Meeting Spirit Guides in Lucid Dreams
I have to admit that when I first heard about spirit guides I was skeptical about them: A committee of people with me all the time? Giving advice? Looking out for me? Some of whom might be my passed-on relatives? Have you met my family? Did you know scary the older ones were? But, as has become my habit nowadays, I accepted the info without making up my mind, and found clues and more evidence stacking up in the “maybe true” column than the “maybe false” column as time passed. There were inexplicable knowings I had: that there were at least four of them, and that none of them were relatives. And their sense of humour? Cerebral, geeky and rather male. I realised in the past week that it took me over a year to get one of their jokes–first pulled on me during a lucid dream, in fact. (I hope for your sake that yours are less mischievous!)
The idea of using a lucid dream to meet the guides first came from a web page by a lucid dreamer, whose guides arrived in a van and introduced themselves when they were called. The lucid dream method was something I felt I could try, having more clear experiences in lucid dreams than meditations. But instead of arriving in a van like the other person’s guides (ahem), my lucid dream faded to black, and the only thing I could see was the flashing of a long series of cover art from a book series of my teenage obsession. Painted character after painted character appeared, and I was puzzled and annoyed–these were paintings. Where were my guides? I repeated my request, and as if with a shrug, the slide show ceased. I found myself in a dimly-lit room without windows, lined with wall-shelves and filled with what looked like all the Dungeons & Dragons books and games that had ever been published. Gamer geek heaven, if I was still into that stuff, which I wasn’t really, so I fizzled in disappointment and confusion. The guys in the room, who reminded me of the Lone Gunmen from the old X-Files series, weren’t exactly jumping in joy at my arrival, but gave me respectful nods. The person in the room I wound up having a conversation with was someone who looked like a dear friend who had just passed to the other side.
When I woke up and told selected friends about this dream, they opined that my guides seemed to have a sense of humour, presenting them as reclusive geeks in a basement. I was less amused. But, as I said, I took a loooooong time for me to get their first joke: The slide show with the book covers. There had been a good reason for it: The characters had been cropped from Dragonlance cover art, and flashed at me one after the other, because in the books, those same characters had been called… (wait for it….) “the Companions”.
You cannot know how hard I groaned when I finally figured it out this past week. I had long forgotten that detail. What a way for my guides to introduce themselves, eh? What a horrible sense of humour. (And yes, I know they’re reading this. I asked in the latest dream if they read and know everything that I read and know. They do.)
After the first meeting, I learned to trust them. It just felt good to acknowledge them before jumping into sleep every night, or to say “surprise me!” before jumping into new places in lucid dreaming, trusting that whatever situation I wound up in was within us all to handle. I can’t imagine now any other way of doing things, in dream time or real life. And as much as I tease, their jokes are rather funny.
Another example: I had once typed in a forum post that it would be nice to get syllabi, grades and reports on our spiritual progress from our guides, especially in times of great challenges. It would the best favour to know what we still had to learn and master, and how we were doing so far. Well, in my lucid dream that same week, I was handed notes, syllabus and a test. In the dream, however, it was too hard to read all that text, and I put it away so that I could “read it later”. In other words I got what I wished for, but it obviously didn’t work.
I’m sure my guides were ridiculously proud of that one. Their humour has become part of the way I identify them. I don’t want to trust any beings who don’t know how to make me laugh!
My latest lucid dream was short, and one I used to meet my guides again. It was, alas, close to my weekday morning wake-up call, something I was aware of in the dream, so I was firing questions at a mile a minute, faster than they could answer. Why did they look different? How long had they been with me this life? Had there been changes in the team since the last I saw then? And so on. They’re still very bloke-ish and on the reserved side, but answered what they could, and we can still communicate outside of lucid dreams; I’m just inclined to check the answers again and again.
So if you’re a lucid dreamer looking for good company, you can’t really go wrong with your own spirit guides. Do note your team of guides can include Ascended Masters, who may or may not appear in your dream, and guides can change. In my experience, others can also turn up for the meeting, but you can trust that they’re there for a reason, even if those reasons are not obvious immediately.
Just like my guides’ jokes.