Archive for April, 2009

More mindreading

Monday, April 27th, 2009

I took the kids for a hike around a new nature preserve north of the city. We walked the perimeter of the property under the cool shade of hardwoods and pines. As we hiked along over tree trunks and leaves, we got into a rhythm and I let my mind wander a bit. Looking down as I chose my footsteps, a thought crossed my mind that it might be wise to watch for poison ivy.

Instantly, Hallie’s voice piped up from behind me. “We should watch for poison ivy!” she cheerfully declared.

I chuckled all the way back home, thinking how Hallie seemed to have read my mind once again!

Weather dreams

Monday, April 6th, 2009

I’ve long seen tornadoes in my dreams and used them as lucid dream triggers. They usually work well as triggers as my dream self easily recognizes that I’ve never before seen them in waking life.

I’ve noticed that these tornado dreams seem to precede severe weather events, usually ones threatening enough to spawn tornadoes. Now I wonder if the tornadoes I see in my dreams may be a mental weather forecast rather than a simple sign I’m dreaming!

Dreams and OBEs

Monday, April 6th, 2009

I got an email today from the Lucidity Institute. As you may know, I’m a fan and practicer of lucid dreaming. I’m also interested in OBEs though its been years since I can claim to have had one or anything remotely similar. In the Lucidity email was a link to a paper Lynne Levitan and Dr. LaBerge wrote in 1990. Titled “Out-Of-Body Experiences and Lucid Dreaming,” Levitan and LaBerge attempt to brand OBEs as nothing more than dreams.
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The grandparent dream

Monday, April 6th, 2009

My grandmother died a few years ago after living to a fine age of 92 years. She was a widow for the last 30 of those years, living alone (and reasonably happy) right up to the end.

Since her passing my grandmother has occasionally appeared as a character in my dreams. Rarely do I get the sense that it’s really her, though: most of the time she appears more as a face in a crowd, so to speak. Or it could be that our communication occurred on a much deeper level and what remained in my groggy conscious mind was simply jumbled snippets.
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