Embark on a lucid dreaming journey with a soothing guided sleep meditation.
You are listening to Lucid Dreaming in the Cloud Sanctuary.
If you wish to unlock the gateways to your dreams,
Ascending above earthly concerns,
As you drift through an infinite luminous sky of your own creation,
Then you are in the right place.
Tonight,
As I guide us through mindful visualizations,
Venture to a celestial sanctuary high above a cloud forest,
A timeless haven,
Where dreamers come to learn the art of the lucid dream.
Let the gentle waves of my voice carry you into profound tranquility as you prepare for a night of lucid dreaming.
With each listen,
You will find it becomes easier to take the helm of your dreams and steer them wherever your imagination yearns to go.
So get as comfortable as you can,
As your imagination helps you paint the blank canvas of your mind,
The silver light and open sky.
It's time to dream away.
Welcome to Michelle's Meditation Sanctuary.
I'm Michelle and I'm here to guide you down the path to peaceful sleep.
You deserve to have the most blissful experience every night as you separate from the outside world and slip into the sanctuary of your room and mind.
In your dreaming life,
Anything is possible.
So use this time to cultivate experiences that you most deeply yearn for.
As we proceed,
I invite you to surrender to the natural flow of each breath,
Each word,
And each moment.
You are in control here.
You are the boss.
There are no rules,
No pressure,
No judgment.
Expand your mind and find comfort as you explore new parts of yourself.
Escape the routine and the ordinary to explore something sublime.
Everyone has different needs,
So feel free to adapt this experience to what works best for you right now.
You are the expert on yourself.
Trust that infinitely and feel free to fall asleep at any point.
My words will soothe and guide you even in slumber.
Your mind may wander,
As minds have a wonderful habit of doing,
And you may guide it gently back or simply float in the quiet spaces between my words,
Led always by what feels good.
Tonight,
We are going somewhere extraordinary.
Above the weather.
Above the ordinary sky.
Into the luminous,
Cloud-threaded world that waits just beyond the reach of a waking mind.
A place where the air is silver and still.
Where the ground beneath you is softer than anything you have ever touched.
And where the sky responds to the language of your breath.
You are going to lucid dream.
And it begins right now.
With a single,
Natural,
Unhurried inhale.
Turn your attention gently inward.
Notice your breath.
Not to change it yet,
But simply to acknowledge it.
It has been with you all day.
Faithful and quiet.
Now let it become something more.
A light that may guide you on this journey.
You will use the breath as a doorway.
Each inhale will carry two words into your body.
Reaching all the way down into your belly.
Your chest.
Each exhale will carry one word out.
A release.
A declaration.
When you are ready,
Join a slow,
Full breath.
Feel the air expand your lungs.
As you inhale,
Hold the words I feel.
As you exhale,
Let them open something spacious inside you.
And as you exhale,
Let the word rise from within you.
Weightless.
I feel weightless.
Take your time.
Breathe again when your body asks for it.
I feel.
Exhale.
Weightless.
Let the word do its work.
Your muscles begin to believe it.
Your shoulders.
Your neck.
The small,
Persistent tension behind your eyes.
All of it.
Thinning.
Lifting.
Drifting.
Once more,
Breathe in.
I feel.
And out in a long sigh.
Weightless.
You may even add a yawn here,
If one comes naturally.
A sweet,
Sleepy yawn.
The body's own signal that it is ready to let go.
Return your breath now to its own rhythm.
Easy and slow,
Notice how the body has already begun to soften.
In response to those simple words.
There is no limit to how comfortable you may feel in this moment.
Take it all in.
Now let your awareness settle onto the surface beneath you.
Your bed.
Your couch.
Wherever you are resting.
The supportive structure becomes something else.
It transforms into a platform of soft,
Pearly lavender.
Light,
Cool,
And luminous.
It holds you perfectly,
Molding itself to the contours of your body.
Supporting every inch of you without effort.
And the space behind your eyelids,
The inner sky of your mind,
Begins to shift.
The blank canvas softens.
A deep indigo twilight washes in from the edges,
Like drops of color that slowly bloom and expand through a body of still,
Crystal clear water.
