Appeared as “Dream Speak: An Interview
with Beverly (Kedzierski Heart) D’Urso: A Lucid Dreamer” - Part
One, Two and Three", The Lucid Dream Exchange, Numbers 29, 30,
and 31, 2003 - 2004.
I grew up in a small suburb of Chicago, the only child of a
lower-middle class family. I was very close to my parents. When I was
about five years old, my grandfather came to live with us. It was
around this time that I remember having a series of recurring
I imagined gruesome witches living in the back of my dark and
scary closet. In my dreams, I'd be quietly playing or lying in
bed. Without notice, the witches would sneak out and come after
me. I'd scream and run through the house, making it to the back
porch and sometimes down the back stairs, but never any further.
I'd fall on the cement at the bottom of the stairs, spread eagle on my
back, and just as they were about to devour me, I'd wake
up. In an icy sweat, breathing fast, I'd be terrified of going to
sleep again. For a few weeks, the witches would leave me alone,
but, when I least expected it, they'd be back. After years of
this same recurring dream, I'd find myself pleading, as I lie on the
cement with the witches hovering over me, "Please, spare me
tonight. You can have me in tomorrow's night's dream!" At
that point, they'd stop their attack and I'd wake up. However,
the dream was still very upsetting, and I always hated going to sleep.
I would lie in bed and tell myself that the witches only came in my
dreams, while I was safe in bed. I tried to get myself to remember this
the next time they appeared.
One hot, sticky summer night, when I was seven, I was especially afraid
of going to sleep. I was sure the witches would appear in my
dreams that night. My mom was sleeping on the living room couch,
which she often did when it was so hot. The front door was opened
to create a breeze. So, still being awake about two in the morning, I
grabbed an old, dark pink, American Indian blanket. I put the blanket
on the floor next to the couch to be close to my mom, and I fell
Soon, I found myself back in my bedroom, unknowingly in a dream,
and noticed the closet door creaking open. I knew at once it was
the witches, and I began to run for my life. I barely made it
through the kitchen. As I raced across the porch and down the
stairs, I tripped as usual and immediately those horrifying witches
caught up to me. The instant before I started to plead with them, the
thought flashed through my mind, "If I ask them to take me in tomorrow
night's dream, then this must be a dream!" Instantly, my
fear dissolved. I looked the witches straight in the eye and
said, "What do you want?" They gave me a disgusting look, but I
knew I was safe in a dream, and I continued, "Take me now. Let's
get this over with!" I watched with amazement, as they quickly
disappeared into the night. I woke up on the floor next to my mom
feeling elated. I knew they were gone. I never had the
witch nightmare in this form again! I would later have new
episodes with the witches in my dreams and discover similar witch
scenarios in my waking life.
My dreams were really fun after that night. Remembering the
feeling of facing the witches, I learned to recognize when I was asleep
and dreaming. Safe in the dream, I would do things I'd never do
when awake! Being a very obedient student during the daytime, I
would dream of being in class jumping wildly and carefree all over the
tops of the school desks. Whatever I desired, was possible.
Whatever I thought, would occur. I felt ecstatic. I could face
other fears, heal or nurture myself emotionally, resolve
conflicts or blocks, have adventures, help others, or just have fun. I
could fly, visit places, people, or time periods, and generally “do the
I made up ways to wake myself up from dreams, such as staring at bright
street lights in the dream, whenever I wanted to end a dream.
Oftentimes, I would lay in bed imagining myself doing backward
summersaults and float right into my dream, without ever losing
consciousness, as I fell asleep. I figured out how to stay in a dream,
if I felt I was waking up, how to change the dream scene, and
even how to repeat the same dream!
I learned to fly in my dreams, as well. Usually, I would be lucid. I
started out flying like a little bird, having to flap my wings to stay
up. This could take much effort. As I grew up, I discovered
that I could fly like superman, soaring effortlessly through the air,
arms first. At some point, I must have hit some telephone wires
or some other barrier because I fell. I soon realized that
because it was my dream, I could fly right through physical objects of
any kind. I had fun flying through walls and even deep into the
earth. As I matured in my lucid dreaming skills, I could
eliminate flying by merely imagining that where I wanted to go was
right behind me. This soon got boring, and I went back to flying
for the simple pleasure it brought me. However, lately, I have
been doing what I call “surrender flying.'” I lean back, and I
let an invisible force pull me upwards from my heart area. This
is a very ecstatic sensation, and it often leads me to places of great
peace and power, which remain with me even after I wake up.
Often, in dreams, I would often find myself in front of my childhood
home. At times, there were changes to the structure of the house.
Other times the house changed in impossible ways. Sometimes,
people other than my parents were living there. In the dream, I’d
often get confused and scared. However, the more I thought about
it while awake, the more I realized that I only saw the house this way
when I was in a dream. So, I told myself, the next time I'm in
front of my childhood home, I will check for these changes. If I see
them, I will know that I am dreaming. From then on, seeing my
childhood home was often a clue for me to become lucid in my
dreams. Once I became lucid in this manner, I could pursue
any other goals that I might have for that night.
My lucid dreaming experiences continued throughout my teenage
years. However, I never knew the term “lucid dreaming.” I
thought that everyone dreamed this way every night. I guess I
liked the experiences, so I thought about them at night, in bed, before
I went to sleep. I suspected that I was dreaming whenever I would
have problems in a dream, for example, when all my teeth would start to
fall out, when my contacts would grow or multiply, or when I would find
myself on shooting elevators or on bridges that were too steep drive
I often dreamed of my close friend from high school, named
Denise, She died in a car accident, when I was nineteen. At first, I'd
see her, and we would continue as we would have when she was still
alive. One time, I remembered that she had died. It scared me so
much that I woke up. Afterwards, I learned to stay in the dream
and talk to her. It took me time to get accustomed to hearing her
voice, but I was finally able to ask her questions, and, eventually,
listen to her answers. I felt very relieved to connect with her this
way. It helped me deal more easily with my father in my dreams after he
died, in 1992. By then, I was an expert!
I would sometimes end a dream, think I woke up, yet find
myself in another dream. These are called “false awakenings.”
Sometimes, I would 'wake up' ten or twenty times in a row, but usually
the time it took me to realize that I was still dreaming shortened
exponentially. For example, I would realize I was still dreaming
when I left the house for the day in a dream. The next time, in a
similar dream, I would recognize I was still dreaming earlier, when I
was in the shower, and so on. Finally, I would still be in bed, waking
up, when I’d realize I was still in a dream. I have gotten better at
recognizing false awakenings through the years.
In the late 1970s, I moved to California to finish my graduate work in
computer science at Stanford University. Soon after I arrived, I went
to see a dream expert to find out if I could learn to dream less often.
