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1st Dream:

I was in the dirt road outside of my house with my dad and sister. It was night time and pretty dark- I usually don't have dreams about the night unless they are bad or scary (I'm a day person ). We were playing basketball and using one of our cats, Uno, as a ball. I know that might seem kinda messed up- but Uno seemed to like and was just fine with it and it didn't hurt her. After using her for a minute- I wanted to use an actual ball so I spawned one in my hands.

We had fun playing for a few minutes, as our cat watched us and purred. A few cars went by, so we had to move. After about 4 went by, Uno thought it would be a good idea to try and cross the road to meet us. All of the sudden a car went by really fast as it was chased by a cop without its lights on. I screamed "UNO! NO!"- but it was too late. It was literally the worst sound I ever heard in a dream. I woke myself up right after that happened.

2nd Dream:

I was in the cafeteria, only it looked like the cafeteria at Manchester Central- not the school I go to. It was sunny out side- and I was sitting with my friends. I remember Steven was there and same with Max and a few other people. I got up to go to the kitchen and buy something. The kitchen area looked just like it does at the school where I go. As I went in side, I realized that the only thing they were selling was muffins. They had so many different kinds, but for some reason they all had what looked like celery coming out of the tops. I realized Bobby was in the kitchen trying to decide what to buy, too. I said "Hi" to him and I don't think he answered. I picked up a cinnamon muffin and went on my way to the table (I don't remember actually paying for it). I was going to sit down with my friends- but people sat down in my spot. I just sat at the table next to it and kept looking at where my friends were sitting.

Just a side note about the last dream, in the end I actually did sit with my friends. After I sat down at my friends table- someone went on 4chan but I don't really remember the reason.

I had many dreams today, but I will write down only the first and the last one.

I am in a house in the mountains with my mother. Suddenly I remember something about a "complex". The complex is a principle, which is most important in life, and you have to investigate it. However, the complex has the power to make every human forget about it, so you have to try really hard not to lose sight of the principle. Most people forget it, and are forced to life in oblivion.

This dream has a nightmarish feeling, but I feel like I had the same dream a very long time ago. I like how the "complex" has many similarities to lucidity in dreams.

I am at a Go tournament, but there is a long tunnel which leeds to the currently running Wacken festival. The tunnel has yellow walls. I arrive at the stage, people are waiting for a band to perform. I see someone I know at the front, and go to see him. I shake his hand, he asks me what I am doing here. I tell him that there is a tournament going on. The band starts, but it is hiphop. Almost everyone leaves, me too. But I take the wrong tunnel back, I arrive at a place which looks like a monastery area. I decide to find the way back to the tournament above ground. The sun is shining, I have a walk through some woods, until I find a playground. Kids in native american clothes are playing around. I aproach an adult looking over them, and as him in which direction the big tunnel is. He tells me, and I start to walk this direction. On the way, randomly start wondering if I am dreaming. "How could this be, I can remember everything what happened, everything is vivid. I can even remember what happened in the previous dream."I realize that I am dreaming, but wake up.

I lie in bed, and do not move. I do some DEILD techniques, and decide to roll into the next dream.

Still lying in my bed, I open my eyes. I see my room, but it is dark. I clap my hands and say "light". It gets a bit brighter, but somehow, I didn't see my hands clapping, I only felt it. I try to get up, can feel everything, but my vision stays the same. I try to correct my vision, but somehow it is stuck. I think "maybe my eyes are open for real, but the rest of my mind is stuck in this dream. I think about the whole weirdness of the experience, and wake up.

I don't remember much of this dream. My grandma visited us but nothing else happened. I only remember a tiny bit but I won't bore you with it.

