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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby NOVA » Fri Jan 25, 2013 1:07 pm

I enjoy reading your trips Summer.
I get to have them too, but my husband keeps waking me up. He doesn't understand how important it is to me for him not to.
I think when we move into our own house (soon)with a bigger bed (kingsize) I might have a better opportunity to finish and record my experiences.
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Summerlander » Sun Jan 27, 2013 12:12 am

Yeah. Michael is on the money when he says that it is better to practice the phase away from our sleeping partners. ;D

On this issue, here is a recent phase where my wife caused me to foul...

Date: 12/01/2013
Method of entry: dream consciousness (unplanned)
Bedtime: 2.15 am
Awakening: around 9 am
Return to bed: 10 mins later
Attempt: successful (at the given opportunity)
Phase experience: vague hybrid memory

Me and my wife ended up going to bed at 2.15am after having a few alcoholic beverages with our neighbour Helen. I remember waking up a couple of times during the night to use the toilet. I was not planning to enter the phase in any way. In the morning, around nine o’clock, I used the toilet and returned to bed ten minutes later. As I was feeling groggy from the alcohol and the late night antics, I fell asleep as soon as I hit the pillow. The dreaming began vividly as far as I’m aware...

I was hiding in a town full of warring vampires and this scenario was perfectly logical to me. The monsters were viciously one another as well as killing any human that got in their way. I decided to hide inside a house but it turned out to be a vampire lair. I had no choice but to pretend I was one of them as I believed at the time that this was the only option I had for surviving the ordeal. I was lucky enough to find a fake set of vampire teeth and discovered that they possessed the magical property of turning me into a real vampire when I put them on. Suddenly, I felt super strong, my muscles began to bulge, my canines became genuine and a natural excitation surged within me.

The house suddenly looked like my adolescence home and the family of vampires accepted me as one of their own. Before I knew it, I was socialising among my family and friends. We all nestled down on the sofa and turned the TV on to watch a film about vampires starring Wesley Snipes (no, it wasn’t “Blade”). Someone asked me to call the most mean spirited of vampires who happened to be in the attic by himself. When I went to get him, this one sulked and mocked the rest of us for wanting to watch a film. He seemed to think that watching TV was the most ignoble thing a vampire could do. This dream character was a complete stranger to me and certainly the only vampire at this stage of my non-lucid dream.

I went back to the living room and sat on the sofa with the others. The sofa rocked back and forth and I told everybody I could fall asleep very quickly with the motion. I shut my eyes and pretended to snore and heard laughter in the room. I was comfortable and felt that sleeping rather than watching TV was an attractive possibility. Suddenly, I acquired the perception of a phantom body apart from the dream body that I thought was real and the process of entering the phase came to mind. I was about to have an OOBE within a dream but at this stage I believed the dream was reality. An intentional forward motion triggered spinning on a head-to-toe axis. I was somersaulting in a dark void before I made the decision to glide ahead and out of a partially perceived body resting on a rocking sofa.

Vision was weak but I could still make out people sitting on a sofa that was now stationary. I treated the environment as a product of the phase state and began to deepen it immediately in order to get rid of the fuzziness. The others appeared to be watching TV and were oblivious to my presence. I realised that the events before reaching the phase had been part of a dream. I was wary of approaching the TV spectators as I wanted to avoid submission to another dream plot. I was well aware of the fact that I had just attained dream consciousness rather than having entered the dream world fully conscious as is the case in perceived separations from the physical body from the waking standpoint. The initial stage of this phase experience was marked by shock at the realisation that none of the people I socialised with in that setting had been real.

As I walked out of the living room, the phase started to fade so I palpated objects, walls and peered at details in order to bring its depth back. There was a subsequent improvement in the quality of the environment but full depth was only attained when I rubbed my hands together whilst puffing on them. I couldn’t help but notice the amazingly intricate cutaneous prints on my hands. I was standing in the hallway of that house and two bicycles were propped against a wall and partially blocking my way. I studied their minute details with my fingers and learned that wire was sticking out of the complex framework.

Then, I remembered that I had devised a plan of action in waking life for the next time I entered the phase but I couldn’t recall what it was. During the day at work, before I knew that I’d be drinking alcohol with Helen, I told myself that the next time I entered the phase I would do a card trial (deck of cards experiment) and then translocate to the gallery in my imaginary workshop. Now, having unexpectedly found an opportunity for phase entrance and taken it, all I knew was that one of the steps in my plan involved the workshop. I decided to translocate there immediately in the hope that the relevant environment would jog my memory.

I ran back to the living room in order to shut my eyes and open them to the workshop environment but this attempt at translocation failed. As I blindly dashed into the room I could hear the people from my previous dream talking to one another. A voice chuckled and said: “Look, he’s back!” I found this a little distracting, and, as I knew I was approaching a wall I feared I would crash into it. I stopped abruptly and instinctively covered my face in order to protect it. My mistake was regarding the wall as though it existed. I shouldn’t be surprised then that when I opened my eyes the living room still surrounded me. I turned around and ran in a reattempt at the same translocation technique.