I thought that waking up too often with dreams was disturbing my
sleep. The expert asked me to describe some of my common dreams.
When I did, she told me that my dreams were called “lucid dreams.” She
said lucid dreaming was a valuable skill that people were trying to
learn. I was very surprised! I only saw her once, but many years later
she showed up at a presentation I was giving on my lucid dreaming
experiences. I decided that if I were going to remember so many dreams
anyway, at least many of them were lucid!
At the time, I was finishing a master's project with a Stanford
Cognitive Psychology professor. I told one of his other students that I
was a lucid dreamer. He said that I had to meet his friend
Stephen LaBerge, who was doing his dissertation on this exact subject.
After Stephen and I were introduced at an initial meeting, we
discovered that we both did similar things in our lucid dreams.
He asked me to try some things at home and report back to him.
When he asked me to try spinning in a dream and see what happened. I
already knew the answer. My somersault dreams were like spinning
backwards. I used them to get into new dream scenes. Steven also
found that spinning in his dreams created new scenes, as well. He
attributed it to something in the inner ear that affected a certain
part of the brain.
So, Stephen invited me to participate in some experiments at the
Stanford Sleep Laboratory. I ended up sleeping at the lab and doing
experiments about once a month for many years. I also did many
experiments for publicity, such as television or magazine
specials. I succeeded every time I was in the lab, except one
time early on when the technical equipment failed.
Before I came along, Stephen had used himself as the subject to show
that one could be definitely in the sleeping state and signal the
beginning of a predetermined task from a dream. He wondered how what we
dream in our mind affects our physical body. For example, if we dream
that we breath slowly, does our physical breathing slow down? Although
we can not, for example, cause our hearts to stop beating in a dream,
in general, the activity of our dream bodies can be recognized as
happening in our physical bodies, as well.
In the lab, I would signal from a dream, and my signals would be picked
up by EEG machines in the lab via electrodes on my body.
During this process, my brain waves, and other body functions, were
also being monitored. They showed that I was unequivocally in the
sleep state, particularly REM sleep, while I was signaling.
The first time Stephen signaled in the lab, he squeezed his arm muscles
in Morse code for his initials. When I tried squeezing my arm muscles
in an experiment, the signal was not strong enough to register, so we
decided on using a new signal. We used eye movements, because eye
movement is not as inhibited as other body movements during sleep. I
would move my dream eyes back and forth in the dream and the left-right
movements, from my physical eyes in bed, connected to electrodes, would
appear in the lab on the polygraph machine. I used a double
left-right left-right movement to show that I knew I was
dreaming. I would use a similar movement to signal that I was
about to begin a task in a dream. I eventually decided to use to
series of these, or four left-right signals, to say that I was waking
up, or about to wake myself up.
After I demonstrated that I could have lucid dreams at will, every time
I was in the laboratory, I did many other experiments that used the
signals. After signaling that I knew I was dreaming and in a
dream, I would signal that I was about to begin a predetermined task.
One time, we decided I would sing a song, which should have activated a
certain area of my brain, which was also being monitored by
electrodes. It did. Another time, I did a more mathematical task
of counting from one to ten, which should have activated a
different area of my brain, just as it would while awake. The
experiments showed that the same parts of the brain were activated
while dreaming a task, as when doing it while awake.
One time, I was in the lab doing an experiment for Smithsonian
Magazine. My task was to get lucid, and then clap my dream hands
to determine if an electrode on my physical ear would register the
dream sound. In the dream, I signaled lucidity, but I couldn't
clap my hands. A buoyancy compensatory had unexpectedly expanded
around me, and I couldn't get both hands to meet. I had recently
learned to scuba dive. A buoyancy compensatory is a device used for
floating that expands around the center of the body. The part that the
reporters didn't realize was that just as I was going to sleep, Stephen
had whispered to me that maybe I could solve the ancient Zen koan of
“the sound of one hand clapping.” I believe that the reason my
subconscious couldn’t get my hands to clap was because then I wouldn’t
be making the sound of “one” hand clapping.
During another lab experiment, my eye movements were being monitored,
as usual. In a lucid dream, before I moved my eyes, I explained what I
was going to do to the dream character that represented my friend
Tim. He said, "Oh, you mean you move your eyes back and
forth like this?" He then moved his eyes in this manner. After I
signaled and woke up, we noticed that there were two eye signals
recorded. Tim's eyes moving in the dream must have affected my
physical eyes. This made me wonder if all dream characters are really
aspects of the dreamer as well.
We did many more experiments in the lab through the years. I tried
estimating time in a dream and while wake. The estimates turned out to
be very similar. We believed that time sometimes seems different in
dreams because dreams often work the way movies do. When scenes end in
movies, often new activity from a later period begins immediately. In
other experiments, I followed patterns with my dream eyes. For example,
in a dream, I would watch my finger make an infinity sign about two
feet wide in front of my face, and we’d compare it to my physical eyes
following this same pattern while awake. Oddly enough, I would often do
these experiments after working all day on my Ph.D., and performing all
evening with my professional belly dance troupe. Talk about
working 24 hours a day!
During this time period, while at home in my bedroom, I found myself in
a dream. Dream scientists asked me to go to sleep in a chair. They
wanted to study me. By falling asleep in a dream chair, I actually woke
up, and I wrote down the dream. I went back to sleep, and I found
myself in the same dream chair with the dream scientists. I asked them
what they observed while they saw me sleeping, while I had actually
woke up and recorded the dream. They said I was almost paralyzed,
except that my eyes were moving quickly back and forth, left and right.
Was my waking life a dream to these dream scientists? I began to use
the process of falling asleep in a dream as a way to wake up.
In another ground breaking experiment, I was in the Stanford Sleep Lab,
hooked up to electrodes and vaginal probes. My goal was to have sex in
a dream and experience an orgasm. I dreamed that I flew across Stanford
campus and saw a group of tourists walking down below. I swooped down
and tapped one dream guy, wearing a blue suit, on the shoulder. He
responded right there on the walkway. We make love, and I signaled the
onset of sex, the orgasm, and when I was about to wake up. We later
published this experiment in the Journal of Psychophysiology as the
first recorded female orgasm in a dream.
In my lucid dreams, I have had sex with dream characters who represent
men, women, old people, young people, strangers, relatives, as well as
people of various races and classes. I have been the woman, the man,
half woman/half man, both split from waist, and with both a penis and a
vagina. I have been a man with a man, a woman with a woman, an old man
with young girls, with groups and alone. I have made love physically
with myself in all combinations. I can barely think of some sexual
situation that I have not experienced. These dreams are all very
enjoyable and everyone is always totally accepting.