The color deepens slowly,
Peacefully.
Tiny pinpricks of light emerge in that interior darkness.
Faint.
Beautiful.
You are not asleep,
But not quite awake.
You are in the inspiring,
Effortless,
In-between.
The ethereal threshold.
And it is exactly where you want to be.
The luminous platform beneath you rises.
And you calmly come along with it.
Ascending with the intention of embracing this lightness.
Drawing it inward as you enter a new world.
Weightless as your breath promised you would be.
You gently arrive at the base of something vast and breathtaking.
Before you stretches a forest,
Unlike any you have walked through in waking life.
No trees grow here.
Only endless heavenly pillars rise.
Towering columns of vapor.
That reach toward the atmosphere with soft luminescence.
Each pillar is a shade of pearly lilac,
Silvery white,
And the palest powdery blue.
They stand as tall as canyon walls,
As wide as ancient trees.
They dance with vitality,
Slow,
Slow,
Slow,
Slow,
Slow,
Slow,
Slow,
Slow,
Slow,
Slow,
Slowly shifting.
Curling at their edges.
Breathing to meet your breath.
You step forward into the cloud forest.
And immediately the world changes around you.
The sound.
Notice it at first.
The world has grown hushed.
It's muffled in the manner of a snowfall or the heart of a deep,
Coastal fog.
The atmosphere absorbs everything ordinary.
All you can hear is the faint,
Velvet hush of air moving around the pillars.
A sound like something between a sigh and a whisper.
Your heartbeat quiets here.
Your thoughts as well.
Your feet find the ground.
The sensation beneath them is soft as moss,
But cool,
Slightly yielding.
Like the top layer of the very densest cloud.
Every step brings a certain playful buoyancy.
Each footfall releases a small puff of vapor.
A gentle exhale from this cloud sanctuary.
Your bare feet sink in just slightly before the surface catches you.
And the feeling evokes trust.
Trust as if being held.
The air against your skin is cool and clean and sharp with something electric.
It's the way the atmosphere smells just after a summer storm.
Full of petrichor.
It fills your lungs more completely.
Each breath reaches new depths,
Purifying as it goes.
You breathe it in again on purpose,
Slowly,
Feeling it move through you.
Clearing out things that do not serve your sense of lightness.
Every cell of your being responds to this safe and dreamy environment with gratitude.
Reach your hands out as you walk.
The vapor pillars are close enough to brush with your fingertips.
Let one finger trail through the edge of a column and feel it.
It's so gentle,
Impossibly delicate.
The mist closes around your hand like something gentle and alive.
Your touch leaves a brief disturbance in the column.
A swirl that slowly smooths itself back into stillness.
You are here.
You are present.
And you feel welcome here.
You peer up slowly with curiosity.
The tops of the vapor pillars disappear into a ceiling of cloud that moves slowly above you.
And through its thin places,
You can see something.
A brightness.
A silver glow.
Something wide and luminous,
Waiting just beyond.
This opening waits for you.
Your intention is all that is needed.
In the heart of the cloud forest.
With your silent permission.
The ground beneath you begins to rise,
Gently,
The way a slow wave crests and cascades down onto the powdery sand of a remote island.
You ascend,
Carried upward,
And something soft as cotton,
Smooth as silk.
Each new layer of cloud you pass through is cooler and quieter than the last.
And the light grows a touch brighter as the colors deepen.
Count with me as you rise.
Each number carries you deeper into the dream state,
Even as your body lifts higher.
1.
The vapor forest below you is still visible.
You are still close.
Still tethered to the earth.
2.
The mist thickens slightly,
Enveloping your ankles and calves.
It's cool and gauzy,
And your body moves through it with perfect ease.
3.
You rise through a layer that smells of rain and open sky.
Your breathing slows even further.
4.
A softness around your arms and shoulders.
5.
The cloud here is dense and textured,
Like the finest cloth ever woven.
Warm and cool at once.
Enveloping.
Safe.
6.
The ceiling is very close now.
A thin halo of cloud,
Pearl bright and translucent,
Vibrating slightly above you.
7.