The dream began in a symphony hall, where my shoes, which were off, and my guitar case were sitting next to me. I was talking to other fellow musicians casually about the performance that was about to come up, and enjoying the conversation. I left the hall to go home, and became unconscious in my dream. I woke up, and went back the symphony hall which felt like it was the next day, and just so happened to be the day of the performance. I had a worry in the back of my head that I had lost my shoes since I left them in the hall, but I soon found them right next to my guitar case where I left them. I put them on and strapped my instrument around my neck and walked backstage so I could enter the stage when the performance began. From what I can remember, we only played one song which was one originally created by me in real life yet it had a twist to it. Instead of the typical 4 piece band instruments, an entire symphony was there to back it up. It sounded so beautiful, I had such an extreme feeling of joy that I will never forget. After the song ended the crowd listening roared with applause. I cannot even begin to explain what this felt like. The dream transitioned to where I was laying in my bed with my guitar jamming away the same leads I had just played with the symphony. My family seemed to be proud of me for what I was doing. I set down my guitar, and walked outside where a different landscape was than in real life. Instead of being my usual yard, I found myself in a huge grassy prairie with trees bordering the grass. There were multiple people I knew here, and they had balloons in their hands. When I got a hold of one of the balloons I began to float. Once I reached 30 feet, I equalized and just floated around above everyone. This sensation was much MUCH more vivid than any sensation I have ever gotten while flying in a lucid dream. It was fantastic! I soon figured out that I could control my elevation above the ground. I was having fun with it for a while, when one of the balloons I was holding popped. I slowly floated back to the ground, and decided I wanted to try and find more balloons so I could float around some more. I was successful in retrieving more balloons, but I could never manage to float as high as I initially had. It didn't matter to me though. The atmosphere was so positive and filled me with some of the brightest emotions I have ever experienced. Truly amazing.

April 9, 2011
Lucid Dream 211: Kazaana!!!
Series: Task-tacular, Episode 1
DILD
around 8:30am



Me, Cliff, Deej, and Mike were on top of a ridge, deep in the mountains. We knew we were being followed. I noticed someone all the way across the valley. I told Cliff to hand me the rifle he was carrying. He said, "Ok, but there is no way you can hit him from this far away." I took the rifle and laid down in a sniper position. The target was running. I compensated for the distance (drop of the bullet), the wind, and the targets movement in my aim. I then fired a shot and watched. The target dropped to the ground a few minutes later and I knew I had nailed him. It was an impossible shot. I noticed a ton of people down in the valley. They started spraying AK rounds at us. We took off running through the woods and ended up at a log cabin.

We entered the cabin to find Randy Couture waiting on us. He was in black mercenary type gear. We talked for a bit and I somehow realized he was a traitor and was trying to set us up. He pulled out a gun, but I swiftly kicked it from his hand. We fought for a bit and I knew I was over matched. There was an old school wood stove with a set of iron tongs sticking out of it. I grabbed the tongs and pulled them from the stove. The opposite end of the handle was orange from sitting in the fire. I closed the tongs on Randy's face and buckled him to his knees. I then stole his combat knife and slit his throat. he started coughing up blood and then fell over. I instantly became lucid after this.

The dream scene had completely changed and I was in a parking lot with Deej. I told him, "Let's go ghost hunting!" In high school all of us would go visit so called, "haunted" places and film it on my old palmcorder. Deej gestured for me to follow him to his truck. We hopped in and took off driving. Deej wasn't following the roads at all. We drove through yards, fields, and wooded areas. Finally, I decided to speed things up. I told him I would fly the car and he could navigate.

I lifted the car into the air and moments later he told me to land it beside an old mansion. I looked down below and saw a huge manor. I landed the car in the front yard and there was a sign that said, "Oak Ridge Manor." I walked up to the door and kicked it open. I got a pretty creepy feeling. I had decided how I wanted to imprison the ghosts. I felt around my pocket and imagined prayer beads. I felt them and pulled them out. I performed the finger through the palm RC. When my finger inserted into my palm, I swirled it around and created a hole in my hand. Suddenly, a massive force began swirling in the hole. I quickly wrapped the prayer beads around my hand to stop it. I then walked into the house.

Deej started a sinister laugh. I turned and saw that his eyes were blood red. He slammed the door shut and I heard him lock me in. I laughed at the thought of being stopped by a door lock, but continued through the mansion. I exit the small waiting room and was now in a large grand hall. The room suddenly lit up bright and then began to flicker from a bright room to complete darkness. I heard weird screams and noises that sounded kind of like monkeys. Suddenly, these weird monkey/human hybrids came flying out from the walls. They were all ghosts and had bat-like wings. There were statues and vases lined up around the great hall and the monkey ghost people began tossing them at me. I dodged a few of them and positioned myself in the corner of the room. I then held out my hand, pulled off the prayer beads and shouted, "WIND TUNNEL!!" Miroku style. Miroku is a character from the anime, Inuyasha. He has a cursed hand that acts much like a black hole.