I emerged in a blue room with a toy-strewn floor. None of the playthings looked familiar or even remotely like my children’s. I looked at these strange and colourful objects as an opportunity to maintain the phase via the intensification of tactility coupled with the goal of learning from the haptic data. I felt that the room existed in the mirror world inside a simulation of my abode. A toy clock started ringing on a pile of objects. I picked it up and turned it off by flipping a switch. Subsequently, as I tried to remember my plan of action, I paced up and down the room. I knew I needed to find something and out of the blue I decided that there was a safe hidden behind a particular wall area. A blow to the spot with my fist revealed a square-shaped hole. When I peered inside I made out a metallic safe next to a device resembling a boiler meter. I opened the safe and pulled out a paper strip with the number “3436” on it. This number doesn’t mean anything to me in particular.

In the real world, Stacey moved in bed, knocked me and I fouled around 10.30am. Having involuntarily exited the phase, I realised I hadn’t really carried out any of the steps of my action plan which I now fully remembered. It appeared to me that I had experienced a vague hybrid memory constituting the ideas behind two steps. The urge to translocate to the workshop first - which landed me in the blue room - might have stemmed from a dim awareness of the step concerning a visit to the gallery. The element of looking inside a safe to find a numbered paper strip could have its roots in an inner desire to execute a card trial. Moreover, the latter step was supposed to come before the former. It appears that the manifested outcome was contorted either by subconscious elements, stray thinking, the combination of two different concepts (one demanding art, and the other, numbers - originating from two different brain hemispheres), or, the agency of ethanol in my organism (alcohol can indeed affect one’s memory).

It is worth taking into consideration the fact that memory and other mental faculties can fail us in the phase as well as the waking state. Sometimes the latter can assimilate the kind of reasoning most common in dreams. I will provide an example that illustrates such scenario. Recently in waking life me and my wife were watching a cooking program on TV. When she put a comedy show DVD on we could hear the sounds from both because we have a surround sound system. It wasn’t until she pressed the AV button a couple of times that it settled solely on the DVD sound and picture. Anyway, while the sounds from both TV and DVD aired, I was convinced that my kids had turned their telly on and the volume was up when it was past their bedtime. Just as I was about to go upstairs to tell them off it dawned on me that it would really have been out of character of them to do that. While awake, I had made an assumption about reality that didn’t really fit the norm and remained ignorant about the surround sound illusion until I had my moment of lucidity.
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Summerlander » Thu Mar 14, 2013 6:54 pm

Date: 03/03/2013
Method of entry: dream consciousness (unplanned)
Bedtime: 2am (undesired and had tea)
Awakening: 5 am (unintentional)
Return to bed: 5.10 am (after loo)
Attempt: N/A (involuntary lucid dream + woke up at 10 am)
Phase experience: Sea Dance

I pre-lucidly boarded a ship whilst being pursued by a gang. I looked out of one of the hatches to behold bad weather looming over a machinery-ridden deck. The sky became gradually darker and more thunderous as I felt that my pursuers would soon find me. Suddenly, it dawned on me that being pursued and extremely bad weather were common dream cues for me. Everything became clear as my lucidity meter skyrocketed.

I plunged into the sea and my body undulated to the rhythm of its waves, and, like a dolphin, occasionally rising out of and falling back into the water. I appreciated not feeling wet and was enjoying myself so much that I wanted to share the experience with someone. Voila! Out of the blue appeared my wife surrounded by a serene environment. The sea was calm and the sky was blue and clear. I saw how the water reflected sunlight realistically and decided to excite my other senses by splashing and listening to the sound it produced.

I took to flying and soared through the sky, going all the way to the exosphere, only to plunge into the sea again at maximum speed. Stacey was doing her own acrobatics and looked happy. I was very excited about where I perceived myself to be. We started walking on water towards each other and watched how the sea gradually turned into a solid and bumpy crystal bed graced by patches of snow. I commented to Stacey on how magical such transmutation seemed. I rubbed her shoulders in order to maintain a good depth of the phase and requested that the two of us turn away from the beautiful landscape in order to will another epic transmutation.

As if by thaumaturgy, when we turned and I wished not to look at the entire landscape, it was as if we suddenly stood on the edge of the world and a blue foggy wall had emerged before us about a yard away. That was all I could see as I tauntingly wagered against pseudo-Stacey that the landscape would transubstantiate back into water and not scorching desert sand as she predicted. I thought I would win in the self-complacency that only I could have absolute lordship over that lucid dream world and not some illusory character resembling my wife. I was wrong. When we turned around, I saw multiple sunlit sand dunes and the shimmering horizon was indicative of arid climate.

