Yeah. Michael is on the money when he says that it is better to practice the phase away from our sleeping partners.
On this issue, here is a recent phase where my wife caused me to foul...Date:
12/01/2013Method of entry:
dream consciousness (unplanned)Bedtime:
around 9 amReturn to bed:
10 mins laterAttempt:
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.