I would sometimes give myself challenges while not in the lab, as well.
In one very powerful lucid dream, I felt very sure of myself and
decided to have sex with the next dream person who came down the
street. I did so, right in the middle of the road, with no
inhibitions. I gave myself a suggestion to remain lucid
afterwards and it worked. However, I now found myself alone, in front
of a campfire. I took this as another challenge and stepped right into
the center of the roaring fire. I was having fun and decided to
try eating the flames. Interestingly enough, they tasted salty.
Next, I appeared with nothing physical around me, so I decided that I
would fly up and merge with the sun. I sped upwards like superman,
accelerating rapidly until, about half way there, I heard a great
sound. It was very intense, and yet blissful. I felt extremely
lucid for the next several days in both my waking and sleeping states.
In the laboratory, I learned to wait until early morning hours to even
try to have a lucid dream. After eight hours of sleep, it would
be easier for me to become lucid. We found this to be true for most
people. For example, I would say, “I will do the experiment at 7:30
a.m.” I picked this time because it was before the office
personnel would come in and begin to make noises.
Picking a time, also made it easier for the media people. Instead of
watching my brain waves all night, they could rest, and know exactly
when to watch me perform live. I normally woke up after most REM
periods, about every hour and a half. When I would wake up between six
and seven a.m., I would then focus on my lucid dreaming task.
This process is how we came up with the technique called “MILD,” or
pneumonic induction of lucid dreams.
In my laboratory dreams, I would often find myself in a lab setting,
similar to the one in which I was sleeping. In my dreams, I would
often joke with the dream characters who represented the lab
technicians or the media people. Sometimes, I would fly over their
heads for fun. I would always remember to signal at the point when I
knew I was dreaming, and at the beginning and ending of any of my
Once, I was asked to do a lucid dreaming experiment at the lab for the
television show 20/20. It was New Year’s week. I would have to miss the
Grateful Dead concert that night in Oakland. This was the only night
they could do the filming, so I reluctantly decided to miss my favorite
group this one time.
While being hooked up to electrodes used to verify my sleeping brain
waves, I sat next to Hugh Downs, the host of the show. I had known him
from television since I was a child. He wanted to try his luck at
becoming lucid in his dreams that night. The technicians were
putting electrodes on him, as well. He was wearing a brown bathrobe,
and I had on a similar blue one. I asked him if he would like me to
come find him in my dreams and take him flying. He said he’d like that
I became lucid easily that night, finding myself in a bed that looked
like the one in the lab where I had fallen asleep. I was on my back, as
I floated up out of bed. Then, I turned over in the air and proceeded
head first through the nearest wall to the outside. I had advanced my
flying skills so I could go right through physical objects. Walls were
easy to get through. My head merged into the wall first, and then I
noticed the wall moving through my body, a foot at a time. The wall
felt as though it was vibrating and humming slowly, like the jiggling
molecules that I imagined made up the wall. Finally, my feet
popped out the other side. I was in the cool night air, flying like
superman, higher and higher, until I got above the trees. I continued
flying towards the nearby bay. The lights of the skylines below were
twinkling, and the air smelled fresh and clean. The view was gorgeous!
That was when I got the idea to head towards Oakland, and maybe make it
to the Grateful Dead concert after all.
I got half way there, when I remembered that I forgot to get Hugh
Downs. I knew that, at this same moment, in the lab, I was being filmed
for a national television show. One of my goals was to bring Hugh Downs
flying. I turned around midair and quickly flew back to the Stanford
Sleep Lab. I looked for what I thought would be the wall of Hugh’s
room. I popped inside, only to find him asleep in bed still wearing his
brown robe. I didn’t notice, then, that I was also wearing my blue one.
I nudged him on the side and said, “Hugh, wake up! I have come to take
you flying.” He seemed very sleepy, so I took his hand, and I gently
pulled him out of bed.
I got him to relax next to me, as I flew him out of the room and into
the sky. Then I said, “How would you like to attend a Grateful Dead
concert going on right now at the Oakland coliseum?” He didn’t seem to
object, so I headed once again for Oakland. We got to the coliseum just
as the Grateful Dead were playing on stage. Because we were like
ghosts, it was easy to merely float right over the band, in fact,
directly over the lead guitar player, Jerry Garcia’s, head. We had the
best location in the place, and the music sounded especially clear and
vibrant. I was so happy that I could accomplish my goal for the 20/20
show, as well as hear my favorite band play in person, so to speak.
The next morning, I asked Hugh if he remembered any dreams.
Unfortunately, he didn’t, but he seemed very pleased when I told him
mine. The reporters interviewed me, but as far as I know the segment
was never shown. I always wondered if Jerry Garcia, or any of the other
members of the Grateful Dead, ever noticed anything unusual that night!
During one lucid dreaming experiment at the lab, Stephen LaBerge asked
me to try healing my stiff neck in a dream by rubbing my hands and
directing the energy to my neck. I tried this in a dream, and I
found sparks coming from my hands. The sparks set my hair on fire, and
I spend the dream trying to put the fire out. Even I wasn’t always
In another lab experiment for a television special, I had to sing the
song, “Row, row, row your boat.... life is but a dream.” The week that
the show was to air, they used a clip of me singing this song with
electrodes all over my face, wearing my blue robe, for a commercial. It
was shown several times a day that week. A few times, when I turned on
the television, the commercial was playing and I saw myself saying,
“Life is but a dream!” It was a very strange experience indeed! I
decided it must be some kind of message from the universe, and I better
pay attention. I was formulating the ideas that would eventually become
what I now call, “lucid living!”
This next dream serves as a good description of how our thoughts can
create reality. I was in a lucid dream and I met a lovely fairy teacher
who told me that she would give me the gift of seeing my thoughts
manifest instantly in front of me. I found myself driving on a
road around a large lake. I thought how nice it would be to
be in a boat on the water. Instantly, I was sitting in a boat
looking up at the road I had just been on. I was amazed. I must
have imagined being in town next. In front of me on a dusty road, I saw
a mysterious man walking towards me. He put his hand in his
pocket. I thought, "What if he pulls a knife on me?" Sure enough,
I noticed the blade. I was terrified, but just as quickly I tried to
picture him merely scratching his leg. I was relieved when he
did. Still, I was afraid that I would think more negative
thoughts, and I wanted this all to stop. Yet, I didn’t know how to do
so. Finally, I decided to think of my bedroom and myself asleep.
Sure enough, I woke up, and I felt that I had learned a great deal
about how our mental states can affect our experiences.