I took off like Superman towards the horizon and discovered something peculiar. I had literally reached the confines of that world in the form of a quirky, atmospheric barrier that can be best described like a vitreous corner of dense air as the meeting point for two intersecting, sky-blue walls and the vacuum below me. The environment was literally and masterly closed off in three dimensions. I parted this oddity with my hands as though the sky walls were curtains, and, in doing so, expanded the dreamscape.

The Stacey character appeared to have followed me in flight into the next world, a world where we continued our acrobatic dance in the vast expanse of an enclosed basketball court. “I feel like I’m in The Matrix!” - I exclaimed. Suddenly, a horde of figures like agents from the film I was just thinking about emerged from the ground. I fought a few of them off in midair as part of my fun while Stacey dealt with the ones that never left the ground. “Another lesson in martial arts!” - I thought. I was effortlessly blocking all manner of attacks with great agility.

I wanted these characters, who had started out as “agents” but now appeared to be ordinary men, to be more challenging. My desire seemed to cause them to grow taller and beefier. I was besieged and dwarfed by them. But this excited me because it was exactly what I wanted. I fought them with confidence and they smiled at me as though we had a special partnership as a means to a beneficial end. I woke up at 10am feeling great.

Dream consciousness was not planned prior to bedtime at 2am after a cup of green tea. Prior to the involuntary induction of the phase state, sleep had been interrupted at 5am by a need to use the loo.
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Summerlander » Thu Apr 25, 2013 2:03 pm

Date: 21/04/2013
Method of entry: Indirect
Bedtime: Around one in the morning
Awakening: 4 am
Return to bed: Remained in bed until phase entrance
Attempt: Successful
Phase experience: Chinese Boy

I woke up around 4 am and decided I was going to attempt to separate from my body. As I relaxed, a hypnagogic voice told me to buy my wife a car (my wife doesn't even have a licence). I thought that if I'm just gonna have a voice giving me silly advice when I'm trying to enter the phase then I might as well fall asleep.

But then, it occurred to me to gently get up in a separation attempt. I did it but I was blind and immediately fouled. Now I was feeling like I'd been given a dose of nitrous oxide, and, after a few seconds I separated again.

Again, blind, but I could feel the bed frame with my hands. I began to rub them and succeeded in manifesting vision. I began to deepen by performing sensory amplification feats. The hallway environment outside my bedroom was well lit but the colouring was dull. Something peculiar: even the walls and the ceiling were carpeted and the texture was like that of a bathroom matt.

I could hear myself breathing heavily and getting ready to enter the rippling mirror before me - my magical entrance to my workshop. I hesitated for a second. Do I enter the mirror now in order to see a manifested idea for a painting in the gallery of my workshop or do I check a deck of cards in my room to do an experiment?

I chose to head for the mirror...

On the other side of the mirror I found a slightly dark room and an Oriental boy stood before me. He looked about 8. By now, my memory had suffered. What was my plan? The boy approached me, held both of my hands and said: "Arlindo, where do you wish to go? We can go anywhere at all," and I replied, "Chinese boy, I can't remember my plan." At this point we are holding hands and slowly spinning. The boy continues: "You must be quick because my energy is low and I'm getting tired." I replied, "Chinese boy, wait, I'm trying to remember..."

Then, I could see the boy's frustration. "Arlindo, you're making me angry, we haven't got much time," and in a eureka moment, I replied, "I got it, Chinese boy, the painting..." - but it was too late and I fouled.

While I lay in bed I felt that I could pick up where I left off but decided to get up and write the experience down. The "Chinese boy" puzzled me. I told my wife and she reminded me that we had watched Dirty Sanchez with our mates before bedtime. In the episode, the nutters were kissing lady boys. Funny how my wife interpreted where the boy in my phase experience came from.

He was a "boy", Oriental looking like the lady boys in Thailand, and his hair was like a lady's. Our minds can be funny sometimes. LOL. ;D
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby denis1798 » Thu Apr 25, 2013 6:52 pm

how much of your account experiments phase?
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Summerlander » Fri Apr 26, 2013 2:51 pm

Hi, can you rephrase the question? I'm not sure I understand it. Here's another phase experience:

Date: 23/03/2013
Method of entry: Indirect
Bedtime: 1 am
Awakening: 5 am (used the loo)
Return to bed: Shortly afterwards
Attempt: Successful
Phase experience: Psychokinetic Butcher

I had finished work at a warehouse, completely oblivious to the absurdity of this situation as in real life I work in a bookmaker shop. A Scandinavian woman that I took to be a work colleague of mine accompanied me on my way home. I remember thinking that my wife could suspect I was having an affair if she saw me with this woman, who spoke English with an accent and occasionally used Portuguese words. “You speak Portuguese, too?” - I asked. “You got me!” - she replied in a bubbly tone. I woke up and realised that she had been me all along (no wonder she used Portuguese words). On the way to the loo I promised myself that I would question the nature of my reality next time a stranger spoke to me in Portuguese.