The monkey ghost people were quickly sucked into my hand, along with the vases statues and any other objects laying around the room. The large rug in the room, a few plants, and some chunks of the walls/ceiling as well. I could feel every object entering my hand. I could then feel the objects travel through my arm and disperse throughout my body. It felt a lot like when a nurse first puts an IV in your arm. I could feel the energy from all of these things coursing through me. I felt much more powerful. I decided to try and suck in the entire mansion.

I concentrated and the walls started ripping apart. Many more ghosts started getting sucked into my hand. The walls and roof collapsed and was sucked into my hand as well. I could feel myself swelling with power. It felt like my entire hand was the black hole. I looked down and noticed by hand was just a black void. It slowly spread up my arm and I knew what was happening. I just let it continue. The entire mansion was gone and the black hole was spreading. It soon covered my entire arm and chest. A few moments later I was swallowed up completely by the black hole.

I floated around in a black void for a while and decided to try and fly somewhere. No matter what, I just flew around in this pitch black void. I eventually woke up.

Kazaana is the japanese word for Miroku's wind tunnel if you were wondering .

Series Details
In the dream series, "Task-tacular," I take on the Advanced Tasks of the Month, Tasks of the Year, or some other sort of predetermined dream task. Stay tuned for more episodes in the series.

All I can remember is that it took place in a city. It was an average looking city with a few skyscrapers and concrete buildings. They style of the buildings remind me of an industrial sector of a city. Nothing seemed built for looks, rather it was for efficiency. It was in the daytime and I remember being in this abandoned building that walls had crumbed. I felt so alone, there was nobody but myself. At the same time, it was a feeling of awe at what I was seeing in the city. It was silent, peaceful, and relaxing. In a way, it was both depressing and inspiring. There was also a canal nearby with a bridge leading to the other side of the city. Everything just gets fuzzy after that sadly.

I don't know why, but if I could have this dream again, I would. It just left me feeling strange...
Hard to describe, but all I know is that I need to work on recall and detail since those have slipped past me.
But not for long!

There was some kind of movie where some hobos story was played out yet that hobo didnt accept the movie existed as it was somehow offending to the hobo.
Later hobo was offered money for that he would accept the movie and and hobo revealed that he was instead a bored super agent who just had been in the town for a while.

// In the second dream i was "my" laptop roaming internet my friend sent me link to some fella that had 36400 posts in furaffinity forums(weirdly enough ive been to furaffinity only once)

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4-11-11

The Void
Lucid 80%

I was in my childhood home and realized this was a dream sign! I shouted “this is a dream!” and my much younger mom, aged appropriately for the era, looks at me like “What?” I run outside as a little kid and then age up to my present age as I run for the street; I can make great wormholes here on the flat surface. I pointed but nothing happened. I flicked my hand and bam there was a small black wormhole on the street. “Oh crap I have no idea for what I want to do!” I try to think of my dream goals and the wormhole vanishes but I try to think some more while keeping hold of the dreams lucidity, kind of like dribbling 2 basketballs at once. I dig and come up with a memory of summoning myself and flick another wormhole but this one is deformed looking like spilt ink. ‘Summoning myself on any other day would be a cool idea but I want something less me, more mind blowing, I got to think!’ “I got it! I can look for something to do with my career path” and I flick open a perfect wormhole and stand on it.
I get sucked down into my wormhole and I see blackness then out of the void pictures start rolling by from left to right. All are big pictures with maybe a perfect tree on one and the next has a motorcycle on one [btw I saw this same motorcycle in the last wormhole I created and have no interest in motorcycles]. One picture has a lot of words in boxes connected by lines and then the next has a girl blowing bubbles into the air . They all seemed like they were representing something. They seemed pretty endless so I latched onto one by touching it and was sucked in and wound up in a well lit hallway with wooden bookshelves on either side. A woman, blond in her mid 20’s in casual business attire, said to me forcefully “Well now that you’re here we can get down to business.” Then they all (the 3 other women of about the same age and dress) started walking for the office at the end of the hall so I joined them. Once in the office I sat in one of the plush and comfy leather seats and she asked me what my other offers where, caught off guard by this whole thing I said nothing (hey less than a minute ago I was out on the street outside my childhood home!). She took my quietness as stalling and said “well we have a pretty good package here and have connections.” I got a thought from someone else in the room that the connections were political and Bill Clinton might be involved but this was not talked about openly (yay for telepathy!). She walked behind the big desk with tons of stuff on it from different people and lots of papers. The office looked cool to me, I love so much detail in these nonphysical places. She sat on the corner of the desk (I got the idea it really wasn’t her place to be sitting in the seat) and said, “So ok let’s talk.” I felt too much on the spot and had a good enough time so I pulled out of the dream and woke up to happily record my LD.

