(A modified and expanded version of: “A Virtual
Reality Dream: And Now for Something Completely Different ...” © 2002
E. W. Kellogg III, Ph.D., a paper published in
The Lucidity Exchange, Number
22, April 2002) The movie The
Matrix vividly portrays a world where computer technology has become
so advanced that a simulated physical reality has become indistinguishable
from the ‘real’ thing. Although
virtual reality (VR) today does
not seem anywhere as realistic, given the current rate of advancement of
computer technology (according to “Moore’s Law” computer processing
speed doubles every 18 months) that day will arrive in the not so distant
future. Of course,
dreams already provide us with a kind of ‘VR’,
one in which simulations of all of the physical senses can potentially
play a part. Also, our dream
life both reflects and incorporates elements of our waking experience - so
much so that our dreams today in many ways differ greatly from that of
earlier generations. Movies
and television have allowed us to vicariously experience everything from
baking cookies to exploring distant galaxies, and we have incorporated
these experiences into our dreams. Still,
however hypnotic, these light and sound productions seem rather crude, and
viewers must willingly “suspend disbelief” to experience the full
effect. Once perfected,
virtual reality may become perceptually indistinguishable from
‘physical reality’, or may even credibly simulate the experiences of
the most fantastic dreams. All this might
cause us to wonder - once realistic VR
becomes a part of our waking lives, what impact will it have on our
dreaming lives? Now, by
accepted definition, for a dream to qualify as lucid
in a minimal way, means that
dreamers must at least vaguely realize that they dream while
they dream. However, full
lucidity requires far more than this.
In a fully lucid dream I think clearly and remember clearly.
I feel an extraordinary sense of self, and have full command of my
intellectual and motivational abilities. But even if fully aware, dreamers
can only recognize that they dream when they encounter discrepancies
between dream phenomena and waking phenomena.
Floating in the air, or seeing that the words on a sign have
changed when you look at it twice, seem obvious cues.
But not every dream displays such cues - some simulate physical
reality seamlessly. For
example, ‘false awakenings’ can fool even the most experienced lucid
dreamers, as memory, perception, and expectation agree in a way that
deceive even the most clear thinking. So
how will lucid dreamers of the future discriminate between “dreaming of
a virtual reality”, and “a virtual reality”? Or will they?
The usual tests won’t work.
Even the most lucid and clear thinking of dreamers, might fail the
test for lucidity in a minimal sense by mistaking “a dream of a virtual
reality” for the virtual reality it simulates, failing to realize that
they dream while they dream. What
will happen to the simple definition of dream lucidity then? Sound farfetched? Well, not to me, because I’ve already had such a dream, one of the most incredible dreams that I’ve ever experienced. The dream does not qualify as a lucid dream in a technical sense, because I did not realize that I dreamed while I dreamed. And yet, my ability to think and to perceive seemed as lucid, in fact more lucid, than in all but a few of my fully lucid dreams, where qualitatively I seem at least as 'lucid' as I do in ordinary physical waking life. I’ve appended it below as an example of a new type of dream that although rare now, may soon become commonplace, as “the shape of dreams to come.” VR Dream Vol.
47 p 148: 7/8/01 "I
virtually drive a race car along a scenic and deserted race course - a
fresh blacktop highway winds through nicely simulated New England scenery
in early autumn - just a touch of color in a forest of trees and plants in
the hills and valleys I drive through. A mostly visual experience though -
not much in the way of kinesthetic sensation, only a vague sense of
movement. I come to an intersection, and decide for fun to drive down it
the wrong way. I immediately see a car heading towards me, and switch
lanes, and then I see a group of cars by the side of the road, parked.