In 1982, after becoming extremely proficient in lucid dreaming, I
spontaneously began having precognitive dreams. These are dreams of
things that happen later in the waking state. For me, these dreams
usually had great detail, were very emotional, and the waking scenario
would occur within a few days of the dream. However, my precognitive
dreams usually have not been lucid. I was sure that they were not due
merely to coincidence. I even described the events, in detail, to
others, who were later present during the waking scenario. My previous
view of the physical world as being “solid,” and having precise rules,
had turned upside down!
These experiences caused me to explore other psychic phenomenon. I
began reading books, such as Jane Robert’s “Seth” work. I needed to
make sense of what was happening to me. Again, I thought of life being
a dream. It would explain how such things like precognitive dreams
could occur. Maybe, I needed to become more lucid in life in order to
really see it as a dream. My dreams often seemed as real as physical
reality, sometimes more so. The more I thought of the
implications of life being a dream, the more it made sense. We could
all be dream characters in a dream we call life. Was there a Dreamer
dreaming us all? However, during this time, I was still a scientist
trying to finish my Ph.D. I did not want to be distracted by these
ideas so much, that I never finished my degree. I decided to put them
off for awhile.
In my waking state, I was having trouble writing my doctoral
dissertation. I decided to try writing it in my dreams first. In
one dream, I found myself lying in bed. The desk in the room was in the
wrong place, so I realized that I was dreaming. I headed for my
computer, to start writing. I found that I could not move.
I was paralyzed. I told myself, "This is my dream, and I can do what I
want! " I slowly made it to the desk. I looked down, and I saw
that the chair seat was an opening for “the pit to hell.” Flames
swept up, and it sounded and smelled awful! I was, however,
determined to succeed. Holding my breath, I sat down, ready to be
sucked into the pit. Instead, I woke up, and within a very short
time, I finished writing my dissertation in the area of artificial
I finished my Ph.D. in 1983 and my career really took off! I was
very involved in starting up businesses and traveling around the
world. In 1987, I took a short break from this computer science
work to help Stephen LaBerge form the Lucidity Institute.
By this time, we had been experimenting for awhile with lucid dreaming
induction techniques to help others more easily become lucid in their
dreams. At first, we tried to send clues to the dream world by
using smells and sounds. In one experiment, I tape-recorded my
own voice saying, “I am dreaming, now!” A technician would play the
tape when I was in REM sleep, making it gradually louder. However, as
soon as the sound became loud enough for me to hear in the dream, it
would wake me up. This was when we decided to send light to the
dream, instead. Light could be more easily incorporated into the dream
and used as a clue to induce a lucid dream, for someone trained to look
for the flashing light in their dream.
We developed a mask that people could wear to sleep at night,
which could recognize REM eye movements. If a person was in REM
sleep, it would then flash a light, which would get incorporated
into the dream. If users were trained to look for the light, they
could learn to question whether or not the light was from the mask,
and, more importantly, question whether or not they were dreaming. The
light might appear as flashing stoplights in street scenes, or as
lightning flashing in the sky. Many versions of this dream mask
eventually got developed, including the Dream Light and the Nova
I created the first business plan to market this lucidity induction
device. I also helped Stephen give lucid dreaming
workshops. In 1990, I decided to lead to my own personal
groups and workshops on lucid dreaming, which soon became lucid
Next, I would like to share a little of my introduction to lucid
dreaming, in order to clarify how I look at things. When we become
“lucid” in our sleeping dreams, we become aware that we dream while we
dream. Some people never remember their dreams, some remember them
after they have been awake for a while, and some remember them just
after or before they awaken. Lucid dreamers remember they dream while
the dream takes place. They do not necessarily analyze the dream,
or look for symbols, but directly and consciously experience the dream,
shortening the time it takes to realize they dream.
To me, lucid dreaming does not mean merely “visualizing”,
“daydreaming”, “clear” dreaming, or even “controlled” dreaming,
necessarily. Also, I personally believe in levels of lucidity, as a
spectrum. I would say I am partially lucid, if I just remember to
question if I am dreaming. I’d call myself definitely
lucid, if I know I am dreaming for sure. I consider myself very lucid,
if I can control or change things in the dream, not that I always
do. Finally, when I am most lucid, I often do not
experience a body, but I have a very powerful, spiritual-like
In a lucid dream, I feel free to do whatever I please, have fun,
experiment, solve problems, accomplish goals, and go wherever my
imagination takes me, taking care to balance spontaneity and control. I
have learned that sometimes it is better to surrender to the dream.
Other times, it helps to take control, change things, or carry out
I have remembered, on average, half a dozen dreams per night, for most
my of life. I’d say that between 2 and 20 dreams per week were lucid,
to various degrees. So, I’d say a good estimate of how many lucid
dreams I have had would be 20,000. Unfortunately, I am not a very good
recorder of dreams, nor I have organized my dream reports very well. I
have, however, kept track of the ones I consider most valuable.
Here are a few examples of how I worked with my students in my groups.
I would often ask my students to choose a goal for a lucid
dream. One student told me he'd like to bike around the
world. I told him to start simple. He first had to become lucid,
remember the task, stay in the dream, and find a bike to ride. He
accomplished this in several months. Finally, one day he reported
that he had ridden his bike through Russia in his dreams. Shortly after
this, he told me that he could no longer attend my group. He was
quitting his job, selling his house, and taking five years off to bike
around the world!
Another time a friend I had just met, asked me to dream for him.
I dreamed I was in a theater and watching a movie that he is in. Later,
I told him the story, and I discovered that I had dreamed his life,
including things he never told anyone.
Once, I told a friend's eight year old nephew about lucid dreaming. I
helped him practice lucid dream induction techniques while awake.
I asked him what he'd like to do in a dream. He said he'd like to
meet a president of the united states. In a few days, he called
me to tell me that he had a lucid dream. He didn't find Washington or
Lincoln, but he did meet up with the artist, Leonardo da Vinci. He said
that it was okay, because da Vinci was famous too. I asked him what
happened. He told me that he asked da Vinci if da Vinci knew that he
was in the encyclopedia. Then he showed da Vinci some of his own
artwork. The boy was very happy with his lucid dream, and very
pleased with himself.
Sometimes, I would decide ahead of time to meet up with people in my
dreams. I have succeeded in dreaming of the people, but none have
ever told me that they had the same dream. That would be called a
“mutual dream.” It is easier for me to attempt a mutual dream
when I am lucid, because I can stop and remember my goal. I have an
easier time making it happen, as well.
I often try to accomplish tasks for my students so we can discuss
issues that arise, and also to see if we could have a mutual dream.
