Completed the experiment in a lucid dream last night. I have not opened the WL corresponding envelope yet. Will document the dream first and then open it, so there are no biases. I also had my sister do two envelopes (labelled 1 and 2), and only opened 1 (that I can remember). So there is still opportunity to do this another time, which I’m thankful for, because I had at least 5 short NDs after this LD, which made recall a bit tough, although one thing I can recall for certain was that it was very vivid. Okay…
May 31, 2022
I am on a backpacking trip with my old roommate J. My dog is with us. We are setting up camp for the night on an old tent pad where the delineating logs of the tent pad are old and deteriorating. Everything’s a bit grown over. There is a waterfall nearby. Suddenly I’m fetching something from a root cellar. I spontaneously become lucid. I do the nose pinch RC which doesn’t work for a second and I think its because I didn’t plug my nose properly and this is actually waking life. I try again. Definitely a dream! Awareness sharply increases until my body is buzzing. I’ve only had this level of heightened awareness in a dream once before, and it was another dream (like this one) that I would consider one of my few special dreams (for lack of a better word; see previous entry). I call Janet. For those who don’t know who Janet is, watch the first episode of The Good Place TV show. She pops up when someone says her name and can do anything you want, so I use her as my command centre. I think there is more to her in my dreams though… possibly representing my subconscious or a dream guide / spirit guide. I wait. At first she doesn’t show up, and someone else walks into the root cellar (can’t remember who, male I think). He walks past me and I ignore him, intent on my goal.
“Hey Janet,” I say again.
There is another pause and I start to think it wont work.
“Hey there!” Janet says as she pops her head out of the side room/closet entryway behind the main door. I laugh at her delight to mess with me. I’m sooo excited that it worked again that I squeal in excitement and hug her. I remember feeling the details of my arms around her, and her “realness”. This is a recurring theme from my so-called “special” dreams: getting super excited doesn’t wake me up. Which is crazy because we all know, if you get lucid, do not get excited or you will wake yourself up!!. In these dreams, there seems to be no risk of waking up, because the dream itself is the “here and now”.
…memory of the dream starts to get a bit fuzzy here, but I know that I ask her for the envelopes off of my coffee table. First she gives me some other envelopes that either have no label or an incorrect label. We are standing in front of a chest-height shelf or table now in the root cellar, and it looks like she is managing a bunch of papers and other small beige envelopes like the ones on my coffee table. I tell her these aren’t the right ones, and I point to the right ones. I can see the numbers standing out just like I drew them in real life (block-letter style in black with a metallic green border). She takes back the wrong ones and passes the right ones to me without saying anything. It looks like she is doing something important with everything on the desk/shelf and I think that I should understand and help her with what she is doing, because I have a sense that everything about her and what she does is important for me somehow. I say out loud that I just want to look at these envelopes first and then I will participate.
I open the envelope #1.
Slowly unfold the paper.
Unexpectedly, it is a lengthy amount of text. I read it and come to recognize it as a kind of prophecy for me. It started with a word written with emphasis, clearly a word for contemplation over. The rest was written in a bit of a poetic style, short lines, cryptic meanings. I can’t for the life of me remember the word, except that it was a long-ish word I know with a short (3-4 letters) suffix at the end written in italics. The suffix was something like xaon or xion, nothing I recognize. The long word almost definitely started with an a or e and was fairly neutral in meaning… adventure… exception… alphabet…
The rest of the poetic prophecy, although I don’t remember it, amounted to tell me something like keep on as you are or you’re going in the right direction or you’re doing everything just right… something reassuring and positive.
I’m looking at this and willing myself to remember. I’m also thinking that there is no way my sister would have written something like this, so it must be part of my dream. I further inspect the paper and the envelope. I can’t remember where I saw it but on one of those surfaces was a cute little doodle of a bull, or cow with horns. My memory even thinks it might have had horns on its nose instead of on its head, more like tusks (maybe a warthog?). I believe it was just in black or grey ink/charcoal. Can’t remember the background color, and don’t remember any other colors. I had the impression that this doodle was here for a while, like before I gave the paper to my sister. Pages were definitely blank when I gave them to my sister.
I did not open the second envelope (that I can remember).
From here I lose memory of the dream until it lapses back into an ND or transitions into a new ND. I have at least 4 different ND’s or fragments which feel like separate dreams, except they all contain a recurring theme, where a DC I am interacting with or associating with is an aboriginal / First Nation female. It’s a different DC each time. One time was a daughter of the tribe’s chief, other times she is in modern society. Haven’t figured out the significance of that but very interesting that all 4 or 5 share that theme.
Here is a sketch that I made of the doodle I remember in the dream. I think there’s some bias because of how I know my sister’s drawing style is, but I can’t untangle my biases from the blurry memories, so this is as close as I can get:
I will open the WL envelope tomorrow morning. Stay tuned!