Back in bed I decided to try entering the phase using the technique of separating from the body. Relaxing on my back, a lapse of consciousness seemed to have occurred before I came to, fully lucid, in a strange house. The place was a shambles, like a family had just moved in. A ladder led to a dark loft that aroused my curiosity. I gravitated towards the square opening on the ceiling in order to explore it. I rubbed my hands together and thought of how cool it be if my bedroom was in that loft. Suddenly, the dark and empty loft had turned into a bedroom with curtain-covered windows seeping crepuscular light. The cuspidal ceiling above me adumbrated the roof, and, astonishingly, a massive bed supported me and practically covered the entire floor. I felt excited about the manifestation of an ideal bed, large enough to roll around on it many times over.

As I bounced on the mattress I remembered something from waking life: recently, a few houses in my area have been broken into. It occurred to me that the phase state might be used for andragogical purposes such as rehearsing appropriate action in the event of a burglary. So there I was, in that lucid dream room, expecting the house to be burgled at any moment as I approached a balcony. For a bedroom in the loft the ground outside was incongruously high and I caught two adolescent boys jumping up and attempting to grab hold of the balcony bars. Then, they were suddenly men and I was so keen to face them that I ended up instinctively using telekinesis to levitate them into the bedroom, and, in its dark ambience, I mutilated their bodies with a blunt knife. One was killed instantly and the other was disabled with severe injuries.

Then, while I pinned the injured one on the ground, I gouged out the dead man’s left eye and kept pulling on a red thread of flesh until his cerebrovascular innards came through the skeletal socket. The severely injured accomplice screamed in horror so I took the pleasure to stuff his mouth with his dead friend’s guts. I was exhilarated with power even though gutting the burglars in such a surreal way wasn’t exactly what I had in mind in rehearsing how to deal with a break-in. After all, telekinesis cannot be used in real life to overpower interlopers. Although their entrails were quite lifelike, they were not structurally realistic. I suppose my mind could have concocted something close enough to the real thing from years of being exposed to a great deal of human anatomy pictures and even if I hadn’t been exposed to that kind of material in my life I suspect my mind would have created something convincing from imagination. My hands were covered in blood and I wondered if I had experienced the same elation as some psychotic killers do or something similar.

When I looked up and out through the balcony railing, I discovered an old man sitting in a restaurant across the road, staring disapprovingly at me from behind a pane of glass. He raised a hand and telekinetically caused a lamppost to break away from the concrete pavement just outside the restaurant. Then, a swift gesture on his part set the object in motion towards me. I gesticulated in an attempt to mitigate the old man’s control over the airborne lamppost and the object ended up crashing in the middle of the road. This had not been foreseen. Something impossible had happened in the phase which required me to use unconventional means to deal with it. Using telekinesis, I forced the old man to smash through the window and all it took was a gesture to make him ascend through the air and splat on the pavement below.

In the real world it goes without saying that I would not be able to deal with a witness to my crime in such a way. Indeed, my actions in the phase had already defeated the purpose of learning to realistically handle a mundane situation such as a break-in. What sparked my behaviour might have been the temptation that comes with finding oneself in a scenario of absolute power. Indeed, I felt drunk with power and the old wizard had proved to be no ordinary witness. The course of events in the phase gave me a profound sense of elation that egged me on to unleash my powers in a destructive way. I was the apex of that dream world, the master endowed with consummate power, and I wanted to express that. I began to gesture with my hands and supernatural winds swept people off the streets. Even a bus got caught up in my magical gust and it went flying to crash afar. And there I stood, on that balcony, summoning and playing with the wind, like a homicidal god, until I woke up at dawn.
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby denis1798 » Sat Apr 27, 2013 9:50 am

How many times have you been in a phase?
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Kate » Sat Apr 27, 2013 4:16 pm

denis1798 wrote:How many times have you been in a phase?

The proper question would be how many times this week? ;)
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby denis1798 » Sat Apr 27, 2013 4:46 pm

Yes, you could!
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby denis1798 » Sat Apr 27, 2013 4:47 pm

I'm sorry, I'm from Russia, I find it difficult to write
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Summerlander » Sun Apr 28, 2013 1:25 am

Hmmmm... I've been doing it with a lot of success for five years now. Excluding multiple and involuntary phase entrances in my childhood, I would say an average of 6-7 experiences per month with a few re-entries on some of the nightly sessions. So, over roughly 5 years...do the math...maybe something like 400 phase experiences.
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Kate » Mon Apr 29, 2013 1:38 am

Summerlander wrote:Hmmmm... I've been doing it with a lot of success for five years now. Excluding multiple and involuntary phase entrances in my childhood, I would say an average of 6-7 experiences per month with a few re-entries on some of the nightly sessions. So, over roughly 5 years...do the math...maybe something like 400 phase experiences.

