Have you ever tried to meditate in a lucid dream? I tried it
out several times already and I every time I am fascinated by the effect it
has. So let me tell you about some interesting sleeping meditation session I
had.
Dreaming of Meditation #1:
I remember vividly this first time I tried out to sit down
in a meditation posture while dreaming. I became aware that I was dreaming. And
instead of pursuing some fun activities, I remembered my goal of wanting to
meditate. So I quickly did some exercises to ground myself in the dream and
make it more stable and vivid. Looking at my hands from both sides – check.
Screaming something out loud – check. Listen to the sound of my hands clapping
– check. Feeling my whole dream body – check. Smelling something – no check.
Doesn’t matter, I sit down and close my eyes.
Where there has just been a dream there is now only
darkness. I feel my breath with a very deep focus. Automatically a question
pops up in my mind. What the fuck am I? What is this miracle I call universe,
existence, creation or god…
I hear someone answering that I feel is not me. This voice
seems to control also what images arise behind my closed dream eyes. I see the
universe in it’s superstructure. Quickly my view zooms into that image.
Galaxies fly by. Galaxy-level. Stars fly by. Solar-system-level. I see the
earth, I see where I live, my house and then right into my dreaming body. The
voice says: you are it, you are the whole of creation.
I wake up in awe and fascination.
Dreaming of Meditation #2:
This other dreaming meditation-session I remember does not
serve as such a good story as the first one. But it felt equally as meaningful.
It started out similar. I stabilized the dream and got into a meditative
posture. I quickly found myself being out in space again. Slowly drifting by a
beautiful, detailed, crispy clear planet.
But then I got shocked by a force pulling me back and out of
this scenario. It pulled me away further and further and I could not see where
it was taking me. But then the feeling of backwards acceleration stopped and I
found myself pulled back so far that nothing remained. Emptiness surrounded me
and everything was calm again. I do not know for how long I rested in this pure
awareness. It was completely empty of any thought.
I perceived this as a kind of forced silence. No one
prepared me for being stripped of all existence. All memories gone. Just a
slight sense of who I was remained. So I would not call this a clear light
dream. But maybe something similar. Or not at all.