UNWORLDING... the art form formerly known as 'out of body experience,' 'astral travel,' 'lucid dreaming,' 'phasing,' 'the quick switch,' etc.

FEBRUARY 21, 2017 to FEBRUARY 24, 2017

2017-02-21 3:00 am

I'm pawning two things at "Lamppost Pizza" where I also work and I'm also planning to keep the items--like WATCHES but very expansive--in the back of a small metal drawer in my locker at work. Worried Red Rick is in charge. The second time I am careful not to park in a customer parking spot and I'm wearing my work uniform. Red Mike works there.

I'm up in a high story of a tall hospital and there's a man who's talking to me. To our right are old women in bed with companion dogs. I wonder if this might be the dog ward, the ward where people go if they have guide dogs.

3:10 am

[Back to bed aroma-muggons. No dream remembered.]

8:16 am

[Just saw my rose quartz sphere on my table and remembered I had a good dream about finding QUARTZ CRYSTALS and woke up from it in Vibes so stayed in bed and tried to go straight into the next dream. This happened two or three times last night but no DEILD to recall.]

5:45-6:30 pm

[Breathwalking.]

6:30 pm

[Will list some things I want to try in tonight's WILD session:

6:40 pm

[Will spend time with family before dinner because I plan to go to bed immediately after eating. Cancelled by wife; "bawal" because of "urum". Tried to explain urum is my goal; good luck with that.]

8:55 pm

[To bed, B6, 1/2 liter beer.]

2017-02-22 1:40 am

In Sunset Park, Kansas, with Joybroth [SC], I'm going over my SECRET CLUB stuff, my Fun with Paranoia ethics and strategies manual. I demonstrate how a row of small bushes contains thick areas where hiding can be accomplished, and when we go over to the bushes, a Tunnel opening inspires me to wax eloquent about the possibilities. It's a HOLE IN THE GROUND with some sort of conduit that COMMUNICATES TO THE OTHER PART of the park which can't be seen due to a natural BARRICADE comprised of a hedge of trees or large bushes. We JUMP DOWN INTO THE HOLE and I show him how, if my enemy shows up to have a meeting with his gang, and I plan to steal his car, I can keep tabs on him and everybody on all sides of me and they'll never know I'm there.

Gordon S. walks by and I greet him, hoping I'm not too busted being caught at this childish game. He's complaining about it being his birthday so I offer to get him high and he says OK but he'd prefer we do it at his home, so we agree and Joybroth has a car so he drives us.

On the way, I am embroiled in an intense inner dream in which a chubby guy with long hair and beard explains some guy had turned his STOVE JETS AROUND BACKWARDS because the eroded shape then fits best the profile recommended in the manual. I think about how my plans for the day had all been absorbed into the social programs that had popped up and I decide it's OK.

We arrive and now it's night, at the house of a friend of our friend [now SC]. Soon Joybroth has to leave and we're now stuck at the stranger's house, but worse things have happened. It's an old wooden house, cozy in a way but a bachelor situation wnd he seems to be renovating parts of the house, at least I hope he is, or else how could he live in it. Color GREEN predominates. I recall seeing his picture, he has red cheeks and is tallish and has short light brown hair and beard [Whirly aka Stephen], wears a WHITE T-shirt. I see him and my companion and they are identical looking [but this fails to make me lucid.]

He's sparring with himself in a MIRROR or with a WHITE POSTER on the wall, explaining that he does this all the time, in other words, he's not just ACTING WEIRD. I imagine demonstrating some Aikido moves and I imagine he would be too aggressive and knock my glasses off.

I have to pee so I wander into the next room, which is dark, asking "Where's the bathroom?" so he won't think I'm just staking out his house. At the far end of the LONG NARROW ROOM [the Tunnel] are a row of old controls, about four pairs of them, with a roller switch recessed into the wall on the right and an on-off switch to its left with each pair. I don't know which one will TURN ON A LIGHT, so I try the switch on the right and it turns on a LOUD BROKEN FAN which I rush to turn back off and finally get the LIGHT TURNED ON.

I lift the oak lid of the toilet to the LEFT only to find the toilet dry and full of broken pieces of house, like shards of plasterboard. Obviously if I pee in the toilet there will be no flushing it so I plan to ask where the other bathroom is, but in my mind I call it a "CR" then "comfort room," then realize I'm in the wrong country for that terminology and wake up [become vaguely lucid which wakes me in the Nowhere and I mistake this for my bed in so-called real life.]

[Headache from beer and chocolate, turned off alarm, will go back to bed since I took a headache tablet with caffeine in it.]

2:10 am

[Back to bed.]

