The mysterious apartment door knocker is still at it in Corona. The reader
in question supplied this month's short story. His apartment was knocked
on again during his dreaming, but no one was there. He wants to know if
anyone else has felt presences and what they think it might be. He lists
the following as possible:
- Nothing at all but a normal dream,
- The inorganic beings hanging around,
- Panic caused by an increased energy level,
- His own Nagual being sensed by his Tonal,
- Nicotine poisoning,
- A serious need to finish his recapitulation.
I believe he left out, 7. Demons from hell trying to take over his body.
If we could think of another three, we could send it to Letterman for
a top 10 list.
At any rate, I would have to say that none of us has a clue. But the newsletter
does seem to be fun to read, so maybe we can all speculate. Anyone with
possible insight on this?
Here's my own feeble explanation for the short story: The wind indicates
his energy body coming out because don Juan said it was always heralded
by wind. The presence he sensed (he said ancient, it was described that
way by don Juan too), is his energy body. He could move his leg easily because
it emerged from there (one of the women's books talks about openings in
the lower leg). He couldn't move the rest of his body because his attention
was on his energy body. That didn't move because it hasn't fully emerged
yet. As an experiment, he might try moving only his leg as much as possible.
Maybe next time he could slide out in some weird fashion. This of course
doesn't explain the knocking on his apartment door. I haven't even a feeble
explanation for that. Hopefully, some readers will feel like speculating.
Source: Corona, CA
Hitting pay dirt.
Before recapitulating, I tried desperately to hold onto any dreaming I got
into. I discovered a lot about this and thought it was important. Recapitulating
has changed my mind. I now think that it isn't too important. I am writing
about this just because you asked [in the last newsletter].
My technique was based on the discovery that my sense of sight was the first
to go. When the dream began to fade, I learned to stoop and grab anything
I could find; for instance dirt. I would roll that around in my hands. As
long as I felt dirt, my dreaming wasn't over even if the scene faded completely
away. I learned from this to go back into the dream. Mostly, I learned how
little we can trust our own sense of what is a dream and what is not. Sometimes
I found myself cursing having woken up from dreaming, only to realize seconds
later that I still had the dirt in my hand! The technique then, is to keep
feeling the dirt and visualize anything last seen before the dream faded.
In answer to your second question [barriers to the initial realization],
my big problem is not wanting to let go of the dream I'm having at the
time. I always seem to know I'm in a dream. I even tell figures in my
dreams that it's just a dream. I just don't want to stop the "important"
things I'm doing. Once I do give up, my clarity increases until I fully
realize I'm dreaming. A common mistake I make that causes me to lose it
again is to do something that draws me back into the dream. For instance,
last week I came across a shelf of china and couldn't resist the urge
to smash a bunch of it on the floor. I reasoned that it was just dreaming.
The owners of the china did not agree. A big fight ensued and I decided
to kill all of them quickly to avoid trouble. My dreaming ego is very
violent. I still can't remember how that dream ended, so obviously I re-entered
a normal dream. Rule #1 for me now; tread lightly.
Source: Riverside, CA
Starts with a voice.
It has been my experience that dream images or events don't fade, they change
chaotically. Hence, the technique of isolating one particular item to return
to (your hands) when your cohesion begins to falter. I find that the realization
that I'm dreaming takes the form of a peculiar internal dialog (?) in which
I (?) begin to coach myself to look only in fleeting glances at things and
then return to my hands to refresh my attention. Interestingly, I've found
that in other non-ordinary states of perception the truly remarkable experiences
are always ushered in by particularly poignant internal dialogues (?) about
perception in general. What this means I don't know, we're very strange
animals. I suspect this may be the voice of seeing.
Source: Otisville, NY
Hog farming in NC.
...I live in a mobile home, and the center bedroom in my mobile home is
very small. Just big enough for a small bed. The room in fact is like a
box. When I close the door and pull the curtains tight, very little light
comes through even during the day. I find that I dream the best around two
or three in the afternoon. One day I laid down when suddenly I began to
have a dream that I was out in my front yard. In the dream I was standing
on top of a pole. I remember that a voice was telling me to jump off the
top of it. I was afraid to do it. I then took out a tape measure in order
to measure the distance from the top of the pole to the ground. It measured
4'5". I heard a voice saying jump, I remember saying I was scared. The voice
told me to jump to the pine trees that were in the front yard. I finally
did. I was told at that time to use my fibers to jump from tree to tree.
This created a very odd sensation. I was unable to see any type of fibers,
but I did feel as if I were a magnet being pulled to the trunk of the pine
tree. Once I got to the pine, I jumped to the next one with the same ease.
Suddenly, I was totally air borne, and started doing flips in the air. During
this time I was totally aware of what I was doing; it was very exciting!
I finally landed and I began to walk to the mailbox which is on the side
of the road. Once I got to the mailbox I took out a letter. I noticed that
beside my mailbox was a smaller mailbox. It was about a foot tall, and looked
as if it had been carved from a piece of wood. My total attention was put
on this smaller mailbox. I thought that it was very strange. I then began
to walk back to my mobile home. As I did I noticed that in the back lot
behind my home my Dad was down there. He and my uncle were building a pin
to put hogs in. (My dad used to raise livestock). Anyway in the dream I
got upset, and said I wished that he wouldn't get back into that business.
Then suddenly I woke up. I was filled with excitement. I got up and walked
out into the front yard. Outside in the front yard is a tree stump from
a pine tree that my parents took down. The stump is huge, and I knew that
that was what I had been on in my dream. I measured it and it was four feet
high. Close enough I think. Then I walked to the mailbox. There was a letter
in the box, now get this, it was from a live stock market, informing my
dad that there was going to be a selling in the near future...
