I’ve had some interesting dreams lately. These dreams are grand adventure types where I am exploring changing landscapes, and in the dreams I am always thinking I have astral projected and this is the astral world I’m exploring. They take place kind of how I imagine the astral realms to be like based on what I’ve read, and I meet all these different people and situations. In the dreams I’m always looking for something but never find it. Everything is vivid and memorable, and yet…still dream like.
One such dream started out with me on the street that I grew up on. I was looking for the soul of my fluorite who I had agreed to meet in the astral. I met a man at the end of the street. He made me feel a little uncomfortable but as he got closer I decided that there wasn’t any reason I needed to be uncomfortable and that in the “astral” I might as well let my earthly reticence go. And since I had no idea what my fluorite would appear to me as, I thought there was a chance this could be that person. He offered to help me along, and he led me into a dark wooden apartment building. I decided I wanted to try to explore this another time, but not at the moment. Then he led me to a new area with other people and activities and we parted ways.
I found myself in a high school cafeteria, and it was set in the 1980s. Most every person there had died and decided to live out their afterlife in the time/era of their lives they most connected to. They were wearing letterman jackets and all that high school pride business. I sat at this table with a bunch of rather friendly people. One of them was a football player and he was suddenly designated my buddy. We sat next to each other and ate lunch, but in my head I knew I wasn’t there for him and our friendship wouldn’t last beyond lunch. It didn’t bother me at all. I asked them a bit about why they were here and he asked me if I had died in [location I live]. I was surprised and thought, but didn’t say, that I was just here visiting. Then, he and most everyone else left the table, and I continued to look around for the person I was waiting for. There was one girl who stayed behind. She was pretty with elaborately done hair and nails, and she was also wearing a letterman jacket. She started saying some hostile things to me about how I looked funny and didn’t fit in (I was always unpopular in real life). It occurred to me that she was slightly mentally disabled and as such had never really been accepted or understood. Seeing me gave her a chance to feel better about herself, because she tried so hard to fit in at that school. And here I was, a nerdy person who didn’t care at all about high school social life. I instantly liked her, and ignored her mean comments to say something about how her hair looked nice. It distracted her from insulting me, and we talked a bit about her hair and nails that she was so proud of. Eventually, I got up to leave this cafeteria, and met up with a group of strangers to walk through some living areas that looked a bit like slums. This was about where the dream started to wrap up. I never did find who I was looking for.
Waking up, of course I wondered “was this AP?” It was so vivid, and the people felt so real. But I don’t think it was the kind of astral experience I thought it was. If anything, it was a very vivid dreamscape, and clearly it existed on the astral level of my active subconscious. But there were some very dreamlike elements. For one, I had no control. I tried to exercise some standard AP control (thinking “clarity now” brought no clarity even in contexts when it ought to have, for instance), and I was unable to direct myself where I intended to go. Communication was verbal as far as I could tell and thoughts were not transmitted to others. It felt like a dream, even if it was very memorable. This would have been a good dream to try to become lucid, but in the dream I believed I already was lucid and so remained dreaming.
The dreams that I have where I believe I am astral projecting, attempting to astral project, or lucid dreaming (as in, lucid in a dream within a dream wherein I am ultimately not lucid) are signs that this is a part of my consciousness now and that my subconsciousness is responding to my thoughts. If anything, it makes for better and more vivid dream recall. 🙂