This looks interesting - it looks like the entrance to a virtual country
club. I see a sign that says "Restaurant and Guest Area", a
place where visitors, tired of racing, can refresh themselves. I wonder
what sort of experiences they’ve programmed inside, and get out of my
car, and climb up some stone steps to find an outside bar near the
entrance to the clubhouse. An odd sort
of skinny "bartender" greets me - "Good day! What can I do
for you sir?" I ask for something simple, to see if I can taste
virtual food. I ask for a fruit, and he hands me something that looks like
an old head of decayed romaine lettuce, the leaves yellow and wilted, with
a sort of peeled "mango/pineapple" on top. I throw the
"lettuce to the ground" where an odd looking
"squirrel/monkey" "eats" it. Although the fruit looks
to have decayed at the bottom, I decide to give it a try - no need to
worry about bacteria with virtual food. I experience only a vague
sensation of chewing, and no real taste, and tell the bartender, who now
looks remarkably like a skinny frog. My
lack of sensation sets off some sort of alarm, and when I go inside a
virtual "Doctor/Programmer" in a white coat, and two
‘nurses’ in loose white gowns greet me. The "man" looks 40
or so, the "nurses", both well built and attractive in a sort of
generic way, about 30. They tell me that as a first time user, that they
need to do some testing on me so that they can recalibrate the program. I
sit on a sort of "hospital bed", while the nurses put food on
precise areas of my "tongue", careful not to touch "my
lips", trying to locate a particular taste bud, without success - I
report only vague sensations as they place virtual foods on my tongue, and
no taste. I joke that maybe I don’t have that particular taste bud
(designated by something like HMG 243). They reply that I do, but I must
have it higher up, so they’ll need to do a procedure on me to calibrate
it, so that I can get the full sensory effect. I wonder if the fact that I
do not virtually smell anything might account in part for the inadequacy
of virtual taste. Also, I do not feel comfortable about this - although
already this virtual reality program has gone far beyond my expectations,
even for the programs of 2025 or so (when I believe this takes place), I
do not like the idea that it might somehow modify my physical body. I
don’t understand how it could do so either - I vaguely remember myself
as "hooked up", my physical body lying on a bed somewhere, but
do not recall doing it in a hospital environment or even at a VR
hookup institution. In fact if anything, I remember simply going online at
home, perhaps wearing a helmet and goggles. But I can’t remember
details. The
"Doctor" comes over, using a spatula to place virtual food to
different spots on the side of my tongue - I tell him that I feel that
most of my taste receptors lie in the middle of my tongue and in the back,
and that he should try there. The two nurses come in - one holds a glass
with "banana" pieces in it - she plans to place it in the middle
of my tongue to test what will happen. I convince them to let me try, and
they reluctantly agree, telling me not to touch my lips with the glass or
banana piece as I do so, as it will destroy the effect. I tip the glass
over my mouth, and drop a piece in the middle of my tongue. As the piece
passes my lips, I immediately feel an odd sensation - my lips feel hot, as
if suffused on the inside with hot sauce. This sensation quickly passes. I
begin to chew and the texture of the piece gets stronger and stronger,
almost like in waking physical reality (WPR), at which point I begin to taste "banana" as well -
at about 50% WPR intensity. I
let them know and they feel pleased with my success. I lie down on the
bed, and one of the nurses begins testing my sense of body sensation of
touch, touching the sides of my abdomen and my chest. When I again report
success, that this feels virtually real, she tells me to touch her. She
crouches more or less on top of me as I do so, touching "her" on
the sides and on the breasts - her "flesh" feels very firm, but
also somehow cold, and somehow lifeless. When I touch her breasts, she
tells me that when fully calibrated, clients can do anything that they
want to with the virtual women, up to and including fully satisfying
"sex". I feel intrigued - although "she" looks a bit
generic and vacuous, her large "breasts" hang almost fully
exposed to my view as she crouches over me. However, the coldness of her
body, and the "no one at home" expression in her eyes (like the
robot saloon girl in the movie "Westworld") puts me off. Also I
wonder about where the data of the clients activities goes - and if one
can depend on the company to keep the information reliably confidential. I
decline her offer, but only tell her as a reason about the coldness of her
body to the touch. They institute a procedure - a thermal wrap around my
physical hand? - to correct this problem. It works - my right hand