This is very-very good.
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby denis1798 » Mon Apr 29, 2013 6:01 pm

Tell your most amazing experience?
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Re: Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Summerlander » Mon Apr 29, 2013 8:26 pm

So many amazing ones. It's hard to pick a favourite but I will have a look at my journal and post one that makes an impression on me!
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Summerlander » Tue Apr 30, 2013 12:11 pm

Date: 04/01/2013
Planned method: dream consciousness
Bedtime: 2am
Awakening: 8am
Return to sleep: 8.15am
Attempt: successful
Awakening: 10.45am
Phase experience: mental programming

I went to bed a bit late as I didn’t have to get up to go to work in the morning. I slept like a log for six hours, had a brief conscious awakening, and reinforced an intention to achieve dream consciousness as I fell asleep. During the day I had done numerous reality checks and prior to bedtime I reviewed my dream journal as I had Stephen LaBerge’s Mnemonic Induction of Lucid Dreams (MILD) method in mind. As I lay in bed, I began to mentally rehearse a scenario where I explored multiple universes to my heart’s content. In the morning, after my brief awakening, I went back to sleep and began to dream.

I was on an aircraft flying over the world and went so high that the Earth’s spherical form could be discerned. I was about to skydive again (I’ve done a tandem jump at 13,000ft in reality) but this time it would be on my own. I jumped and landed safely in a desert. The plot changed and I was now running and swimming with family and friends on a crowded beach. Then, my dreaming mind began to display typical dream cues that I’ve come across before. I experienced a sudden and inexplicable sense of danger, like something catastrophic was afoot. After this, the sky quickly turned grey and its serenity was subsequently ravaged by turbulent dark clouds. The beach was now gusty and I was urging people to get out of the water and leave but nobody seemed to listen. Instead, they were awed by the peculiar shape of clouds that reached all the way down to the level of the sea with their little stagnant twisters. I wasn’t quite lucid at this stage but something was familiar. Before I could suss out the nature of what was perceived, I was back in the desert walking with an old schoolmate, that I have not seen in years, called Waqas.

It wasn’t until we entered the amenity of a futuristic facility that sold simulated fantasies for the mind a la “Total Recall” that I become consciously aware of my situation. The place itself was so far-fetched but I’m not even sure if that is what made me lucid or if I was already headed that way since the beach scenario. The environment was now looking like the reception hall of a campus on an open day and I was standing in a queue next to Waqas. I started to deepen the phase and noticed several leaflets on a white tablecloth a few feet away. At first glance, the leaflets appeared to be written in Russian, which almost made me dismiss them if Waqas hadn’t whispered in my ear: “They are mental program devices.”

Of course, they were not devices in appearance, they were leaflets, but now there was something compelling about them as though they were the key to something desirable. I picked them up and examined them intently. The foreign words printed on them meant nothing to me but the images they displayed - of surreal places - spoke more than words, and, the more I looked, the further they went beyond the two-dimensional scope of the paper. It was like the laws of physics were being gradually broken as I was being enveloped by a magical nexus of multiple gateways that led to other universes. The initial sensation was synonymous with that of being engulfed by hypnagogic imagery.

In this new setting, my mind was showing me that it could go beyond what I had previously imagined as an ideal Nexus room containing mirror-portals in my phase workshop. The phase appeared to be outdoing my imagination, or at least building upon it. There were a myriad gateways all displaying the worlds where they led. There was no floor or ceiling where I was. There was no need for such things and they were not desired at that moment as I free-fell amidst glorious ruptures in perceived space-time continuum. Ahead of me, Waqas euphoniously expressed his admiration for what was happening. “Come on, man…”, he said. “Catch me if you can!” And with that, he vanished in that multicoloured hyperspace.

The child in me wanted to give chase. This was my newfound hide and seek. I could go through any wormhole, scan other regions of existence in search of my long-lost friend and get back to the hyper-spatial nexus any time I wanted. A particular rupture in the mantle of hyperspace thrust me in orbit around an earth-like planet. Beneath the curvature of its horizon, where atmosphere and dark space met, the nightscape of a highly advanced alien civilisation was partially covered by lathery clouds. Another gateway led me to a universe where space was green and foggy, like a never-ending nebula that engulfed a plethora of galaxies. Another one landed me hovering above an Egyptian-like city with statues of dragons, golden sand and a bright red sky. I flew upwards to discover that the awesome nexus was already the space beyond the atmosphere of that Egypt-like land.

I spun in order to maintain the phase state and found myself falling with Waqas through a tunnel of energy. We landed in an entrenched, post-apocalyptic war zone. Immediately, we were hiding from each other and exchanging gunfire like a pair of kids. The artillery in that setting seemed to have been left behind by soldiers. I found a motorcycle and started revving its engine before riding it. Waqas climbed aboard behind me but I didn’t want him to so the vehicle began to decrease in size until there was only room for one of us. He fell off and I continued riding around in my silly moped. I swerved away from objects, performed wheelies (which I’ve never done in waking life), did abrupt U-turns, heard the screeching of tyres and watched how my antics produced lots of billowing dust.

