanted to create a journal for my journey, how I got here, and what you can learn from my dumb mistakes.
I’ve been having lucid dreams since I was like 6-7 years old, but the “gift” was fleeting at best until I got into my teens.
So how do I Lucid Dream?
There are a lot of ways to skin a cat, but here is my particular method (where I’m able to have them like every night or close to it):
Everyone says this, but it’s the truth. I would have a really powerful, lucid dream maybe once a month before I started meditating. Now I use ASMR (I know, I’m #basic) and sometimes meditation videos to make the magic happen.
Another part to this is that you have to try and reduce stress, if you can’t get your mind off of it. When I was in a really stressful job, I found my dreams were less consistent because my brain was in overdrive during the day and exhausted at bedtime.
Focus on what you want to achieve. Use that in your meditation to get your mind “in the zone.”
Alternate Sleeping Hours
Not getting results? I found that I manipulated my sleeping hours, I could get better or worse results. Some weeks, I get great dreams on 7 hours of sleep, other weeks I may need upwards of 9-10. I’ll definitely admit that when I get in the 9-10 hour range, I have longer dreams, but I definitely can’t remember a lot of the details like I can with shorter dreams.
This one is experimental, and I definitely don’t recommend it often. Caffeine can be a dangerous substance–you can get like me and be hooked on Dr. Pepper. This is something they talked about when I was in consulting and it was helpful to “boost productivity” when doing a technical implementation or whatever. You basically drink a coffee or take a caffeine pill right before bed when you’re about to fall asleep and it keeps your brain active while you sleep (basically making it super easy to wake up). I’ve found when I can do this successfully it’s been helpful.
If I’m really not sure about something, I try “intermittent dreaming.” I coin it as this because basically I have an app where I “wake myself up” just enough to regain consciousness and then fall quickly back to sleep. I only use this method when I’ve been having a good streak and I get greedy.
The Dollhouse Dream
The very first dream I had in the timeline was around 1998. So, I was about… eh… 6 years old? Anyway, so I had this really weird dream that in the time I had 0 context on at the time, but with subsequent dreams it made TOTAL sense. This dream was so altering to my young, dumb self I still remember it perfectly today.
The dream opens with myself, as an adult, in an abandoned house. This house is my aunt’s home (this is an old, ranch-style home from like the 70’s I think). All of the lights are off and it’s dark. I’m staring into the master bedroom. In the dark there is this yellow dollhouse, if you’ve ever seen the beginnings of Build-A-Bear, the dollhouse was ornamented to their brand (so yellow walls, blue roof with white verge board). I never owned or had the displeasure of seeing a dollhouse like this before in my life. This dollhouse sat alone in the dark.
I walk into the bedroom to get closer. I flip the switch and it doesn’t work. I keep going anyway.
As I approach the dollhouse, a light turns on in the kitchen at the end of the long hall that lead to the bedrooms. I turned back to go towards the hallway and something grabs my legs. It knocks me prone and then drags me across the floor. I tried to dig my nails into the old, wood floors but I can’t stop what’s happening. I look back to see nothing, but the dollhouse is open. The invisible force pulls me into the dollhouse.
I’m pulled through the dark, until I wind up standing on a catwalk above a foundry. There are these big vats of something being contained beneath the metal catwalk that I’m on. I remember it was insanely hot, like burning my face. There was a locked door to my back.
There was only the locked door behind me and this stairway at the end of the catwalk that took a left turn and into another hallway out of this large factory. I began to walk towards the end, hands hovering over the railing because it was too hot to hold onto consistently.
I reach the end of the catwalk (I feel like that’s not what it’s called). The door at the top of the stairs opens. Out of the dark comes these two serpent-like beasts. Think like two wolves but they have these large plates all down their body and big, deep red-orange eyes (I’ll have to draw it at some point). They charged from the hall. I spun on my heel and ran back towards the door at the end of the catwalk. I hear a man’s voice. There’s a man following the beasts, shouting. The man had short black hair, a white shirt, and dark jeans. I only caught a glimpse of him, but he almost looked like Mysterious.