Once awake I realize how tired I really was and waited a second to recall my dream before I recorded it.

Assassin
lucid 50%

I am in a holding cell with a Plexiglas wall. Me and this other guy are in this one cell and we are assassins and our skills are going to be tested. There is a woman in the other cell by herself so we 3 will be tested and only one will get the assignment. The guy in my cell wonders if I can take him but I know this is a dream and he doesn’t stand a chance but I keep hearing his thought “can I take him?” I decide to school him a bit. My mind goes into hyper fast thought, realizing he is too far away to start on him with my hands I kick my chair at him and jump thorough the air at him. I land as he catches the chair and holds it as a shield as he falls back onto the floor. He is strong and using his hands and knees to hold the chair up so any force going down is not going to do much so I push the shielding chair in the direction of his head just a bit so I can step on his groin. I didn’t step hard just enough to get a needed reaction, he lowers the chair over his groin and I bring around my hand using my thumb as a small knife to prove my point as it stops just outside his neck. He looks at my hand and knows he has been beaten and would have been dead in seconds had a real knife entered his carotid arteries this way.

I wake up and this time write stuff down!

My dad and I are in a snow covered wooded area. I have a feeling we are on snowmobiles. To my left is a rusted 5m tall fence. Behind it is a sloped area void of trees with two 1m diameter rusted metal pipes on either side. I ask what they are for, and my dad says that they are for skiing. I ask how to ski, and we continue on our way. (dream skips) I am at the starting line for a skiing race. It is dusk. I get 2 practice runs before I have to start. The entire course is very short. Before I start each time I have to stand behind the starting line, throw a ball forward, and then begin. I do my two practice runs, and when I do the actual one (I'm racing a girl named T) I drop the ball. The thing starts and when I finally pick up the ball, she's ahead if me. I catch up and it's neck to neck, but at the last second, she pulls ahead and we enter a green plastic tube. We continue in the tube, not racing now, but T will abruptly stop at times making me bump into her, and makes me a bit annoyed. The tube is weird and slants at times at impossible angles, and suddenly drops into tubes below. (dream skips)

1. Fragment:
I walked down the hall in my dream house to the bathroom where my mom was drying her hair. I picked up a second hair dryer and started drying my own. Miraculously, my hair was straight and sexy as hell. (IRL I have an afro)

2. Non-lucid Dream:
Hard to remember what order things happened in... In the beginning, there was a flash flood. The water seemed to flow uphill, which I knew was in contradiction to my real house, yet I was standing in my dream house. I walked to another side of the house and watched the water roll down the hill from a pine tree grove and crash against the house gently like waves. When the water cleared, people started showing up at the house and I had no clue why. The only two faces I remember distinctly were my mother's and that of a guy named Julian who I hardly even know. More people showed up and it turned into a party. This change didn't occur smoothly. The dream seemed to skip around and my dream house's interior completely changed (to all wood. It was quite nice, actually). By the time the dream was solid again, everybody was totally smashed. I went upstairs to my dream sister's room. (I call her that because she neither looks like, nor has anything to do with my real sister.) There were about four or five kids sleeping up there. I was looking for something but I didn't know what, so I felt stupid for even being in her room. I remember seeing in my particularly vivid search, a magic 8-ball in its box and some stacks of Nintendo DS games including versions of pokemon that don't exist (yet? Maybe I foresaw the future of pokemon?? ) I don't remember anything after that nor do I remember where or how the dream ended.