After a while I began to feel like I was riding a toy and when I looked around, the place had changed. It was now an outdoor nursery area and I felt like a child. I remember asking Waqas where we could find the “mental program devices” but it felt like I meant them in the context of playing with toys. I’m pretty sure I was losing the phase then and falling into an ordinary dream state. The following events were still vivid but I mistook them for reality. I was now a little boy, my mother turned up, looking taller than what she actually is, and she told me and my friend that dinner was ready. The environment had turned into something like my childhood home before I woke up around 10.45am.


I think this is probably my favourite one at the moment... ;D
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Re: Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Summerlander » Sun Oct 13, 2013 7:10 pm

Date: 13/10/2013
Method of entry: indirect method
Bedtime: 1.45 am
Awakening: 6.30 am
Return to bed: 6.45 am
Attempt: successful
Phase experience: back garden wonderland

After using the toilet I went back to bed and fell asleep with the intention to enter the phase at the next awakening. The plan was to expect to find, and communicate with, any characters encountered. As soon as I woke up, and became incidentally aware of sleep paralysis, I got up in a bid to successfully separate from my perceived physical stencil. I just moved without wasting time and without worrying about the nature of this action. I did it exactly like Michael Raduga recommends: "robotically." The question of whether I stood in my bedroom in physical form, or as a wraith in the phase, was considered after the effort to enter and engage in the hybrid state.

The environment was darker than expected and I suspectedly took that as an indication that I was indeed in the phase. I frantically rubbed my hands together as I walked out of the room and into the hallway. Then, I huffed and puffed everywhere in a bid to brighten up the mental environment. I had succeeded in literally breathing life into the surroundings and effectively deepened the phase state. The first thing that struck me was a massive blue poster, replete with cartoons, on the wall where the mirror (which sometimes I use as a portal) should have been. This poster was strangely familiar and I believed it existed in the real world as a palm-sized sticker. (To my amazement, I would later discover - in waking life - that the sticker does not exist and would recognise the 'poster' incident as a product of bizarre thinking or false memory in the phase state.)

I entered an altered version of the bedroom where my two sons sleep and headed straight for their closed window. I passed through it like a ghost and beheld a rich expansion of a garden - far more extensive than my back garden in reality - under a sunny blue sky. It was like a multicoloured fairground; full of giant toys; intricately detailed and lifeless human props; tables, chairs and canopies; and the vegetation was incredible. I didn't even know where to look as I scanned the vivid cyclorama. But I was not exactly flying or hovering above this garden (if one can call it that). I was falling, slower than I would in real life, but fast enough to alarm me and make me think that I would break my phantom legs when I hit the ground and feel excruciating pain. My legs buckled under my perceived weight (not such a Casper after all) but no pain was felt.

The grass was thrice taller than it should and many toy-like objects previously observed were now missing. As I scanned the fine soigné shrubbery and burnished fence at the confines of the garden, my audition became gradually and noticeably amplified. Sounds and voices of people behind me having a good time, and, the more curious I got, the louder they got. I turned and saw that the mannequin-like "props" had come to life...

The alfresco socialisation in the lucid dream world was more than what I bargained for. I was excited to get involved. I targeted a smiling, silver-haired old woman wearing black suspended dungarees. "Who are you?" - I said, rubbing my hands to maintain the phase. She had huge, bright blue eyes and not many wrinkles. "Cynthia" - she said, looking directly at me. "Cynthia?" - I enquired to make sure I heard right. She seemed annoyed, like I heard wrong, and corrected me: "No! IN-thia!" I found this unpleasant and I could swear she had said "Cynthia" clearly but now it was "Inthia" or something like that. I regarded her as a nonsensical and faulty animate object and moved on.

I bumped into a tall and colossal man in a black suit. He was dark-skinned and exhibited a massive jaw. It didn't get more masculine than that and he appeared to be some sort of bouncer or security agent. "How you doing, mate?" - he said, looking down at me. "Aw-awright..."
He suddenly seemed to have received bad news through an earpiece and evinced a state of emergency to the socialisers: "Let's go everyone! Start running... NOW!" - Curious, rather than alarmed, I demanded from the bouncer, "What's going on?" This one replied: "It's been two weeks and we've had no results!"

"What!?"

Everyone started running in a panic towards a tunnel, at the end of the garden, which wasn't there before. I was well aware that the phase state could very quickly turn into an ordinary dream so I reminded myself to stay focused and promote consciousness by shouting at the crowd: "Oi! Where are you going? This is my dream!" But they didn't listen as they disappeared into the tunnel along with their colossal bouncer. I chased after them down that well-lit tunnel whilst killing two birds with one stone: demanding that they return to clarify the situation, and, reminding myself that it was all a dream. "Get back here! I am your master! This is my dream! Why are you running?"

"Look behind you!" - A voice from the running crowd said.

