>It has been a couple of times that in a lucid dream, while trying to invoke a fairly specific character (in my case, embodying some kind of wisdom), some kind of defiled version is invoked instead. I think my mistake has been consider it defiled rather than suspend judgment and still regard it as a potentially wise character (in my case, since I was seeking wisdom), since the judgment 'defiled' is only based on the appearence of the character. This is, of course, because judging it as defiled will very likely unconsciously project defiled qualities into it, something which seems to be part of the logic of dreams.
>Once i was trying to invoke a specific character. I was struggling to control my lucid dreams, as somehow i would get either too excited and wake up, fly or do some sexual stuff impulsevily which would again make me wake up or loose lucidity, or i would be incapacitated to act due to some force, for example, i would be unable to moove and fly off to the sea, or the world would get too confusing to act.
>But this time I was fully lucid, and I recalled my premeditated objective to first gain awareness of my surroundings and interact with it in a modest way, in order to not get ahead of myself. In this case i spoke to a real life friend, which happened to be there in a bus with me. As we walked out of a metro station (the bus turned into a metro) that suddenly turned into some kind of liminal office space with narrow halways full of doors. The friend suddently turned in some kind chibi version of himself in a small car bandicoot-racing style and left off, and i felt ready to invoke this wisdom character, which i already thought of doing by opening a door and projecting him with my intention into the room. I did exactly that, because it was this place full of doors. Now, this character i was trying to invoke has a best friend, which i was also trying to invoke that time. But what appeard when I fully opened the door and the full extension of the room was visible was that two very grotesque versions of the characters were there instead, sitting in a table. I said that they were defiled versions of this characters, but one didnt look like the character or his best friend at all, save for the color of the hair and being old. They both looked very worned out, with almost a putrid quality to their skin and a very ambiguous and off-looking gaze, one of them as if he was retarded and the other one with some vague kind of arbitrary hostility, such as that which some deranged homeless people can sometimes give you. This one was more similar to the character in question, but as if he was his crackhead, demacrated brother, and the other one was balding and had what seemed to be a mountain of pus crowning his scalp, oozing out from its crater.
>I was a bit shocked, but tried not to loose my cool and asked: "alright, who is [the character]?" They said that he was right there, pointing right outside my visual field in the back corner of the room in which there lied a coffin, and they also said that they were gathered there to mourn him. I felt uneased by this, but i still tried to hold it and said: "alright, then which of you is [the character's best friend]?" And they said that they werent willing to disclose that kind of information. They gave off a pissed and hostile vibe at that point, but not a menacing or dangerous one. I decided to leave the room and try again with another room, but the doors either wouldnt open or contained a hallway that impossibly lead to the invocation room. So i said: "fuarrrk it", and I phased through a window and started to fly. Then i realized that in waking life it must be late, i had a notion of how much time had passed in the dream since i had woken up earlier and it was 7 am, so i figured it would be 10:30 /11:00 am at that point, and used some unknown mental switch in order to wake up, and that was the end of it.
ANYWAYS
What are your experiences or stories with dream invocation?