Through it,
You can sense,
Rather than see,
The enormous sky waiting beyond.
8.
You press through.
9.
There is a momentary sensation of cool moisture against your face,
Your lips,
The ridge of your nose,
And then… 10.
7.
You break through,
And the world opens.
You are above the weather now,
And beneath you stretches a silvery lavender sea.
11.
The cloud expanse rolls out in every direction,
As far as the eye can travel.
A vast,
Undulating plane of opal and pearly periwinkle.
12.
Lit from beneath by the memory of cities and stars you cannot see.
And lit from above by a sky so dense with stars,
That the darkness between them seems incidental.
The Milky Way arcs overhead.
You hover above it,
And it is so still,
So frozen in time,
And wide and clear.
8.
You rise a little higher,
Enough to take in the full horizon.
The edges of the cloud sea are lit in a faint violet,
Where they meet the infinite dark.
9.
The stars hold steady,
Precise and brilliant.
Their light is all the encouragement you need.
10.
You settle into a slow drift,
Neither rising nor falling.
11.
The air supports you completely.
Your arms float slightly from your sides.
Your body knows it does not need to do anything.
It simply is.
It simply belongs to the sky.
You are here in the cloud sanctuary.
For a moment,
Allow yourself to occupy both positions at once.
12.
You are the dreamer,
Floating in the open sky above the silvery lavender sea,
Feeling the cool air beneath your palms.
And you are also the observer,
Watching from somewhere gently removed,
Seeing yourself drifting against that tapestry of stars,
Small and luminous and completely free.
13.
Move between those vantage points as if playing a game,
Noticing how easy it is to change your perspective.
Draw close and feel the cold air against your skin.
14.
Draw back and see yourself.
A small,
Calm,
Floating figure in the middle of all that beauty.
15.
This is the same skill you will use in every lucid dream.
The ability to be both in and above the experience,
All at once.
16.
Practice it here,
Where everything is safe and luminous and yours.
17.
You begin to perceive something in the distance,
A dreamy place made from the shifting substance of the sky.
As you drift closer,
It takes on detail and form.
18.
A pavilion,
An open nest,
Woven from moonlit threads.
Curved walls glow from within.
A roof made of the same translucent clouds.
You broke through on your ascent,
Rippling softly in a delicate breeze.
This is the dreaming nest.
It has been waiting for your arrival.
19.
You descend toward it slowly,
Drawn by warmth rather than gravity.
The pavilion sits on a wide,
Flat shelf of cloud.
That gives slightly underfoot when you land.
Soft as a meadow of forget-me-nots.
As a bed made entirely for you.
Pillars of moon-woven light stand at the four corners.
And between them,
The walls are open.
There are no barriers here.
Only the hint of a tranquil shelter.
The feeling of enclosure without confinement.
20.
Drift inside.
The air here is warmer.
And there is a faint scent.
Something between clean linen and rain on warm stone.
Something you cannot quite name but recognize immediately.
The smell of a place you have been before in a dream.
Your nervous system responds to it.
21.
With a particular relaxation that comes from arriving home.
In the center of the nest,
There is light emanating from the cloud floor beneath you.
22.
You can feel it through the soles of your feet.
It is warm.
Rhythmic.
Steady.
Sit with it for a moment.
Take it in.
Now,
Hold your hands out in front of you and rub your palms together.
Slowly at first.
Then a little faster.
Feel the sensation.
The friction.
The warmth building between your hands.
The particular texture of your own skin.
This is your grounding element.
Whenever you feel a lucid dream.
A dream beginning to fade or blur.
You return to this.
Rubbing your hands together.
Feeling the warm,
Brushed velvet sensation of the dream.
Confirming itself beneath your touch.
The dream sharpens when you do this.
The colors deepen.
The air becomes more present.
You are lucid.
You know that you are dreaming.
And you remain inside it.
Look up through the translucent roof of the pavilion.
Through its rippling membrane.
To the star-drenched sky above.
Now exhale.
Slowly.
With intention.
And watch what happens.
Your breath rises through the roof and touches the sky.
And the sky responds.
A slew gradient of color.
Begins to move through the darkness above you.