I did and could not believe my eyes. A giant man-monster, a sullen aberration thrice bigger than the running bouncer, was furiously gaining ground. But I was not scared. I was annoyed at the human monster for intruding in my phase world, for making the socialising crowd that had aroused my curiosity disappear, and, mostly, I was annoyed at myself for failing to control my mental environment. I turned and tackled the monster's legs. This one fell. BANG! I heard a loud noise and fouled...

The kids were playing in the rooms already. One of them must've dropped a heavy toy and disturbed my sleep. I related my OOBE to my wife while it was still fresh in my memory instead of writing it down in my journal. I was pleased with the experience but I was also puzzled by the "two weeks" and the "no results" uttered by the bouncer. What sort of conflict could be brewing in my mind?
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Re: Summerlander's Blog

Postby Summerlander » Mon Nov 11, 2013 12:49 pm

Date: 10/11/2013
Method of entry: dream consciousness
Bedtime: 1.30 am
Awakening: unknown
Return to bed: unknown
Attempt: successful (unplanned)
Phase experience: gammon-beef hybrid

This morning, just before heading off to work, I enjoyed a delicious piece of succulent meat. It was also deliciously unusual for me as it compounded the best of both worlds: gammon and beef in one. Imagine that! You’ll have to imagine what I describe because you will not find the gammon-beef hybrid anywhere in the real world - unless, of course, you lucid dream about it, which is exactly how I managed to achieve such a sating experience. I’d woken up to use the loo and went back to bed whilst thinking about yesterday’s revision of Raduga’s The Phase guidebook, particularly about sensory amplification techniques. I wasn’t thinking about the subject in order to evoke the phase state, it was only random excogitation, but this led me there nolens volens. As I relaxed on my side, contemplation of past vivid sensations experienced in the phase state’s dreamland began to take a life of its own without my immediate awareness.

I was hypnotised by my internal monologue which described the experience of touching objects and tasting exotic food in dream worlds. Strangely, as I recall it, vision appears to have emerged before I was fully conscious of it. My soliloquy continued and made me initially oblivious to what surrounded me: tables fraught with food alfresco. I was like a wedding reception on a sunny day. In front of me, succulent meat on a plate. Still oblivious to how I got there and what was happening, I continued to lecture myself: “If I was in a lucid dream, I would be picking up that steak and eating it, all the while paying attention to the sensations…”

I guess the subject recalled the urge to pay attention and be more conscious of one’s percepts which in turn begged questioning the reality of the situation I found myself in: “But, where am I? Who cooked that steak? What am I doing here?” My inability to answer those questions made me more alert and led me to the most plausible conclusion. The penny had dropped: “Ah! I’m dreaming right now!” I devoured the hybrid meat and my taste buds had an orgasm. I woke up and boasted to my wife about my phase experience tout de suite.

If dreaming is an ensuant phenomenon to a dormant brain gradually unfolding itself back to consciousness, the phase state provides the awareness of this very fact as well as the ability to slow the process down in order to achieve its own best-of-both-worlds meridian: a vivid dream environment and full waking consciousness.
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Postby digitalvygr » Thu Jan 02, 2014 1:21 am

Summerlander wrote:14/12/2011:

After arriving home from work at 11pm (previous day), I had a ham and cheese sandwich and a cappuccino.  Before going to bed at 1.50am, I mentally rehearsed my plan of action for the phase.  The first step involves travelling to the octangular point of arrival within my devised metaphysical workshop where I will enter the art gallery that makes up one of its rooms.  My plan is, quite intentionally, to be shown - by Salvador Dali - a manifest idea for a piece of art that I’m yet to produce physically: the “Cat Cityâ€


Doh I have been trying to read through your blog Summerlander, but apparently many of your longer posts have been truncated somehow :-( I see from replies that this particular experience had many returns to the phase, wish I could read more about that...

Anyway, for now it is still an inspiration even if I cannot read all of your journeys in their entirety!
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Postby Summerlander » Thu Jan 02, 2014 5:26 pm

Don't worry, I'm currently writing a book called "To Lucidity and Beyond: A Personal Account of the Elusive Phase State of the Mind." I got distracted with other pursuits regarding the phase but I am willing to reattempt a reconstruction of the phase workshop and to meet Salvador Dali who will be instructed to show me a manifest idea for the "Cat City" painting. The painting will be based on a Cat City that I found myself in when I entered the phase via dream consciousness on the morning of my wedding day.
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Postby digitalvygr » Thu Jan 02, 2014 6:32 pm

Very cool Summerlander, looking forward both to the book and to your painting!