Source: New Bern, NC
Editor: This reader wrote a great deal. I selected this dream because it
showed some overlap between the dream world and the real world. He thought
the small mailbox might have been a scout. Besides this experience, he seems
to dream of seeing his own body. He floats in the vacinity, observing it.
He also encounters a lot of black people in his dreams and wonders if they're
scouts. At the risk of being politically incorrect, if I encountered a statistical
skew in the racial mix of my dreams, I'd be spooked too. I guess it's good
he didn't encounter a lot of American Indians or he'd really be wondering!
Unfortunately, whatever you look for in dreaming is likely to show up, so
we can't ask other readers to look. I had no trouble at all finding newsletters,
once I remembered to look for them. When you arrive at the second gate,
your question will be answered anyway. In the meantime, I guess you could
go around pointing your little finger at black people.
My dreaming is sporadic at best. I have been working with lucid dream induction
techniques and devices (Stephen LaBerge, Lucidity Institute) for some time,
as well as utilizing procedures outlined by Carlos & Florinda in the books.
I have had some interesting results with the "Novadreamer", a device that
signals with LED's and sounds in a mask, when I'm in REM sleep. Nine times
out of ten when the que is detected, it just gets incorporated in the dream.
Several times, though, I have become conscious in the dream, and I find
that I'm so excited and amazed when I realize I'm in the dream, knowing
I'm dreaming, and marveling at how "real" it all seems, that I often get
swept back up in the dream. I've been recapitulating more frequently of
late, and I haven't had a single dream of any significance since I got
back into it at this level.
As for when dreaming is best, I find the following to make a difference:
Afternoon naps, when it is uncomfortably warm and the room is indirectly
lit with sun, produce, for me, a drowsy, in and out sort of sleep that almost
always results in vivid and hi-in-lucidity-producing quality of dreams.
I also have found that a strange bed or camping can increase the probability
of going lucid.
Source: Wilbraham, MA
Editor: I take a sort of perverse pleasure in disliking Stephen LaBerge.
There really isn't a good reason, I just enjoy disliking him. Still, I have
always wondered about his devices and I am very happy to have a reader report
on one of them. There is one thing I didn't understand though. You said
"9 times out of 10". My understanding is that REM occurs many times a night.
Does that mean the device triggers dreaming every night? If not, then the
count must be more like 999 times out of 1000. I think some pebbles from
the river would work better and you wouldn't owe Stephen a debt of gratitude.
Yikes, was that fun!
The last four years I have been experiencing in my dreams, a force that
I found to be completely terrifying.
Inevitably I would wake up sweating and checking to see if I was still alive,
barely escaping the pull of what I call "THE ENERGY"... About three months
ago I met with "the energy" again, I decided to not wake up, but to meet
the challenge of finding out what this was all about.
My body took on this sensation of being overpowered by this force that felt
like a combination of an electric current and 60 mph winds passing continuously
through my body. Then these arms came out of the headboard of my bed. They
were large hairy arms, like a guerrilla's, and they began to throw me from
one end of the bed to the other. I had the feeling I was totally at the
mercy of whatever this was, but I wasn't afraid even though I had no control
of the situation. I awoke with the most exhilarating feeling I've had in
Then about a week later I met with "the energy" again. The same sequence
started again. I laid in bed asleep, then this "current" began taking over
my body. This time my body started convulsing by itself, involuntarily.
Soon I found myself flopping on the floor next to my bed like a fish out
of water; from my back to my stomach my head and feet changing places. Then
in the next instant I was looking at myself sleeping in my usually "mock"
fetus position. Then I would be back on the floor with the same convulsionary
Once again I was in bed, only this time I was just outside my body witnessing
the body from the floor merging with the body sleeping. At that instant
I felt that the body with "the energy" moving through it was the dreaming
I willed the dreaming body to leave the sleeping body and I witnessed the
dreaming body lift up and look down at my sleeping body. I tried to will
myself to rise to the ceiling, but I could only get myself to rise a couple
of feet out of my sleeping body. Then I went back to my body and lay there
feeling that incredible force going through me.
I remember saying to myself, I'm having a "Lucid Dream", willing the intention
to see my hands. They unbelievably appeared. They looked like my hands only
for a second, then my fingers turned black and each finger was about a foot
long and looked like lobster claws. I was looking at these huge, "crusty"-feeling
black claw hands, fanning the left hand in front of the right hand, the
right hand in front of the left hand. After this display I became so excited
that I woke up, and I truly felt a sense of being so relaxed, but so aware
at the same time...
Source: Laytonville, CA
Editor: After this hair-raising episode, this reader says it went to his
head and the result was no more experiences. He's waiting for more fun.
I'd like to add that images like the hairy guerrilla's arms are surprisingly
common. I believe that our own interpreting mechanisms come up with these
things when faced with unexplainable input. This is where recapitulating
and reading Carlos' clan's books can help. The recapitulating reduces the
tension of the interpretations and the books help us to come up with new
explanations. Otherwise we are left with the Boogeyman.
... On many occasions I have experienced dreams where I stated things like
"well, this is just a dream, so I'll..." but it was part of the dream, as
opposed to an actual bridging of waking consciousness into the dream. These
serve as a true frustration for me upon remembering them the next morning...
Source: Wilbraham, MA
Nagualist Newsletter and Open Forum /
2 Aug. /Sept. 1994