immediately feels very hot and flushed. To celebrate
my success, they take me to the "restaurant", where the
maitre’d shows me to a table in a luxurious country club setting - lots
of polished wood and an extensive menu. I wonder about eating the food
here - although clearly I need not restrict myself to a vegetarian diet, I
have no desire to try virtual meat dishes either, although that seems most
of what they offer. "Two women" come over and ask if they can
join me - one looks around 40, the other in her teens. They both present
themselves as "real people", who have visited VR
a few times but who still feel quite excited about it all. I ask the older
one about her icon (VR body) -
she comments she looks like this for variety, she could look like a
teenager if she chose. She demonstrates this to me - as she brushes her
hair back with her hand, she transforms her icon to 18 or so in
appearance, but then she transforms her icon back to its original
appearance. They tell me they feel really honored to sit with a
"Professor", and I realize I have not seen my own icon yet. I
look in the window glass - which makes a good mirror, and see myself - I
look tall and thin, I have a full head of straight white hair more or less
sticking up, and a pair of glasses with thick black frames. I laugh - I
look like a Western scientist as portrayed in a Japanese cartoon! I
appreciate the logic behind my icon choice, but respond with some dismay
on my icon’s thin arms and narrow shoulders. I grin as I ruefully tell
the two women that all of that work at weight training and exercising over
the years in my WPR health club apparently seemed in vain . . . As I reflect on my own VR
body, I also wonder about the two "women" with me, and what
their physical bodies look like, if they really have physical bodies and
do not seem especially well animated VR
simulations. "Are
you a first timer?" the "older woman" asks. I tell her not
exactly, the friend who recommended the program to me (Steve S.) had told
me quite a bit about it, and I have had extensive experiences in another
kind of virtual reality as an adept lucid dreamer. They look puzzled so I
explain lucid dreaming to them, "knowing that you dream while you
dream", fully conscious in the "original virtual world".
Further, I explain how the phenomenological epoché, has just as much relevance here in this virtual reality
as it does in dream reality. That by focusing on your direct experience,
and suspending judgment in the assumptions that you make about what you
experience, you can perceive more clearly. For example, here in VR you don’t know if you deal with "real" people - WPR
people manifesting through icons, or with "virtual people".
Because of my own phenomenological attitude, I realized from the outset
that I did not know into which category I should place them, and that the
same situation applied for them in respect to me. With a laugh they
respond, "Well, you already know more than we do!" A sort of
alarm goes off, and the "Doctor" shows up at our table, telling
us that all guests have to exit the program, as some sort of problem has
come up. In the background I hear a rumor that some boy has died online. I
feel unhappy and frustrated that I have to leave just as I’d begun to
get the hang of this program, but move towards the lobby, where a
"woman" directs "guests/WPR
people" to go to one side of the room, and virtual people to the
other. I see with some interest, that the two "women" who had
sat at the table with me go to the "virtual people" side of the
room. I call to them that they might want to try exiting through the
"real people" portal. The woman directing guests says "Any
virtual people who try to leave by the guest gate will not survive, they
will disintegrate." One of the "women", now an attractive
honey blonde looks at me questioningly. I tell her "Who knows what
will happen if you try to leave by the guest portal? You may make it
across to physical reality, or you may indeed get destroyed. You have to
choose." She decides to try going through the guest portal, and to
chance dissolution. I tell her "I can offer no guarantee, you may in
fact disintegrate, but if you do make it through, I’ll look after
you." We go into a
large elevator like room. (As we wait for it to activate, in the
background I see a boy, who wears a rather undersized scrawny icon,
complaining to his father that he lost his fat/mass allotment to his
sister during the transition when they entered this virtual reality
program because of a computer glitch. She likes the result, which gave her
a better body, and refuses to give the mass back. The father patiently
reminds the boy - obviously for the third or fourth time, that the
computer people agreed to keep the settings that way, and he had already
agreed to it.) The elevator activates, I sense movement and see lights
flashing, and for a moment my blond companion looks like she’ll make it.