Here is a dream I had when trying to have a mutual dream with a student
I found myself in front of my childhood home and noticed that it looked
strange. The door wasn’t in the right place and the house was situated
improperly on the block. This happens often in my dreams, so at that
moment I became lucid. I knew I was dreaming and I remembered that I
had a goal for this dream. However, I saw a neighbor, who I knew had
died, and I first stopped to talk to her. In previous dreams, I
would see her and say, “You are dead!” and try to get on with my goal.
She would get upset and say, “I’m here now, so talk to me!” Unless I
did, I learned that would have trouble completing my goal.
My goal for the dream was to meet Sharon in the Bahamas.
Immediately, I began to fly like superman heading south, because
I was in the Chicago area at the time. It was dark, and I had a
long way to go. By this time in my lucid dreaming experience, I could
fly through electric wires that were in my way, but now I had another
idea. I could make myself miniature, go into the wire as electricity
itself, and get there very quickly. So I got tiny and popped into the
nearest wire, which appeared like a large tunnel once I was inside. I
was whisked very fast, shooting headfirst down the line, until I
abruptly popped out the end of the wire. As my normal self again, I was
somewhere at the southern tip of the United States, at the ocean’s
edge, where the electric lines stopped.
I realized I didn’t have much time left, and I decided to travel the
rest of the way underwater, doing a kind of superman swim/flying. I
soon got distracted by the lovely underwater life and the joy of moving
so fast, while breathing the water. I finally made it to a lovely beach
in the Bahamas. I asked a guy, who was serving drinks to the
sunbathers, if there was a restaurant nearby. This was the place where
Sharon and I agreed we would try to meet. He pointed down the beach,
and I walked to a resort type building, and then through a long hall. I
was about to ask the host if Sharon was waiting for me, when I saw her
sitting on a bench. She didn’t look like she was expecting me, so I
said, “Don’t you remember that you said you wanted to dream of going to
the Bahamas, and I said I’d meet you in a lucid dream of my own? Well,
this is it. We are dreaming now.”
I was thinking that this dream girl was “Sharon,” who was probably
asleep in bed in Mountain View, California. I could have seen her as a
projection of myself, and decide not to talk to her, believing that she
wasn’t connected in any way to the physical Sharon. I said to her,
“Well, I’ll tell you a secret, and we’ll see if you remember it when I
see you in our group next week.” I whispered a secret in her ear, and
soon afterwards I woke up.
When Sharon came to my lucid dreaming group that Sunday night, she had
forgotten the goal and had never dreamed of me, nor the Bahamas. I am
still waiting, as I am with others, for her to report a related dream.
or for her to tell me the secret!
Around this time, I had a dream where I was riding my bike down the
street of my childhood home. I became lucid and started flying into the
air. I was flying over the nearby river, when a cartoon figure of a
dolphin floated in front of me. The dolphin danced around,
and then asked me if I'd like to go on an adventure. After putting out
its fin for me to hold onto, it proceeded to pull me down into the
ocean, which was now where the river had previously been. Something
similar had happened to me, with a whale shark, in the waking state,
while I was scuba diving. The dolphin and I traveled deeper and deeper,
faster and faster. I felt both ecstatic and somewhat dizzy, almost as
though the experience were too intense. I woke up, however,
feeling fantastic; very peaceful, yet energized.
A few years later, I noticed an ad from a man who took people on
dolphin expeditions. I contacted him, and we eventually did a joint
lucid dreaming/dolphin swimming workshop on a sailboat in the
Bahamas. On this trip, while I was in the crystal clear water of
the open sea, one of the dolphins rubbed up to me. Underwater, its
color and shape looked remarkably similar to the dolphin of my
When I was thirty-seven years old, I became very anxious to find a
mate, get married, and have children. During the Christmas holidays,
while visiting my parents, I had the following dream. I met up
with myself at the age of twenty-one, who was sad because she was about
to leave her college boyfriend, so she could travel and have a
career. I told my twenty-one year old self that I had done those
things. I said that I now wanted a husband and children. She
introduced me to my alternative self, who was also 37, and who had
married my college boyfriend. They had three children, and now she
wanted to divorce him. My twenty-one year old self and I decided that
everything was as it should be. Finally, I woke up. As I am
writing down the dream, I hear an inner voice, as if from a future
self, who says, "Everything is perfect as it is!" I finally
believed it. I trusted that I would find my perfect mate, when the time
was right. I didn’t need not worry about it. I decided that if life is
a dream, then my dreams would come true. I imagined that anything was
possible, even after I read a Newsweek article, which said that a
woman was more likely to die from terrorists, than to get married after
forty! I did, however, prepare my life for my future family by buying a
house, getting a dog, which was supposed to be good with kids, and
taking a job as a college teacher, which I thought would work well with
being a mom. I met my husband two years after this dream.
In my groups, we would practice becoming lucid while awake. I
would give my students exercises, such as, questioning if they are
dreaming, several times a day. For example, I asked them to check
if they were dreaming every time they washed their hands during the
day. I jokingly said, “If your hand falls off, you are most
definitely in a dream!” Around this time, I was also helping my
mother with her dreams of my dad after he died, in 1992. She was
having recurring dreams of my dad, who would appear next to her
bed. She would fear that he was there to take her to
heaven. I told my mom, “If you see dad, remember that he died,
and therefore you must be dreaming!” A few days after I gave my
group the hand exercise, she was able to get lucid in her recurring
dream. My mother remembered that my father had died, and she knew
she was dreaming, She was even able to take his hand, and his hand fell
off. She did not know about the exercise when she reported the dream to
me the next morning.
I met my husband, Chris, six months after my father died. It was the
most lucid day I have ever experienced. We were at a party, and I
saw him from across the room. I knew that he was my future. It
was love at first sight. I was able to stay in the moment, without
fear, and with total trust. I believed in magic, while been
totally accepting whatever happened. I was able to listen to him,
as if he were truly part of myself.
I was very sorry, however, that he never got to meet my father, when I
had the next dream. I was in my childhood home, where my mom still
lived, and I saw my dad on the couch. I remembered that he died, and
that I must be dreaming. I went to sit next to him and told him
that I loved him. I asked him why, lately, he hadn't appeared as often
in my dreams. He said that he was helping me from under the
bridge. I'm not sure what he meant, but I was happy to hear his voice
and feel him close. Next, I embraced him, and after we hugged, I looked
back into his eyes. He had turned into my husband, whom I so much
wanted my dad to meet. I soon awakened and felt as though they
had finally met, at some level.
Chris and I were married in less than a year after we met. We knew that
we wanted to have a child. After much medical help, I decided to
work on the issue in my dreams.
I decided to dream of our future baby. I would ask questions of the
baby in the dream such as, "When are you coming?" I would also
try to determine what year it was in the dream. Sometimes the
baby would have messages.