I am looking forward to using the phase in such constructive ways as well. I had my first back to back OBE experience last night, and managed to take some medicine for the first time (well more like a supplement, namely pine pollen which helps naturally increase testosterone in real life, looking forward to seeing how it translates into real world activity). Will write that one up later today, if you have a chance would very much value your feedback, seems you are about the only one active on this forum and if not for your one comment in my blog I would be pretty much talking to myself lol.
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Postby Summerlander » Mon Jan 06, 2014 7:38 pm

Date: 03/01/2014
Method of entry: indirect method
Bedtime: 2.00 am
Awakening: 7.15 am
Return to bed: 7.30
Attempt: successful
Phase experience: on the phone to the subconscious


I went to bed around 2am and woke up at 7.15am. I read about lucid dreaming and reviewed my oneiric programme. As I relaxed, I imagined lucidly entering the dream world and picking up a telephone to communicate with my subconscious mind or inner self. I fell asleep with the intention to reach the phase state, and, once I caught an awakening, I succeeded in separating from the perceived body stencil. Darkness surrounded me and I tried to deepen the phase state by rubbing my hands together, touching walls, palpating objects, and running my fingers along the floor while attempting to peer into it. Still, all I saw was darkness. My orientation was telling me that I’d just stepped out of my bedroom and into the hallway. I felt like my eyes were glued shut and my eyelids blocked a well-lighted environment. I rubbed my eyes to no avail and then remembered that this seldom works in getting rid of duskiness in lucid dreams. I started rubbing my hands together instead and a vivid house interior came into view. I returned to my bedroom expecting to find a phone on one of the bedside cabinets in order to converse with a subconscious voice. No phone was found. Instead, I saw jewellery boxes and tinsel. I fouled. A lucid dream re-entry attempt failed and I ended up falling asleep.

I dreamt about smoking rolled up cigarettes with my wife (I’m an ex-smoker and my wife has never smoked before). At one point, we went to bed and I discovered that there was already another Stacey there, apparently asleep. I realised I was dreaming and the Stacey who was awake pulled me into bed with her. This seemed to cause me to feel my sleeping body stencil and almost foul. I resisted the pulling force and separated. It was dark and I palpated my dream body in order to deepen the phase state. I could see my toes clearly and could also see that I wore strange pyjamas. Tactility was still superior to vision and I went downstairs in the semi-darkness. Christmas decorations were up like in the real world. The lucid dream began to evanesce and I excited the sense of touch by groping dream objects, lingering on a tiny gold-framed portrait of a strange face on a living-room wall. The environment became ultra-vivid nearby but somewhat darker outside a perimeter of a few feet away from me. I rushed back upstairs, stomping the floor, and demanding clarity as I had my plan to communicate with the subconscious firmly in mind. The bedroom was murky so I pressed the light switch but it didn’t work. I rubbed my hands together and demanded pellucidity. Subsequently, the dream world became bright and clear.

There was a massive red telephone (nonexistent in the real world) on my wife’s bedside cabinet. I picked it up and started pacing up and down with it in order to preserve the lucid dream. A few feet away from me, a dream character resembling Stacey milled about. (Later, in the waking state, I wondered if this character was indicative of another step in my plan of action which had also been on my mind: the deck of cards experiment which involves my wife’s assistance.) With a strong expectation to converse with my subconscious, I began to speak firmly with the red mouthpiece near my lips. The following dialogue took place between me and a telephonic voice which was eerily similar to my father’s and lent the impression of my future, older self:

Me: “I’d like to speak to my subconscious.”
Telephonic voice: “Subconscious?”
Me: “Yes please.”
Telephonic voice: “Okay.”
Me: “Can you tell me something important?”
Telephonic voice: [Mumbles incoherently and almost inaudibly]
Me: “Can you say it louder? Louder please! Tell me something important.”
Telephonic voice: “Your mother is the best mother in the world.”
Me: “Okay.” [Expecting more]
Telephonic voice: “And tell your wife to relax and not worry so much.”
Me: “Okay.”
Telephonic voice: “She’s doing a great job. Tell her to relax or she will destroy herself.”
Me: “Okay. Thank you.”

I fouled and woke up. It was 8.10am. I jotted the experience down in my journal and began to ponder about the dialogue between me and what I took to be my subconscious. Recalling the part where the voice mumbled, I began to wonder if my mind was taking its time assessing its content in terms of importance. But why not have an answer pronto? (After all, the subconscious has had plenty of time to be ready since the act of asking the question of importance was previously planned, in the waking state, prior to the lucid dream.) Unless it answers to such specific requests only when the lucid dreamer stimulates a response with a question or demand. This implies a chain reaction within the mind and seems to go against the notion that there is an autonomous subconscious entity, an inner self so to speak, within all of us.

The voice’s remark about my mother is probably a lovely and convenient hyperbole that I would like to remind myself of every once in a while. My mother is getting older and will soon become a shadow of her former self, so I think it is important that I remember her when she was at her finest. The advice about my wife is more or less what I tell her every now and then, especially when she stresses about things. The part where she could destroy herself is a little dramatic and not something that I would blurt out (at least consciously by the looks of it). Overall, it seems to me that, on this particular occasion, my subconscious didn’t have anything new to express. At least not new to me. Perhaps I already know what is important to me in my life.
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