Falling, Jen, Mirrors
Method WILD
Lucidity B
Vividness B
Control C
I was in bed, trying to fall asleep, not really trying to WILD. I start to have hallucinations and I just enjoy them for a while. Then I have that "wait, am I dreaming or awake" feeling. So I imagine myself falling through the bed. I have found this to be the most reliable method of transitioning into WILD.

So, sure enough, after a few seconds, I fall through the bed. I'm falling through darkness with a few flashes of white light surrounding me. I think Hmm, what should I do? The last time I was falling in a WILD I just kept falling for like 10 minutes. I recall a recent goal: summon Jen and tell her I'm over her. Jen is my ex-girlfriend. But I'm thinking too much and not paying attention to the dream. I snap back into my bed and become conscious of my body. Time to fall again.

I re-enter the dream, again falling through the bed. This time I imagine landing somewhere. After a few moments, I land inside a building. It seems like a hotel. I'm in a hallway dimly lit by lamps. An old woman is leading me through the hallway toward a room. We enter a room with impressive double doors. The room is mostly dark, lit only from the lamps in the hallway through the door. I notice a bed and an set of drawers with a modern look and bright orange paint. Strange.

I turn and say goodbye as the women walks out the door. I remember I was going to summon someone. I step out into the hallway and shout to the woman: "I'm expecting a guest. Could you show her in when she arrives?" Confident that will work, I step back into the room. I try the light switch, but it doesn't work. Oh, right. Of course. I think I should just leave the doors open to let the light in. I turn to and see that the double doors are now made of glass. I catch my reflection in the glass. I try to look at it more closely, but then I see a girl walking down the hallway toward me.

The girl walks in. It's not Jen. She has long black hair and is wearing black jeans and a black coat. She has an obnoxiously large purse on her arm. She is short and a bit frumpy. Her face is definitely not Jen. I smile politely and she smiles at me. Maybe I said something but I don't remember. I turn her around and gesture toward the door for her to leave. I turn away, looking around the room, as if to give the dream a chance to try again. I notice a mirror in the room and walk towards it to see my reflection. I catch a glimpse but again become aware of a girl walking into the room.

The next girl is also not Jen. She is very tall with dark hair. She is wearing a dark top but only a tiny black thong for bottoms. And she has knee-high black boots. I admire her long legs for a moment, mesmerized. I snap out of it as she walks up to me and puts her arms around me. It's still not Jen. I am a bit annoyed. Then it occurs to me that this very tall woman might actually be a transvestite. Not a pleasant thought. I'm knocked out of the dream and back in my bed. I'm still in sleep paralysis so I try once more to fall through the bed.

And once again I am falling. All black with flashes of white light. I think to re-enter the hotel scene. But I land in a room that's quite different. It's dark and still. Some light comes through a large window on the wall. Outside, it is raining with flashes of lightning. The room is ornately decorated. It's hard to describe. Imagine a study or library in an old castle but slightly more modern. I walk across the room and catch my reflection in the window glass from a distance. I look older. I'm dressed in a nice gray suit and I have a neatly trimmed beard. I look pretty sharp actually. Is this me in ten years? The reflection in the window flickers with the light outside so I turn to the wall where I see a mirror. I look closely but don't see much because it's dark. I look more like my usual self, with no beard. It looks like I'm wearing something over my head covering my ears like headphones.

I lean in until my face is right up to the mirror. I still struggle to make out some detail. I'm not sure what I'm looking for. Then I feel that I'm being pulling to the mirror. This could be interesting, let's see where this goes. I'm pulled into a dark tunnel and seem to fly for a bit into the void. Then the dream fades and I wake up.

It was my 9th WILD, and after sp, I was wisked into a dark tunnle with red shards of glass rotating around me. Then, one of them cut my leg (Witch hurt like hell btw) and I was put in this epic ocarina-of-time type forest with this epic remote with one button. Then, I imagined a button that said mirror and suddenly, a golden mirror rushed out of the Earth. I stared for a while, and I was this epic bad-ass with black flowing hair and yellow eyes with a golden glowing sword. Then the world changed into an open field, so I changed my breathing and woke myself up.