Another time, I was back in my childhood home, alone for the first
time. My mom was ill, and in the hospital. My Dad had died over
two years ago. I was afraid, crying in my bed. I fell asleep. Next, I
became lucid in a dream, when I noticed that the baby, from my baby
picture on the wall, was coming out of the picture. I walked over
to myself as a baby, just in time to take the baby in my arms. As I
held her, I saw my face in hers, and I pulled her to my chest. I could
see her lips sucking at my breast, and I felt very fulfilled. I slowly
awakened, and I felt my own lips moving, as well. I
was deeply nurtured. A year later I nursed my own child in that very
Before my son, Adrian, was born, however, I also had some interactions
with my childhood witches. My witch dreams went through many
transformations during my life. In 1960, I faced up to the scary
witches from my recurring nightmares. In the 1970's, I looked for the
witches of my childhood in a dream, and they appeared as harmless,
little old ladies. In the 1980’s, I noticed that the witch drama
appeared in my waking life as well. In 1994, doctors gave me terrible
odds against having a child. So, I looked for the witches in a lucid
dream, thinking of them as my “creative power,” and I brought them into
my uterus. Within a year, I got pregnant with my son, Adrian.
Adrian was born during the 1995 Association for the Study of Dreams
conference (ASD95). This was three years after I presented the paper at
ASD92 called, “What I Learned from Lucid Dreaming is Lucid Living.” I
brought him to the ASD96 conference. He also came to the ASD97
conference, where I gave a workshop called, “Living Life as a Lucid
Dream.” Adrian turned two on the day of the dream ball.
My mom was feeling better during the years after Adrian was born. She
visited us often, and we would go to Chicago to see her, as well.
Adrian and her became best friends. In the year 2000, I had the biggest
challenge of my life. Adrian had started kindergarten. I talked to my
mom on the phone almost every day. She was still living in my
childhood home, near Chicago. Six days before her planned trip to visit
us in California for the holidays, she drove a friend to lunch. That
night she told her neighbor that she was feeling good. I had a dream
that night, which I shared with Chris and Adrian during breakfast. In
the dream, I went to help a woman I loved, who was hanging on her house
by her fingertips. Soon, I was hanging by my fingertips, as well. Chris
told us that he dreamed we were going on a trip, and I was quickly
The next morning, my mother didn’t answer her door, so her neighbor
came in. She found my mom on the floor, next to her bed, unconscious.
The doctors called me to say that my mom had had a sudden, massive
stroke, and all four quadrants of her brain were instantly
destroyed. She would only exist in a vegetative state. I
needed to take her off life-support, as she requested in her living
will. Chris, Adrian, and I flew to Chicago immediately.
Needless to say, the next twelve days before Christmas were a very
difficult and emotional time.
First, I needed to give the okay to remove her ventilator. Everyone
thought that she would die at this point. The night before this
was scheduled, I had a dream that my husband and I were at the edge of
the beach. A tidal wave was coming. In the distance, we saw
angels flying toward us in a "V" formation. We thought the tidal
wave would demolish us, but instead, the angels flew right over our
heads and protected us. This dream told me that I would be able
to survive this ordeal. Coincidentally, the ventilator was
removed at the exact time that her plane to California was scheduled to
take off. However, she still lived, and we had more decisions to
make. Do we give her an IV? Is glucose considered
food? We did not want to prolong her life in this state. One
time, I stayed up all night with her in the hospital. When I
finally did go to bed, I had a dream of her. She said to me, “Get
some sleep, I'll take care of the body.”
Finally, it was Christmas Eve. My mom and I had been together almost
every year of my life at midnight Mass on Christmas Eve, in my hometown
church. Christmas Eve was her favorite day of the year. She
always said, “If we are ever lost, let's meet on this night at our
church, in our regular seats. My mother died right at midnight,
officially Christmas Day morning.
After her funeral, I stayed alone in my childhood home for another few
weeks, to go through fifty years of stuff that had been
collected. I made the decision to rent out the house.
My life, as well as my dreams, was quite a struggle after this.
In my dreams, I hated to see my mom, only to remember that she had
died, which would happen when I was lucid. This was too
much to handle. I didn't want to be reminded, once again, in the
sleep state, that my mother had died. It was enough to deal with
it while awake. I decided not to have lucid dreams for awhile. I
had a strong intent and a physical need for this to happen. I did
have regular, non lucid dreams of her.
At each stage of my grief, these non-lucid dreams of my mother evolved.
First, I dreamed of her and I doing our usual activities. I could have
enjoyed these dreams, if I didn't have to feel such shock when I woke
up and remembered that she had indeed died. Next, I started dreaming
that my mother did not die after all. Then, I had dreams in which she
had died, but mysteriously came back to life. I didn't question this in
I had many dreams of my childhood home during this time, as well.
I did not get lucid, even with great clues, such as when house
was changed in impossible ways. Things were very bizarre. Other
people were living there, as was now the case, with the renters, in
reality. I felt angry and confused.
I went to grief therapy for over a year. Using peer counseling and
group sharing, I demonstrated more and more acceptance of my mother's
death. Little by little, I took the knowledge of her death into
my dreams and began to explain it to other dream characters. Finally,
after explaining my mother's death to my “father” in a dream, I was
able to interact with my “mother,” and actually discuss her death. At
this point, I had a significant degree of lucidity, and my dreams felt
more comfortable, and sometimes enlightening.
In the spring of the year 2002, a year and a half after my mother's
death, the lease was up on my childhood home. I needed to sell the
house. But could I? Spontaneously, I dreamed that I found
the witches in my childhood home. I surrendered to them, and they
pulled me under the closet door, where they came from. I merged
with the witches. The biggest fears of my childhood were
resolved. In my dreams, my fear was to go with the witches.
In life, my fear was my mother’s death. At last, I could sell the
house easily, and I felt that I had healed quite a bit. In the
last dream I had of my childhood home, I flew out the picture window
like a powerful witch.
After this, I would bring my mother into my dreams. We would embrace
and I’d say, “I love you and I miss you, mom.” Sometimes, in my
dreams, I am still convincing her that she really died. This
tells me that some level of grief still exists. One time, in a
dream, I said to my mom, “You are safe now, you are in heaven!” I
heard the message for myself, as I see my mother as part of my higher
self, the Dreamer of life. I presented my grief dreams in a paper at
ASD2003 called, “Witches, the House, and Grief: Developing and Avoiding
Lucid Dreaming.” I was now in a place to get on with discussing my work
on “lucid living!”