2:30 am

[Was unaware of being asleep when I] come to the end of a footpath in Forest Park just as I was getting interested in the TRAIL [the Tunnel]. Not that the trail actually ended, but it was blocked by a short section of tall CHAIN LINK FENCE that jutted out a couple feet over the revine on the RIGHT of the trail so you COULDN'T GO AROUND IT. WONDERED why it jutted out into mid-air like that and realized I'd just botched a DEILD by paying attention to the me in bed instead of interacting with a dream.]

4:35 am

[Back to bed, apple juice.]

5:45 am

[Used reverse blinking awesome, but no time to focus or sleep either one, I am now a caffeine zombie with no real energy.]

3:15-5:05 pm

[Muggons pipe, dream bed, mask, no sounds--power outage--noisy.]

5:05 pm

[Lacked sleep last night. Using the reverse blinking I got very close to sleep quickly and stayed there. I was well into the exercise when I got a ferocious itch under my mask on my right eyebrow and was sure it was just a test, but I scratched it and then stretched and changed position slightly, still lying on back, and prepared to go to sleep, still remaining close to the borderline of sleep and waking up frequently to take one big swallow and go back under.]

[Finally was in a vaguish dream in which] I had accomplished something scary so was now ready to enter the workforce doing a very physical, athletic, scary kind of work, for example skiing or ice skating at a winter lodge or something. I WONDERED what kind of clothes I'd wear on the ice so as to not look like a fruit. Something not too colorful. Then I [HEARD SOMEONE IN THE ROOM WALKING TOWARD ME ON THE WOOD FLOOR, AND I WAS MOMENTARILY TERRIFIED AND STRUGGLED FOR A SECOND TO WAKE MYSELF UP ENOUGH TO DECIDE WHETHER OR NOT IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR ANYONE TO BE IN THE HOUSE, DECIDED IT WAS NOT, AND RELAXED BECAUSE I WAS APPARENTLY IN SLEEP PARALYSIS! At that moment T. returned home from school and called from downstairs wanting to be let in, and I tried to reply, but found my voice not fully functional.]

[Maybe sleep paralysis, maybe the cat that invades through the attic and the holes in the wall. It didn't sound like a cat and I felt the presence as much or more than I heard the footsteps, so I think it was sleep paralysis.]

[Reverse blinking is supposed to be good for inducing sleep paralysis as much as putting you to sleep.]

5:45-6:15 pm

[Breathwalking.]

[B6, changed alarm to wake me up about 2:00 a.m. instead of 3:00+.]

8:10 pm

[To bed. Muggons in mask. Will practice WILD.]

10:30 pm

[After two hours of lying perfectly still the Itchies had become downright painful like needles. Not like a numb limb, it was my skin. The feeling is of a bug sitting on my skin and biting me. Not mosquitoes. I'm putting liniment on my arms and legs and going back under, but will search for ants first.]

[I'm developing a theory that this is related to childhood insomnia since I used to have the same problem, I was convinced that spiders were crawling all over me and if I'm correct, that's when I learned to listen for the loud incessant babble of hundreds of voices. When I could hear the Babble, I knew I would finally be going to sleep. I think I have discovered the fear barrier, sleep paralysis, and the M Band Noise or whatever RAM called it. As well as childhood trauma locked into the body or more truly childhood trauma locking me into a rigidity of the body, a rigid interpretation of the human form.]

10:45 pm

[Back to sleep, liniment.]

2017-02-23 1:45 am

[Alarm clock. No dreams recalled.]

1:55 am

[Back to bed for WILD session.]

***

KK wants another stool, goes into a store where the wooden door is closed, comes back to the car with a catalog to show me, which turns into a chord organ. I try to figure out how to explain to her that what she would really enjoy would be a synthesizer, not a chord organ.

[This is about my approach to technique. There are 7 sliders. That's all; the technique doesn't matter.]

[New terminology: "the Equalizer" = 8ness dream body. (Later changed to refer to the Miruvorning Vroombelleration.)]

3:40-5:00 pm

[Lying down in dream bed to unworld step-by-step, will observe body, narrowing focus to head. Will use reverse blinking to induce paralysis quickly. Upon finding myself in the Urumara, I will not roll over to sleep, I will lie still and wait for the Vac-U-Move to stir the dream bodies into motion and then I will allow the vortex to suck me through the Urumara through my feet. I will feel myself sliding across the bed through the Urumara into the Unworld. Will provide fuel for the process by Blaffinveigle and will adjust the balance of focus by Metsuke. Vap-o-muggons right now, then lying down with sounds and mask.]

7:10 pm

[Breathwalking.]

8:30 pm

[To bed, practiced WILD 1 hour, had AWK with little dreams immediately.]

