Bladinus

This is a non lucid recurring dream of mine which I have been having for years.

When I was a kid, I knew of quite a few places which were magical in their own way. Places that the adults in my life just couldn’t quite grasp the importance of. A forest, filled with half-realized hopes and monsters which tore down trails at break-neck speeds. A field, which was so obviously a native burial ground to my young mind, and yet for every place of wonder or adventure there is always at least one place which is just wrong. An abandoned house a mile away which local legend holds to be haunted. Such places just feel bad, dried-out, used-up. If I had to pick one way to describe the place where this dream took me it would be just that-used up.
So far as dreams go, this one starts out pretty slow and uninteresting. I wander, it feels as though I have been wandering for a long while. I can feel a deep sense of thirst at the back of my throat, but I know that there is no water. I am in the middle of a most peculiar desert for some reason that I can’t quite put my finger on. On some level, I know that this is a journey which I have made before. The desert surrounding me on all sides glitters in the moonlight with a crystalline beauty which does nothing to dispel that sense of wrongness. I look off into the distance “North?” and can make out several large crystalline spires in the distance. The ground itself, even the omnipresent wind in this area all shimmer with that same beauty as the spires. Rather than this desert being made out of sand, it is made out of salt.
I make my way to the closest one of the spires and am rewarded for my trouble with the sight of an absolutely massive beached warship. It seemed that the salt from the area had built up on and all around this boat, eventually the boat had become one with the salt spire itself. I am just about to walk up to the large gash in the bottom of the ship when I abruptly wake up, just the way that I always do at this point. I was really hoping to get farther this time.

Ever since I have began my lucid dreaming journey, a journey which was in large part a result of my reading the dream journal of Hyu "http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/hyu/" I have longed to experience some of the amazing things which were, apparently, happening to my fellow DV members. Well, a few nights ago I had my chance.

My dream starts in a city shrouded in a constant fog. The thing that I remember most from before I gained my lucidity was the smell. It was that strange mix of decaying garbage and industrial pollutants unique to the slums of a thousand cities. My non-lucid self was wandering this city in search of something which eludes me now. I eventually had the good fortune to look up into the sky, as soon as I did, I gained lucidity from the mother of all reality checks. Note to self: if the moon has a face then either A-you are playing Majora's Mask or B- you are dreaming. Once I gained my lucidity I immediately began to more thoroughly survey my surroundings. The city appeared to be a steampunk meets bladerunner version of New York. Having looked around I immediately began to try to exercise some of my lucid abilities. I succeeded in a few minor telekinetic feats, such as knocking the hats off of a few DC's. "BTW if someone ever responds to you knocking their hat their head by telling you :Thank you sir, that hat made me look like a pretentious prick, you are probably dreaming." I quickly grew bored of telekinesis and decided to see what else I could do. With no real goal in mind I raised my hand above my head and snapped my fingers. What happened next is a memory which I shall carry for the rest of my days, with a snap of my fingers I had changed the very night sky itself. All of the stars had changed position and color. I saw stars blink out of existence and other, new stars, take their place. I saw whole galaxies simply appear out of nothingness, and spiral into impossible shapes. As you can probably imagine I was entertained by this for quite a while, I stood in place and snapped my fingers repeatably and just stared at the sky. I eventually had my fill of watching the stars and decided that it was time for me to try something a little more challenging. I have never succeeded in making a portal to anywhere in a dream and was initially at a loss for a destination, then it hit me. I was going to try to make a portal to Terraluna. It seemed rather appropriate that the location that inspired my lucid journey would be the first place where I would teleport to. I stared at the spot on the cobbled pavement where I wanted the portal to appear and focused on the idea of terraluna, on the image that I had formed from reading Hyu's journal. I began to speak out loud the command "take me to terraluna". Over and over, I repeated the command and as I did so the spot where I was focusing on began to smoke, then the beginnings of a black portal took shape over the pavement. I repeated my chant over and over with increasing conviction, but, to my dismay the portal wasn't stable. In the end my portal collapsed with a crack. I had failed to create the portal that I had been so intent on creating, but I had managed to create a very pretty black scorch mark on the ground. It looked like one of those mystic circles which have become so popular in anime and games in recent years. I was preparing to try again when I was woken by my alarm going off. I had failed in my attempt.

This isn't over. I am going to get stronger, develop my technique, and try again. No matter what it takes I am getting to Terraluna.