However, before I discuss lucid living, I need to define a few more
terms. When discussing a non-lucid dream while awake, I refer to my
dream self as “me” or “I,” (as in: “I was flying”) and I refer to
my physical self (or part of my physical self’s “mind”) as the one who
creates the dream, whom I call the dreamer. By definition then, I can
not call my dream self the dreamer, although I recognize that
some people do. Note, that I do not feel my physical self’s brain
contains my physical self’s mind. I also assume that a “mind” is not
physical. In a lucid dream, although I also refer to my dream self as
“I”, I can sense my connection to the dreamer, and I feel like a
“larger, expanded self.” Sometimes I even feel connected to what
I'll later describe as the "Dreamer of life."
Although I usually say that my dream exists in my physical self’s mind,
it usually feels as though my dream and my physical self exist in
separate dimensions, and when I “wake up”, I change dimensions
(or perspectives.) Most importantly, when I become lucid, I feel that
my thoughts definitely do not come from my dream self’s mind or brain,
but from my physical self’s mind. For example, my dream self will often
have a different life, history, motivations, and goals than my physical
So, to summarize, in a lucid dream I usually experience myself in
a 3-dimensional, vivid world that I believe my physical self’s mind has
created. Therefore, I feel safe because I feel I exist in my
physical self’s mind and not in physical reality (where my physical
body resides). Because I see the dream as being created by my physical
self’s mind, I also know that anything I (the dreamer) can imagine can
happen. By believing that everyone and everything around me in the
dream, including my dream self and other dream characters, exists in my
physical self’s mind, I experience everyone as “one”, or “made of the
same substance” and all “parts of a whole.”
When I view my waking life as a dream, a dream in which I know I am
dreaming (to various degrees, of course), I call this lucid living.
Waking life may feel 'real' and unlike a 'dream,' merely because I lack
lucidity, just as non-lucid dreams can feel like physical reality,
until I become lucid. I try to view life as an “actual dream” and not
to merely use lucid living as a therapy or philosophy. The assumptions
that come from viewing life as a dream can be very powerful and can
expand what we feel is possible in life.
If I look at waking life as a dream, then I can also use lucid dreaming
techniques, that I learned from my sleeping dream experiences, to more
easily become lucid in my waking life. When lucid in waking life, I can
become more “free”, have fun, accomplish goals, feel connected, and
maybe even experience magic in my waking life, as I have in my sleeping
In lucid living, I think of our physical selves as dream selves in a
dream called “waking life.” I also imagine a Dreamer who is dreaming
our lives. Note the capital “D” to distinguish from the use of dreamer
as part of a physical self’s mind. Sometimes, I view this Dreamer
as some “Being” asleep in a bed in another dimension. Other
times, I view the Dreamer as a nonphysical “God” or an
Either way, when I am lucid in waking life, I sense a connection to
this Dreamer, whom I sometimes call my Higher-Self. I begin to
respond to things from the perspective of this Dreamer. As in a lucid
sleeping dream, I feel “safe,” I believe in “limitless
possibilities”, and I see everyone in waking life as “one” or “parts of
Throughout my life, I have developed techniques for becoming lucid in
my sleeping dreams, and I have found there are many uses for lucid
dreaming. Some of these uses include: psychological development, trying
new behaviors, healing, and more. I’ve found that all of my techniques,
below, can apply, whether we find ourselves asleep or awake, i.e., in
sleeping dreams or in waking life.
To become lucid in my sleeping dreams, or in my waking life, I often
look for unusual or impossible situations. In my sleeping dreams, I
will often see someone who has died and that will clue me that I am
dreaming. At times, in my waking life, especially during tense
situations, I look for the unusual and wonder if I am dreaming. Without
knowing for sure, I begin to find more evidence, my reactions turn
powerful, and I began to relax.
Sometimes, I “act as if,” or “pretend,” I am dreaming. I often ask
myself, or others, if I am dreaming. I also make sure to “test” if I am
dreaming. An example of a test is when I try to float. If I do float, I
know I am dreaming for sure, and I become lucid. I have not floated in
my waking life, but I do not rule it out as an impossibility. I have
become more open, for example, to stories of yogis levitating.
Another valuable technique is to review recurring dreams and nightmares
and practice imagining myself having new reactions. I have
learned to modify my reaction to a monster in a recurring sleep-state
nightmare. I have also changed my response to friends at key
times in waking life. (see some examples below.) The key involves
viewing the monster as part of my physical self’s mind, in the case of
the nightmare. In the waking life situation, I view my friends as part
of my Higher-Self, or the Dreamer of life.
When trying to become lucid in my sleeping dreams, and in my waking
life, I find it valuable to get myself motivated. For example, I can
teach or take a class on lucid dreaming or lucid living. It helps to
record, share, and visualize my sleeping dreams and my waking life
situations. I especially like to do exercises to help me become
lucid in both sleeping dreams, and in waking life.
An example of an exercise follows. I stop and I ask myself if I
could be dreaming, several times a day, perhaps every time I wash my
hands, or climb down steps, or do some activity that doesn’t happen too
often or too seldom. What I practice while awake, I eventually find
myself doing in my sleeping dreams, so this technique helps me become
lucid both in my waking and sleeping states.
One of the most valuable tools I have used for motivating me to become
lucid in sleeping dreams involves setting goals. Sometimes, I
become lucid and decide not to change the direction of the, in order to
carry out a goal. In this case, I go with the flow of the dream.
However, when I do have an interesting goal, I get motivated to become
and remain lucid. In my lucid dreaming classes, I suggest that my
students start with a simple goal to accomplish in their lucid dream. I
ask them to decide the first steps that they can accomplish from
wherever they might find themselves, and I tell them to do this ahead
of time, while awake. I find that a goal of “becoming lucid” does not
work as well as a goal of doing something fun in the limitless world of
As a sleeping lucid dreamer, I learned to remain in my dreams, to
wake up out of them, to change them, to go back into them, to become
more lucid, and to accomplish intricate goals within them. I
would like to do this in my waking state as well.
There are aspects of lucid dreaming that apply to lucid living and can
help us live our lives more fully. In waking life, we may identify our
physical bodies with our selves. The same thought occurs in non-lucid
dreams, where we identify our dream bodies with our selves. We may
believe that if our dream body dies, we die. We feel this way because
we are not aware of our physical self in non-lucid dreams. We
continue to feel this way until we wake up out of the dream and
discover that the dream happened in our "mind" and not in "reality". We
think, after the fact, that we could have responded differently had we
realized that we'd dreamed.
Of course, even in sleeping lucid dreams, we might not, for example,
jump off a cliff, if we didn't feel positive that we were dreaming, and
that we could, for example, merely fly away. We might just continue to
dream that we had a very bad accident.
In general, after waking up from dreams, we don't think that our dream
bodies have 'died,' but understand that we have merely switched focus.
