(Thursday, November 9, 2017) third quarter moon Leo / tarot Spider Grandmother
I dream I am awakening from slumber, nestled in the thick, soft comforter of my king-sized bed. My consciousness rises almost like a fish swimming from the depths of the ocean. When I reach the awakened state, I notice that my body is not breathing. I don’t feel deprived of oxygen. Am I dreaming of a form of sleep paralysis? My lungs do not expand and contract. No oxygen flows through my mouth. The colors in my bedroom are an extremely neutral grey. I grab my cell phone to check the time: the screen is blank, full of static noise. Time is not visible. Is this the bardo state? I am my spirit body, not my physical body. More and more, I have the sense of experiencing dreamtime in my spirit body. Companions in my dreams are often spirits too.
Very interesting. It feels like taking lucidity to a whole new level.
Ryan Hurd has a name for this. I am more and more conscious of spirit bodies in dreams. That has to be the basic definition of lucidity, is my guess.