Until I actually had a Lucid Dream I would not have been in a position to explain the difference between a standard dream and a lucid one. In fact it is no easy task and words fail to capture the true richness and subtle nuance of this phenomena. Actually, it is a little like trying to explain the intense experience of giving birth to someone who has not done so themselves. Words simply and rather irritatingly become inadequate.

I have read that in a lucid dream a person is able to direct the action but in my experience, to date, this has not really been the case. I feel that this is probably because I am still a relative noob to all this veiled activity.

For me a lucid dream is like an energetic shock whereby, whilst still in a sleep state, I become suddenly conscious of the dream and hyper alert. I am able to have a simple yet coherent dialogue.

(In an ordinary dream the narrative kinda just chunters on, mindlessly, with me viewing the action in a woolly, non-engaged, state).

Until last night my lucid dreams were short, sweet and succinct with a distinct message.

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In the early hours of yesterday morning things got rather messy as a recurring dream of mine was suddenly piggy backed by a visit from spirit. This caused me to be confused and less sure of what I was experiencing. I found myself to be both alert and woolly and, although I intuitively felt that the dream I was having was lucid, this led me to doubt my interpretation.

Mary, my spirit guide, later confirmed that the dream was lucid and I had indeed been visited by my Mum and best mate, The Man That Can - Nick.

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The non-lucid version of the recurring dream finds me bumbling around in a large fleamarket kinda store with racks of old clothes and garments piled high, shelves groaning with treasures hidden amongst everyday bric a brac and general household detritus.

I like this dream and always enjoy my visits.

Last night, seemingly out of nowhere, my Mum and Nick suddenly popped up!

And surely grabbed my attention.

Seeing them together was incongruous, in life they never actually met. Also this was a recurring nonsense dream where I did not expect to encounter spirit.

It felt really great to be with them both although I was aware that I was chatting more to Nick and neglecting my Mum. This has left me feeling bad, and sad. I wonder why I did this? I have so longed to see and chat with Mum over the last months.

Nick gave me a gift of a hollow glass fish which, like a helium balloon, floated above head height attached to a string. It was yellow, or was it green? And was about the size of an actual human head. He was amused as the fish hung limp in my grasp despite his best efforts to show me how to make it fly! There was a knack to snapping the string forcibly which jolted the fish up high.

Finally I managed to master the art of said fish flying and he bellowed raucous laughter.

Mum stood apart, as Nick kissed me on the cheek. I noticed that she was uncomfortable.

Then I was alone with Mum asking her;

“Will my book be successful Mum?”

I recall looking deep into her eyes, fixed as she answered something non-committal along the lines of;

“Well, if it isn’t you’ll have something to read!”

We hugged and then I saw her standing in front of me a little distance away. Slowly she diminished in size telling me;

“I have to go now Linda.”

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I woke up frustrated that in my woolly state I had been unable to express myself coherently.

I have so much I wish to speak with my dear Mum about but in this encounter words simply eluded me.

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This lucid dream/visit was beautiful but Ieft me a little discombobulated.

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Spirit surely does work in mysterious ways.

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With Love.

xox

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