Dreaming experiences Part 1

My father introduced me to Carlos when I was 10. I am now 28. I think I have lived through some very interesting times, though this path feels like crawling through the dark to live only 1/100th of any new practitioner actually lived through a good push of his/her assemblage point in day one from a real sorcerer, I find it rather amusing. Or maybe it is just that I cannot live in any other way. Maybe more on that later.

I always feel like I have so much to share about world and everytime I think about this, I will go through Dans posts and gladly halt, because then I realize I actually don't have anything really new or useful to share.

Regardless, as we are all children in the dark, why not. The community Carlos created is so delusional since his passing that I am scaffolded that we somehow still got "real not pretenders" out there looking out for this community. I created this account on Reddit, more than 4 years ago because this is the only place where I read anything that is actually related to what I call "real sorcery", whatever that may mean, be my guest.

I know Don Juan always disregarded keeping a dream journal to avoid obsessive and egomaniacal behaviours, but at least for me, the warriors path has been one of monumental efforts for "small" victories (in contrast to the books). So maybe, just maybe, sharing these experiences, though contamined by our own different tonals, can still be of use if properly stripped...if not, feel free to delete these posts since keeping this community sane should be important.

Nothing came easy for me in this path, and dreaming also didn't (and maybe, after all these years, maybe I'm just dreaming ordinary dreams and thinking that I actually did something of value...who knows, you be the judge, don't want to try to prove anything) and so when I started to attempt to "dream", I was around 15 years old. I had read the books and had had some crazy experiences while awake but nothing mind blowing. I was always a computer addict, since I can remember. At this time, dreaming appeared to be simply impossible. I just couldn't do it. After around a month, I told my father I would not use the computer unless I started dreaming. Coincidence or not, the computer 'broke' in the very same week. Can't really recall what was wrong with it, but I remember never even reaching the BIOS (booting stage). I reckoned that would be a very good opportunity to only take it to be fixed whenever I had my first dream. Two days later I first found my hands in my dreams. The next day, I tried to turn the computer on to report what was wrong to the technician who was going to fix it and I shit you not, the computer came back to life. Anyhow, I will spare you the details of my first experiences, but after 15 years 'dreaming' pretty much 3x a week (yeah I know its not much) I maybe got some interesting results. Here is the first one that could be potentially interesting from my "journal", gosh I hate that I did this (journal), but for some reason I feel like these dreams might be one of the only real achievements of my life (coupled with a couple others while awake during my everyday life) and if they mean nothing, so be it. A short one and if there is something useful or real I can maybe post more:

At this specific entry, I was still pretty new to dreaming (maybe practicing for 2-5 years or something) and therefore hadn't really crossed the 2nd gate. (That is, if these dreams I have are even 'real' and if I actually even reached any gate lol, but 15 years in and apparently I am still stuck in the 3rd one)

"I reminded myself about my hands while walking in a very darkish town square at night. (My dream happened during the day, so yep, first red flag right here) I looked at my hands and they were very detailed, bright and vivid and as far as I am concerned pretty much identical to my real ones. I focused on them, then I focused on a bench nearby, then in a tree, then in a woman walking towards me, then in an old building at the background, then back at my hands. Except for the woman that disappeared, everything remained the same and I had that euphoric belly feeling that I only get during 'lucid dreaming'. While shifting my focus between my hands and the simple objects right in front of me, I noticed a dog that wasn't in the scene before. It was a dog that I had from my early childhood. It layed down and showed me its belly, and my dream focus was completely absorbed by that, I could no longer bring my hands to focus even though I clearly remember wanting to. I observed all the little nitty details of the dogs belly, it had that pinkish coloration with small black patches, very interesting. My body shook when I felt something 'touch' me physically. In a second everything went into perspective and I was in my bed sitting upright (though I went to sleep lying down as usual) looking down at my hands. What I thought was the belly of a dog, was actually the complicated position my arms were stretched in my field of vision. I quickly realized that what woke me up was my own drool. I was drooling a lot and a little ended up in one of arms which woke me up. I was able to look to the wall of my bedroom which was white, I saw hundreds of different colored hexagons covering the wall. I felt like whatever was happening was ending, but the feeling was so amazing that I did not wanted it to end, so my reaction was to close my eyes again. Immediately I saw a gigantic blue egg of energy moving away (shrinking) I tried to reach it but couldn't. I woke up with that buzzy and very pleasant feeling I always get when I wake up from lucid dreams (no matter how horrible the content is sometimes). I woke up still sitting up straight with my head on the wall nearing the bed. My drool was sticky all over my arms and my bed was still wet from it"