Will we someday wake up out of our lives and merely change focus as
Our goal, then, in lucid living, involves learning to respond
differently, at times, and with less fear in our waking lives. We do
not need to wait until 'after the fact' to realize that we could have
responded more fully and with more freedom in our lives. Instead, we
can 'wake up within our waking life!'
Lucid dreamers have experienced the amazing feeling of having an
exciting goal for a dream and making it happen. We can experience the
joy of making things happen more often in our waking state, by learning
to become lucid in waking life and set upon accomplishing tasks with a
new outlook that anything is possible. At the very least, we can
probably gain an understanding of how we may block our selves and try
again, knowing we have endless possibilities.
An example, from an early stage of my sleeping lucid dream development,
illustrates this point. In my dream, I could not fly to my destination
because I kept hitting telephone poles. When I decided that “this
is my dream,” I was able to fly right through the poles. I also
realized that it was my physical self’s mind that created the
telephone poles to begin with!
When we increase our lucidity in waking life, we can also feel a sense
of oneness with everyone and everything. We can live as if our
Higher-Self does indeed “create our own reality.” We can experience an
altered state of consciousness, and at the extreme, we can have what
one might call “mystical experiences.”
The next time we find ourselves in an undesirable situation in our
waking life, we can take action with the belief that other people make
up parts of our Higher-Self, the Dreamer. This can help us to stop and
listen to what others have to say, not because we have been taught to,
but because we want to understand the Dreamer. Like puppets who act as
though they are separate and disconnected, we often feel disconnected.
Using the puppet analogy, we can begin to identify more with the
puppeteer, realizing that it is the puppeteer who makes everything
Here are a few examples of how I have become lucid in my waking life.
Once, during an argument with my cousin in the waking state, I suddenly
stopped to think, "If I look at this as a dream right now, then my
cousin actually expresses a part of the Dreamer (my Higher-Self.) At
that exact moment, I acted from the perspective of the Dreamer, and she
actually started to explain how our points of view seemed related
instead of opposed.
Another time, a friend, in the waking state, was yelling and hovering
over me like the witches from my sleeping dreams. I noticed the
similarities to the witch nightmares, and I saw this as a pattern in my
life. The situation actually happened in the same physical place in my
house with different people. I faced up to my friend, like I faced up
to the witches, and my friend suddenly stopped, walked away, and the
pattern in my life ended, in the same way my witch nightmares ceased.
My marriage, my child, my degrees, my career, and my amazing
adventures, too numerous to mention, are all examples of how lucid
living has assisted me in having such an incredible and diverse life.
In my experience as a lucid dreaming teacher, my students found it
easier to become lucid in their sleeping dreams, once they understood
the concept and believed it possible. When they began to question
whether or not they dreamed and looked for evidence, they often noticed
something unusual and became lucid. Once they had experienced
results, they no longer had to believe, they knew they could become
lucid. We can do the same with lucid living.
Perhaps people would accept psychic phenomena, or synchronicities in
waking life, more readily if they viewed waking life as a dream.
Viewing life as a dream, gave me a foundation for understanding how I
could possibly have had my first amazing, precognitive dreams. Psychic
phenomena could also serve as clues for becoming lucid in waking life.
I believe lucid living can have a profound effect on all our lives. Of
course, as in our sleeping dreams, we can easily go on automatic and
lose lucidity. However, the more we practice lucid dreaming skills,
whether when asleep or during our waking life, the more likely we will
become lucid at all times. By practicing lucid living, we strive to
live the most illuminating, clear, and conscious waking life as
We can also obtain a greater understanding of what spiritual practices,
great writers, movies, fairy tales, and songs have been telling us for
Waking life is an illusion;
Philosophy of Connectedness;
Resurrection after death;
The Course of Miracles: Live the
The Wizard of Oz:
There’s no place like home;
All the world's a stage ;
The world has been pulled
over your eyes to blind you to the truth.
The list goes on and on. My favorite is: Row, Row, Row, your boat,
gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but
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at the Conference 1997, Asheville, NC., June, 18, 1997 (Available as an
audio tape from ASD.)
Lucid Dreaming Meeting, hosted by: D'Urso, Beverly,
Association for the Study of Dreams (ASD) Conference 1996, Berkeley,
CA, July, 1996.
I learned to use my dreams to improve my life, about D'Urso, Beverly,
First for Women Magazine,Volume 8, Issue 26, June 24, 1996.
Lucid Dreaming, NBC's Next Step, May, 1996.
A Lucid Dreamer: Beverly D'Urso, ABC TV: WLS Chicago 10 O'Clock
News, May 11, 1995.
What I ultimately learned from Lucid Dreaming is Lucid Living,
Heart (D'Urso), Beverly Kedzierski, Presented at the Association
for the Study of Dreams (ASD) Conference, Santa Cruz,
CA, June, 1992.
Facing the Witches, Heart (D'Urso), Beverly, Autobiography Paper,
Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming, LaBerge, Stephen,
Ballantine Books, New York, 1990.
Dream Life, Wake Life, The Human Condition through Dreams, Globus,
Gordon, Page 60 [Kedzierski (D'Urso) , Beverly], State University
of New York Press, Albany New York, 1987.
The Three Pound Universe, Hooper, Judith and Teresi, Dick, Chapter 11
- Chuang-tzu and the Butterfly: Dreams and Reality
[Kedzierski (D'Urso) , Beverly], Jeremy P. Tarcher, Inc.,
Stephen LaBerge: The Doctor of Dreams, LIFE, October, 1986.
Personal Exploration of Lucid Dreaming, Kedzierski (D'Urso),
Beverly, Lucidity Letter, Proceedings from the Lucid Dreaming
Symposium (ASD 1986 Panel), Volume 5, Number 1, June, 1986.
The Representation of Death in my Dreams, Kedzierski (D'Urso), Beverly,
Lucidity Letter, Dream Lucidity and Death, Volume 4
Number 2, December, 1985.
Lucid Dreaming, New Age Journal, November,
Lucid Dreaming: The power of being awake and aware in your
dreams, LaBerge, Stephen, Ballantine Books, New York,
You can direct your dreams, Parade, February ,1984.
Physiological Responses to Dreamed Sexual Activity during Lucid REM
Sleep, LaBerge, S.P. , Greenleaf, W. , and Kedzierski (D'Urso),
Beverly, Psychophysiology, 20(1983): 454-55, Presented at
Asilomar Conference, Fall, 1983.
You're dreaming, but do you know it?, Smithsonian, August,
Design your own dreams, Omni, March, 1982
Discover the World of Science, Lucid Dreaming : Television
Two on the Town, A Day in the Life of Beverly: Lucid Dreamer,
Television Show, 1982.
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