2017-02-24

I've sacrificed everything for what I believe I'm ready to die for, but a young Indian woman [Cwahacoy] and her teenage sister don't want me killed so my life is spared if they take me home. I happily accompany them to their apartment. As I walk toward the apartment complex with my arm around the older girl, I experience a twinge of cynicism as if this was a little too easy and now that I've sacrificed everything, I still have nothing to live for, but I stop that thought and instead I kiss my beautiful new girlfriend. Little sister rolls her eyes and says, "Here we go."

I insert my DOOR KEY at the SAME MOMENT that she insert hers [Merging] and we walk into my new home. I am happy and grateful. I have a ROCK to mark this moment, a fist-sized GRAY ROCK FULL OF SPARKLES [the Nowhere] so I place it right above the top step at the TOP OF THE STAIRWAY [the Urumara]. [And wake up with my alarm clock going on and on for who knows how long, the sound covered by a steady rain.]

2:35 am

[Meditation five minutes. Back to sleep, will practice WILD, will remain still until I enter paralysis, then feel myself sliding across the bed as the vortex sucks me out through my feet through the Urumara. Once in the Unworld, I will rub/clap/shake hands, then repeat my mantra, "I love this place," then whirl to the Urumara which I will experience from all sides as I regain all relevant memories of childhood learnings re: the art of going to sleep with infinite slowness. When I wake up I will remember and record all . Apple juice and B6. Remember to view the body as a thing external to the self to induce a mindset of dissociation during WILD practice.]

4:10 am

Edwin takes me to meet a SCIENTST or else I reocnstruct the pseudo-memory of that having happened later on. I am shocked to find that Edwin's English is almost perfect, he keeps talking and I feel silly for not spending more time with him before this. I'm playing with a piece of stretchy plastic (PINK), WONDERING while he talks whether there's any reason why it looks like a penis and so I BECOME SELF-CONSCIOUS and stop playing with it.

Later, I try to write Edwin a thank-you email and how about sending one to the scientist too, since I have his email address in a cc. But I don't know what to say.

At home Commune/Manggahan common kitchen cafeteria, the chocolate I bought Edwin and left out for everybody are going ignored so I start loading it into a baggie for my own use. And why did I not notice this huge bag of raisins? I just bought another bag today [this is a warning about sugar addiction, my habit of making sure I never run out of sweet food]. Now it's MJ, this shouldn't be left out in the open, what if my dad sees it? I'm scraping it up off a big piece of cardboard [the Nowhere], but this is all scraps and stemmy fibers, I might as well throw it away.

And what about the dirty old chicken leg, how old is it? Give it to the dog Charmello... Here, you're not Charmello, just a filthy diseased puppy, take it outside, happy puppy, oops, there's Charmello, they fight over it, I'm glad the puppy got his share, he's headed back in so I close the tall, massive doors [the Urumara]. Back to what I was doing, I bend down to clean up something else, yikes it's a snake, GREEN half-grown, I try to shout "SNAKE" and can't, I have a small 2' x 2-1/2' sheet of plywood or a cabinet door in my hand and the snake is trying to escape, it's now 2-1/2' long and 2 inches fat, GREEN. I plan to pinch the snake under the edge of the board, but I can't. I'm LUCID, I'm awake [It's still raining, pouring down hard. Recalled in one of my WILD sessions today I half-experienced momentarily trying to do something and it wasn't possible because I COULDN'T MOVE. This was fleeting and the state of mind was barely conscious. This is progress, starting to notice sleep paralysis. This latest WILD I kept waking up over and over with that trick swallow which has replaced the gagging and panicked breathing that used to wake me from little sleeps. So there is progress. I am habitually hovering near sleep and repeatedly waking myself up, so WILD sessions are tiresome and I roll over to sleep.]

4:35 am

[Back to bed with mask, main bed.]

5:30 am

[Woke up and decided no school today, too much rain.]

6:42 am

"Honey..." says my wife's voice, waking me up.

"Huh? Don't wake me up, why you wanna wake me up. Don't wake me up. You wanna go to the hospital? You sick or something? Huh? Honey!" I removed my mask... she's not there.

7:40 am

[After 11 hours of sleep, I am finally in the so-called real world having had hallucinated realities (6:42 am), false awakenings and a lucid dream. It will be hard to put all this into order, but it is also a return to an earlier dream in which dream character "Edwin" helped me construct a pseudo-memory of visiting a scientist--a dream I didn't remember when I woke up, I only remember me and Edwin talking about the experience in a dream I did remember.]

