In his further experiments with remote viewing, he learned "lucid dreaming," or the ability to become consciously active in dreams. When this happens, one is able to control the dream - fly, swim under the ocean, whatever the heart desires, but in a dream that is more like reality than normal imagination. Having mastered that, he began doing remote viewing experiments from the dream. In the protocol originally set up, an envelope would have a randomly selected target in a sealed envelope (originally, to counter claims of fraud) that would be opened after the remote viewing was done. The same was done in lucid dreaming, the control, or person being out of the dreaming, given a signal by Joe from his dreaming state when he had achieved conscious will in his dream. Joe was then to go to the site in the envelope, then wake up and describe the location, where the envelope would be opened for verification. We learn from him later in the book that he found that he could do remote viewing from any conscious state well before the target was randomly selected, as "viewing" occupied a place - and I use that term loosely - that is beyond space and time, but that is another story. In this one, the remote viewing worked well in the dream world. But soon he found there was a problem.
In what to me is frightening, he would wake up and talk to the controller, who might open up the envelope - or not. He might say, "Joe, wake up!" The first time this happened, he found that he had not really woken up - that he had instead woke into another dream where he thought he was awake. But with more time spent in lucid dreaming, he often could not determine for some time if he was awake or not. In fact, he began to wake up and live his life, sometimes for 'hours,' (not our hours) before something would trigger the idea that he was still dreaming. In time, this would make him wake up again, as he understood it, only to find hours later that he had STILL not woken up. Thus he was beginning to dream a dream within a dream and so on, whose possibility for infinite regression was raised. He stopped doing the experiments. Good call.
But imagine - there is a possibility that any number of us are caught in a dream regression that we do not realize. The questions raised are endless - if I see you in that dream that I think is real, will you really exist? If not, might I not really be the god of the world I am currently experiencing? In lucid dreaming, one can become like superman - could one of us become like superman in this, which might well be a shared dream? Is this a shared dream, then, one from which we will awaken after a believed death - or is it one which will continue as a believed but unreal "wake up" after our dreamed death?
Yes, it is the stuff of a stoned conversation, but it is not based on a mere possibility. This man was caught in a receding dream world, in a reality whose time ran by entirely different standards, as dream time does. Could he not have lived out many lives before he actually woke up? And what, after such an experience, would be the difference to him between real life and dream life? We are told by some that we can rise above standard physics to do some remarkable things, and there is proof of it (such as remote viewing). Is this the tip of the "dream" ice berg? Is life much more like a dream than we think?
It has always been my assumption that this life is a shallow snippet of total reality, false in its presentation not because it is unreal, but because it is incomplete. Could it be so incomplete that it is nothing more than a shade of consciousness, only a mirror of a snippet of reality?
It is immaterial to me, as I can not rise above our world's physics, at least for practical, non-consciousness matters. But I also see the possibility of hell here - would not an infinite regression be akin to a sort of hell, a place without escape? Within infinite time, the mistake would be figured out, but what an awful time in the mean time, for after a while we would feel the sense of being trapped. Sometimes, I must confess, reincarnation gives me that same feeling of entrapment. But in the beauty of a day like today, I feel this cannot be a dream or a trap. Rather, it is the semblance, the first glimmerings of a greater glory that lies within, or above, or however we wish to imagine it. It is real, but only a little bit real - the beginnings or first semblance of total reality. Or so I imagine. FK