The door, previously locked, from which I came was now open. I ran through the door, but was taken by the dark once more. I fell into nothing.
I fell for only moments, dropping through a dark hole in the ceiling into a toy store. I was now a child again. I stood with my estranged father in the check out line. He seemed unmoved by my sudden appearance, as if I’d been there the whole time. Panicked, I looked about the store. People were everywhere and the store was in disarray (toys all over the floor, etc.) I let go of my father’s hand and rushed out the front of the store.
(In my town there used to be this big, empty building where the town held their flea markets indoors. It used to be a staple for my family to go on Saturdays before it finally closed down.) I found myself in the lobby of this building suddenly, my father calling after me. I ran down one end, towards the door, but as I approached the door I caught sight of that damned dollhouse again.
In my panic, I ran back into the building and down to the opposite direction. I ran through the lobby, but as I made it to the secondary exit, the whole world faded to black. I found myself standing in the middle of the dark nothingness. I knew he was there.
I hesitantly turned and saw the man, two leashes in his hands. He wore a hoody with a design that I didn’t recognize at the time (later: my high school’s hoodie). The hood was up and his face was concealed (there was also this harsh spotlight shining down on him so the shadows were intense). The two beasts from before were at his side. They charged towards me as I took off running away from them.
I ran through the dark, and suddenly found myself passing a boy from my neighborhood. He stood beneath a spotlight, similar to the way the man was. He stood still as I ran past, and he spoke in a whisper, but I heard it like a shout (the tone was a shout, but his mannerisms made it visibly appear like he was whispering). “RUN.”
I looked back at the boy over my shoulder, only to fall into another hole.
I “wake up” on the bedroom floor. The dollhouse is gone. I take off running into the hall, and that eerie darkness is gone. I rush into the tiny kitchen of my aunt’s home, where my mother and aunt are unpacking glasses and putting them into the cabinets. It appears as if they were moving in.
I’m panting like I ran a marathon. I explain the situation to my mother, who doesn’t believe me. She brushes it off like it’s a child’s story. I shake my head and turn away from her. I go to the nearby door to the backyard. I swing the door open, angrily.
The dollhouse was waiting at the bottom of the step.
I tried to turn and grab their attention, but I’m dragged back. This time, instead of the violent dragging that happened, I instead find that the world just blurrs. My mother and aunt are gone. I’m staring out in the back yard during a grey, overcast day.
The sky darkens. The street the actual house was on was replaced with a cul-de-sac. I turn backward toward the door. The entire house is now gone, the remnant only being the step that I’m standing on. An explosion erupts in the distance, and I turn my attention back to the front of me where a wildfire engulfs the cul-de-sac. The houses burn until their entire yards are taken over by these never-ending flames.
I squint my eyes, seeing something move in the shadows. Those wolves from before leave the flames, but now there are hundreds of them. They charge towards me, but I spin around to leave.
I follow the street down and behind a building. I lean my back against the brick, breathing heavy. Noise echoes from the fire escape above me, and I take a step back. The dream takes this weird turn, where I’m seeing almost a “portrait” of 7 people on the fire escape in all black. These almost look like body suits but it’s hard to describe.
I saw an older woman that I think is myself off to the side, but hell she’s a lot skinner than I am at 27. The other faces I didn’t recognize at the time, but they popped up later in subsequent dreams.
It was then that I woke up. Weird, right? I decided to do a “journal” because I’d take this dream and tie it to all of the others that I’ve had for our amusement. (Of course, I won’t go into as much detail because there are over like 5,000 unique snippets/dreams in Scrivener/Aeon Timeline right now and it would be ridiculous for everyone to read all that nonsense.)
This was the VERY FIRST dream that I had of this nature, though my mother claims I always had terrible nightmares.
I was so #shook that I wrote every dream after this down religiously. I remember telling my grandmother about this dream at like 7-8 and had this mini-meltdown in our dining room (we lived with them at the time) where I told them: “I have to remember these dreams. They’re important.”
Little did I know, this literately has to do with my life’s purpose (according to Mysterious), so I’m so thankful that that dumb kid wrote all these things down.