[Most of this took place with me and T. oversleeping in bed as per physical reality.] I'm in bed looking at a computer screen at the foot of the bed about a software program called NuPhoto which is one of several online services where people can post their photos for their own use. The others didn't impress me, but I like this one because of the SOLID DARK GRAY BACKGROUND [the Nowhere] since this color makes the lines and letters stand out. The page is covered with folder names and the names are all linked with lines like a family tree or database relational chart and the scientist from an earlier dream [which didn't click] and I'm scrolling down the screen, but this doesn't seem to be working and then I ask myself, But why should it work? I have no mouse in bed! I realize I'm not dreaming [oops] but really lying in bed with T. [true] and I reach down with my right hand and rub the top of his head [wrong position. Our heads were really at the same pillow line at the head of the bed.] I "close my eyes" and "go back to sleep".

Pretty soon T. wakes me, upset that we've overslept [FALSE AWAKENING]. He says it's 10:15 [FALSE] and "It's a special day" at school. His pajamas and his face are both printed with the same NEON LIME GREEN little symbol [the Dream Usher]. I feel bad for being the one who suggested that we don't wake him up for school [true]. I rip my sleep mask off, I say:

Cmon lets' go to school, I'll take you to Panabo right now.

I strip the heavy white blanket [the Nowhere] off of him WONDERING why she's given him this old heavy big white bedspread [all true] when he has other nice fuzzy blankets to use. We get up and I start stripping clothes off of me since I seem to have extra things wrapped around my upper back and shoulder including a kitchen towel and then a RED shirt that's J.'s and I WONDER why am I wearing her shirt in bed wrapped around my shoulders. While I'm WONDERING things, I suddenly resent the extra trip to town I'll have to make today [true--we have no dog food. And I have to go buy it since T. has no school so J. won't be in town to pick some up] and I mentally whine about what the trip to town will do to my budget. Then I see T. has collapsed leaning against a pile of clean laundry that's piled high on a table to the left of the foot of the bed. He's GONE BACK TO SLEEP so I try to get him to wake up [which amounts to waking myself up. I see I had been in a false awakening and stay still to go back in and it succeeds.]

I'm sitting at the back of a small conference room in which a certain scientist [see above two dreams] is going to be discussed. A newsprint magazine containing an article about the scientist is being passed out to everyone. I am the last one to get a copy, obviously no one knows what I'm doing here and neither do I, and I'm self-conscious about not wearing a shirt. The person passing out the magazines has a tentative QUESTIONING BODY LANGUAGE [sensed not seen] as if WONDERING whether I'm part of the group. I flip to the page in question, page 15, and on the facing page preceding the first page of the article, I see the last page of a comic story. I think THAT'S ODD, why would there be silly comics in a science magazine?

I'm getting more and more uncomfortable about not wearing a shirt, then realize it's because I'm uncomfortable because I'm not sitting on a chair, I'm balancing on the upright handle of a plastic dustpan with a tall handle [same as we have in real life] which just SEEMS RIDICULOUS. I stand up and this action makes me decisive and CLEARS MY MIND. I say out loud, "I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE!" and then I am overwhelmed with the sudden realization and I exclaim, "I'm dreaming!" and I'm hit with a huge wave of euphoria and a massive sense of accomplishment.

I'm laughing and running out of the room at the same time, happy to leave this dream scene behind so I can do something real. OUT THE DOOR I go and look around. I'm in a huge WHITE TUNNEL so I say, "I'm in a mall," and a few people and shops are vaguely seen, but I realize I'm losing my lucidity. I realize I have to calm down, and start clapping my hands and stuff. But by now I'm aware of being in my bed. [I moved around and hoped to go back in, but felt obliged to go over all the details, false awakenings, etc. and it was too late to re-enter so I got up to write it all down. I should have clapped/rubbed/shook my hands BEFORE leaving the dream scene, but was very uncomfortable in the room with those people.

The room was the Projection Room proper, the door was back through the Urumara and the mall was the Tunnel. In other Words I fulfilled the exact instructions I've been giving myself for weeks, I did my whole Intent Agenda, but in the wrong order. My Intent Agenda was to 1) know who I am (become lucid), 2) look at hands, clap/rub/shake them, 3) say, "I love this place", 4) whirl to teleport, 5) to Urumara, 6) experience/see Urumara.

Instead in today's lucid dream, I 1) realized I'm dreaming, 2) want out of here, 3) run out of room laughing, 4) out through door, 5) into Tunnel/other side of Urumara, 6) remember to clap hands (should have been step 2).

9:10 pm

[To bed, 1/2 liter of beer. Will pretend the 2-3-4 mind lives in the left side of the brain and focus on that while practicing WILD.]

11:50 pm

[Back to bed after getting up to read, will alter WILD to the fast method which is to remain still 7-10 minutes, then slowly change position to avoid discomfort. Because discomfort is more distracting than the subtle power of Vac-U-Move. "Discomfort cancels out Vac-U-Move"... everything has to balance... Metsuke...]