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Last night I rediscovered my original passion for dreaming. I finally reproduced a set of circumstances which allow me to have dream after dream after dream in a very short period of time.
I have been experimenting with a kind of mindfulness which will allow me to drift off / put myself to sleep while remaining as conscious as was naturally feasible. I didn’t want to force a state of mind either. I know about watching for geometric patterns, breathing, temperature biofeedback and such, but I wanted to do this without forcing it.
For a long while, I’ve been playing with a fevered state while sleeping.. call it a variation on Temperature biofeedback, except it’s a bit more ‘physical’ in that I’m doing subtle muscle tensing. This state somehow led to some very comfortable dreams, possibly due to the fever.
I also had been experimenting with breaking my sleep somewhere at the two-thirds point, having heard that such an action leads to a greater ability to enter into a lucid-dreaming state. I played with this for a while.. setting an alarm and whatnot.
Eventually I learned to wake up after a certain time.. a comfortable five hours in.
This one time, the time which prompted me to write here.. was when I awoke and began pacing. In such a state, I think fluidly and converse at length within my head. I decided that for once I would write what I was thinking. This led me to enter into a passionate Zuihitsu-mindset. I wrote True Discipline from a politely lucid state.
I wrote while wearing just a thin pair of slacks, and shivered in my basement as I hacked-away. I shivered so wretchedly that I upset my insides and was forced to take a break. The warmth of the upstairs of my house was welcomed, and I began to appreciate the idea of “dousing”. Perhaps this will become my variation of it.
I stumbled back downstairs and continued.. body warmed, but with numb and somehow sore legs. I wrote and wrote.. and it may seem here like a lot, and there like a little.. but it took a lot of mulling and expression to explain what I was thinking.
I then crawled back into my now-frosty bed. I tried to apply some temperature biofeedback Kung Fu to warm my feet, but in time I failed, and curled myself up until I was comfortable.
The dreams I had were intense, and I politely declined lucidity on a few occasions. I had so many varying dreams that I was boggled even while dreaming. Sitting watching these dreams I wondered at how much time had passed. I worried about enjoying myself too much and sleeping in. Several times I checked my eyes and noted no change in the light filtering through my lids.
I felt comforted in that I had experienced this on other similar occasions.. my sense of time being broken on my second-sleep. It was freeing.
I woke, having had a total of eight hours of “bedtime” in my two sleep periods. I rejoiced in how productive and relaxing my evening had been. No moment was wasted. I went to sleep fevered, and woke up with a stiff and well-worked body and an elated mind. I committed some of my thoughts and went back to bed. I tried to enact some layer of discipline only to give up and still somehow gained the vivid dreaming benefits I dearly coveted.
All of it without effort and without practice. All instinctive and all rewarding. Score.
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