Deep violet pooling at the edges.
A warm amber spreading near the horizon.
Then the sudden streak of a Hawaiian sunset orange and magenta.
Joyful,
Rich,
And entirely yours.
Try another color.
Imagine it at first.
Feel it before you breathe it.
A particular shade of coral.
Or maybe an electric blue.
Or the exact green of a shallow lagoon.
Exhale and watch the sky become it.
This is your workshop.
You are the painter and the canvas simultaneously.
You are the artistic director.
The sky above you has no preference.
It only has responsiveness.
It waits for your next breath.
The way a perfectly tuned instrument waits for the next note.
Play with these colors and designs.
Get lost in the mesmerizing dance of light.
Now let the colors settle into something that pleases you.
A sky you want to dream inside.
Perhaps it is deep indigo with rivers of violet.
Perhaps it is the muted gold of early morning.
Let the sky become whatever hue calls to your spirit right now.
And feel how that color wraps around the pavilion.
Fills the air inside it.
Touches your skin with its particular warmth or coolness.
This is yours.
You made it.
And everything in this dream responds to you with the same willingness.
The lucid dream world begins to expand beyond the pavilion.
You can feel it extending in all directions.
Not quite visible yet,
But present.
The way a concert hall feels full,
Even in the dark.
You are the architect of this expansion.
The world grows as you give it your attention.
What is beyond the far edge of this cloud plateau?
Castles in the clouds catching starlight.
A coastline where the clouds become waves.
You don't need to decide fully.
Simply let the question open and notice what your imagination offers you in response.
Trust it.
Whatever it gives you is exactly right.
You feel yourself being drawn back to a place for deep rest.
There is a bed here.
A nest within the nest.
The softest cumulus vapor.
Woven into the shape of a mattress.
Of pillows.
Of the kind of blanket that seems to exist only in the most welcome dreams.
The temperature is perfect and you do not have to arrange yourself in this bed.
You simply settle and it receives you.
Your waking body is safe and resting.
The cells of your physical form are standing down.
Repairing themselves.
Doing their quiet work of restoration.
Meanwhile here,
In this woven moonlight nest,
Your imagination is awake.
Alive and gloriously free.
Feel the cumulus softness beneath you.
It heals to your weight and gently rises to meet you.
So that you are held rather than lying on.
Supported from every direction at once.
And with each breath in and out,
Your breath deepening in response to this absolute comfort.
You drift a fraction further into the dream.
Symbols may begin to appear now.
Dreams speak in a language that bypasses ordinary thinking.
A language of images and feelings.
That the deep mind understands.
Immediately.
Every dream cleanses your mind.
Making space for healing.
If something appears that you want to know better,
Let your attention rest on it softly.
Ask it a question without words.
Simply wonder.
The dream will answer in its own way.
In its own time.
Your awareness continues to expand and soften bit by bit.
More awakened to the details of this world you create.
More released from the grip of any thought that would pull you elsewhere.
Both things at once.
Lucid and drifting.
Present and free.
Throughout the night,
You may pass through many dreams.
Each one is a practice.
A playground.
An invitation.
You need not hold tightly to any of them.
Let them come.
And let them move through you.
And let your subconscious mind lead you.
From one to the next.
You are the traveler and the landscape.
The dreamer and the dream.
Before you go fully,
Let these words settle into you.
Like seeds finding soil.
Say them softly to yourself or simply receive them.
I am able to lucid dream.
I create my own sky.
I am safe in my sanctuary.
I feel at home wherever my imagination brings me.
I easily move from dream to dream.
Always guided by what feels true.
I welcome the quiet and the deep rest of this dreaming space.
The architect of this world.
And what I build here is good.
I lucid dream at will.
I am able to lucid dream.
The narration grows quieter now.
The spaces between words widen.
Long and soft as the cloud sea.
You no longer need my voice to carry you.
You are already where you are going.
Drift with your own breath.
Follow what calls to you in the dark behind your eyelids.
Your sky is wide open.
The night is full of doors.
And every one of them belongs to you.
Finding grace.
Finding your next lucid dream.
It's time to dream away.