But then I see her begin to evaporate before my eyes, until nothing more
than a conical wedge of pseudo flesh remains, about a foot long and
shrinking rapidly. I pick it up, and as it disappears I wonder if virtual
people have souls, and if so, where they go. Feeling a bit saddened, and
hoping that she still exists in some form, I wish "her" well. Suddenly,
with a small shock I find myself in an enormous room, at the top of some
giant stairs, feeling quite disoriented. I feel pain as if something like
a claw had just slashed my leg, but looking around I see nothing. I assume
I still seem in VR, but somehow
dumped into another program. I then see a huge "lion" 10 feet
high stalking me. I jump, and find myself near the ceiling, 40 feet up or
so. The cat nearly slashes me again as I go down, chasing me as I jump
around. Finally, I wonder if my lucid dreaming skills might work, as the
program must have some sort of hook up with my mind and my beliefs, so on
the next jump I call out "Up! Up!" and achieve a sort of
unstable levitation - just high enough to avoid the cat. But now that I
have the leisure to look, I see that the "lion" actually looks
like a big orange housecat. As I continue to levitate, I increase in size
until I now fit my surroundings - in an analogue of my usual human size,
in an ordinary house, with an ordinary orange housecat. The housecat now
ignores me, and I see another virtual animal - a Labrador retriever with a
red coat. I pat it on the head, wondering just how attached one could
become to these virtual animals, which somehow still seem sort of empty,
despite the realistic detail." RWPR Commentary After awakening I
felt greatly disoriented and uncoordinated, and could hardly navigate
around the room to get a pen and notepad. Everything felt unreal. I also
felt a strange tingling sensation in my body, and felt absolutely amazed
that I could have had such a completely different "dream" from
any I had experienced before - with over 15,000 recorded! I’d eaten and
done nothing unusual to account for the dream - and had not even taken a B
vitamin before retiring at about 2 AM. I also had no overt day residue to
account for it, although I did see a movie titled "Chain
Reaction" with Keanu Reeves (who starred in The
Matrix) the evening before. Also, some of the background details
may have come from Tad Williams’ Otherland,
the last volume in a series of books set mostly in a detailed virtual
reality which I’d read about two months ago. During the
experience, although fully lucid in both thought and in perception, I
remained almost entirely cut off from any memories of my actual waking
physical reality situation. Instead, I had a false set of memories, in
which I remembered trying out a VR
racing car simulation on the recommendation of a friend, sometime around
2025 C.E., which I remembered as "now". I had some difficulty
remembering details during the experience, but with everything else going
on, I did not have the leisure to reflect on the few inconsistencies that
puzzled me. Only at the very end, after successfully levitating in the air
to escape the claws of the housecat/lion, did I even vaguely consider the
possibility that I might actually dream the experience - but with the
false memory I had as a foundation, the VR
explanation appeared far more congruent and convincing. In
point of fact, my assumption that I experienced a virtual reality and not a dream as such, facilitated a mindset that made me more
critically and continuously aware of discrepancies than in even fully
lucid dreams. The incredibly detailed memory that I had after I
awakened, may have resulted from the intense mental focus that I directed
at what I experienced, during the experience.
In fully lucid dreams I now take it for granted - in a general way
- that dream objects have bizarre attributes. Because of this attitude, I
only occasionally look at specific dream objects in a critical way to see
how they compare with their waking physical reality counterparts. In this VR scenario, I felt keenly interested in how well VR
objects simulated the corresponding WPR
objects, and consciously and continuously noted any of the discrepancies
between what I saw, and the physical reality counterparts they
"simulated". I made extensive use of quotation marks (" ") in the dream account above to indicate my continuous and overt awareness - even in minor details - that I experienced VR objects and not WPR objects. Because of this critical mindset, I looked at everything in the dreamscape with fresh eyes, trying to take nothing for granted. Even so, in a technical sense this dream does not qualify as a "lucid" because I did not realize that I dreamed. Only the fact that I based my judgment of the situation on a false (or perhaps a future?) 2025 memory prevented me from realizing that I dreamed. The VR explanation just seemed far more congruent with what I experienced than did a dream explanation. This experience brings to light some interesting speculations on the relationships between lucidity, memory and personal identity. Ed Kellogg, Ph.D. - host of the Association for the Study of Dreams' Paranormal Phenomena Forum.
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