This episode with my first and, to date, the last hallucination gave me a reason to think about people who, according to them, hear voices in their heads, see what is not in reality, etc. Such hallucinations are generated by ourselves when we are very afraid of something and at the same time actively use our imagination – in general terms. Not all people understand this and begin to worry even stronger from the hallucinations, thereby throwing new firewood into the fire. Therefore, such people should realize that their decisions to be afraid are the cause of their visions, and then they just need to train themselves to focus their attention on the present moment using 5 senses, and at the same time increase their knowledge about life and the world.
Here it must be remembered, of course, that over many centuries a lot of fables and lies have appeared which in the case of some people are one of the links in the chain leading to hallucinations about Satan, the Devil, and other fictional creatures, like the monster It. But if you have knowledge, then you can relatively calmly determine what is true and what is fiction – just as I was able to weed out a lot of weeds with the help of my knowledge about Thiaoouba.
Now, here is the retelling of my fifth lucid dream.
It was a literature lesson. I was reading perfectly, and I saw that the teacher gave 5. Then she drew my attention by knocking on the desk.
At that moment I gained control of my body.
Ekaterina Vasilievna gave me a note to read (a little smaller than my 5-inch phone). There was something written on both sides of the paper, but the only word I remembered was “кюкв”.
Realizing that this was a new lucid dream, I decided to enjoy it to the fullest this time. I ran out of class. There was no Ekaterina Vasilyevna in the small office to my right. I headed to the right along the corridor to the stairs and ran down it. There was no one. A security guard and several other people stood at the door of the school. I thought he would stop me, but no. I was able to run out into the street.
It was cloudy. Wet road.
I ran and turned to the right behind the school. The diagonal path to the gate still existed (it no longer exists in reality, and the old passage at the gate is closed). But the fence was modern, not the old one that existed when I was really studying. I also wondered if the gate would be closed or open. It was closed and I had to climb over it.
Soon I remembered my physical body, and the lucid dream began to blur, dissolve. But I managed to keep my focus on the present moment which allowed the lucid dream to become clear again.
I ran along my long house.
As I was running up to the entrance, I thought that I was so close to my goal – my apartment. I did not want the lucid dream to end.
So, I was inside the building.
Going up to my floor, I opened the corridor door and ran to my apartment. It had an old blue wooden door. I immediately rang the bell and held it for a couple of seconds. Then I quickly pressed it two more times so that my mother knew that it was me – as we often ring the doorbell in reality.
I started looking for keys in my pants pocket. It was empty. Then voices started to be heard from behind the door. A man's voice told to leave or something like that.
The door began to open, and I cautiously stepped away from it for a couple of meters.
The door was opened by a man with short cropped hair. And there was a woman near him.
They said that mom lives on the other end of our street.
It was clear from the conversation that this was not the first time they had seen me. Then he said, or bragged, that he was working as a designer and someone else. I forgot. I also forgot that it was clear from the conversation that the money had something to do with the fact that my mother did not live there – in a negative way. But this is already one of the cheapest apartments in Moscow…
I do not remember how, but the door of the apartment opposite “mine” was open, and there was a man in the corridor. He also took part in the conversation.
I started asking details about my mother; what kind of house. Not a word.
Strange, but since I knew perfectly well that it was a dream, I decided to run to Marina's house and try to find her apartment. I knew what floor she lived on in reality (her friend mentioned that detail on the dog playground). I clearly thought in the dream that I did not want anything bad or vulgar. I just wondered what would happen and what, or who, I would see in this lucid dream.
On the street, I thought and remembered that the next door to “my” apartment could not be there in reality, since there should be a wall separating the apartments in that place. I also realized that in “my” apartment there was a wall near the door. There is no wall there in reality.
I felt tired running and almost stopped to rest. I thought about this interesting fact. After all, this is a lucid dream. Why can you get tired in it? I was also wondering if I would feel very tired in my legs when I wake up, remembering my physical body. But I kept my concentration on the “real” here and now and continued to live in a place that I knew was a lucid dream.
I sometimes wondered in the lucid dream about how it works. Therefore, I retained my thinking ability, imagination, and memory – which is logical, since the memory is located in the Astral body (soul), and not in the physical body.
I looked around me and was able to make out the smallest details on the sidewalk. For some reason, there were little green pieces on it.
Then two schoolchildren started talking to me about something, and then a modern Vityaz tram passed by. There was only one passenger in it. I mentioned the fact that there were no people.
At my destination the houses were about the same way as they are in real life. But the landscape was different. The first house had a hill with a staircase leading to its top.
The first house had a group of adults. I wondered if I might run by a different path on the right. But then I decided to run past them.
One of them exclaimed something about his mother. Perhaps she died, and he was in grief.
I went around the house.
Strange, but I took it as normal that there were many tiled paths in front of the houses: straight and diagonal. There was almost no lawn. This does not exist in reality (thank God), but in my lucid dream I had the feeling as if I had seen it before.
I was approaching the entrance of the house to which I was running.
The lucid dream began to dissipate, and I could no longer keep my focus on it, although I tried. I gave up when I was fully awake.
My legs were not tired, as expected. But there was something strange happening with the size of the letters on the phone when I immediately began to write down the details of my lucid dream, being afraid to forget them. It seemed like they were becoming higher and thinner, then lower and thicker, and so on until they finally became their normal size.
That night, before my lucid dream, I had a dream about Marina from the village. The dream was sexual in nature. Then I woke up. It was already getting light outside. Then I fell asleep and for some reason decided to check the Moscow Marina in my lucid dream.
It was very interesting to know that in order not to return to my physical body (wake up) I had to concentrate on the reality that was my lucid dream at that moment. Exactly how I must concentrate on reality in the real life in order to be focused on reality. Sorry for the tautology.
Then I could think in the lucid dream, which was not a surprise, since I know that, for example, the intellect remains with the Astral body when we leave our physical body.
But I am not saying that we are necessary located in the Astral body while we are in a lucid dream. So, Thao tells Michel after creating and showing him her illusion that their “astropsychic” bodies were separated from their physical bodies and others. Thao further said that the other bodies were: the physiological, the psychotypical, the Astral, and so on. Following this, she clarified to Michel that a direct correlation was established between their astropsychic bodies, and everything that she imagined was projected in Michel's astropsychic body exactly as if it was happening.