Back in the days of my youth, I was constantly beset by nightmares. Not the sort you see with Freddy Kruger, those mean claws of his and the weak minded kids he tore limb from limb, I mean real nightmares; the sort of stuff you wanna tear your eyes out and pour acid into your eardrums to escape the sensory overload. A pure and primal, instinctual fear so connected to your spinal column a mere thought can kill you.



During these intense nightmares (these are the ones most people wake up screaming but cant remember.. lucky bastards) I couldn't escape, I could wake up from them, but as soon as I went back to sleep it would begin again, so I learnt to just ride them till the roller coaster stopped at the gates. That was until I found tuition within this otherworldly realm.



My first tutor was a Caribou, a sort of deer with spiraled horns and a brown & white coat (of fur not the stylish human sort) and this Caribou taught me how to run. Not like the 100m in under 10secs but more like the world whizzing by like a blur and sound can't catch you up. We raced till the world around us was made of a pure white light, we raced till you couldn't see where you were but only where you were going. This dream was short, maybe lasting a few minutes at most, and it was one of the first dreams I enjoyed, I awoke feeling great the next day, powerful even. I must add, I was expecting to be able to run faster yet was disappointed somewhat, I could only run better.



My second tutor was a voice that only sounded within my mind, familiar yet strangely unknown. It told me to run, and you know that feeling you get when something nasty is chasing you- well the voice conveyed that with accuracy and complete unwavering solidity. So I ran, without looking back for I knew I was running for my life. The world around me once again went white as I broke through barriers a physical body would tear itself apart at, then I saw ahead a abyss; depth unknown, distance 3.8kms. Shit. I hadn't learnt to stop. Just before the abyss the voice said " Jump", having no other option I agreed. I remember the feeling of moving through the air, so free, smiling even, then landing to find there was abyss after abyss to contend with. I jumped higher and higher each time clearing the gaps, sometime only just, other times by miles, then the dream ended. I awoke once again invigorated by the lesson, more confident and sure of myself, I also had a massive urge to jump off something high.



The third Tutor I came in contact with was a Biker. He looked a lot like Bam Bam Bigelow from the WWF back in the days of Hacksaw Jim Duggan and Macho Man Randy Savage, when Hulk Hogan was the MAN and the Ultimate Warrior wasn't gay. The Biker had flames tattooed on his bald head in red, orange and yellow. He had a pot belly and more flames on his forearms starting from studded leather bracers at his wrists and burning up to his elbows. His black leather jacket had seen many days, and the white singlet he wore hadn't been washed-- ever. Blue Jeans and Black Snakeskin boots finished the ensemble. His Bike was a beauty, fully chromed bar the flame emblazoned gas tank and mud guards, it sounded like a Harley Davidson that some deviant had injected adrenaline into then brought it to life with a bolt of lightning. I stood atop a Pa, somewhere in Northland. I had been speaking to a Tohunga there about dreams and their meanings, when the Biker arrived. I hadn't seen him pull up, but as he sat arms akimbo on the black leather seat; through his dark sunglasses I could see he was looking at me. His face was cold and expressionless, his only acknowledgment was the raising of his chin and a brief upward lift of the eyebrows. To my left the Tohunga stood his tokotoko held in both hands before him, stepped back and literally disappeared, smiling in anticipation.



The Biker motioned for me to follow him, he kick-started the bike and took off at full tit leaving a trail of grass and mud sailing through the air in a rooster tail formation. I sped off after him, smiling at the challenge to race such a worthy competitor. He was fast but not quicker than me but at the moment he was supposed to go down the steep grassy hill to the foot of the Pa, he instead looked back at me and smiled, gunning the accelerator fully. His bike moved immediately faster and upward, away to the left. I wasn't phased, I ran faster and leaped off the edge of the Pa. It was now I decided to shit myself, I realized how high up I was and how deadly the trees below seemed. I began to freak watching as the ground came closer and closer when a blast of the Bikers Engine caused me to look up at him. Instantly I shot off towards him faster than ever before. And so I had learned to fly and the dream ended, but the smile lasted for days.



From that day on I have always looked up to the skies, hoping that today is the day when I find that secret switch within my being; the switch that says "Flight Mode On".



Anthony Toia

The Original Dreamer of Legend

Part One: Within the Circle of Birth



I opened my eyes, as my vision adjusted to the unusual grey-yellow light, I looked about to find myself standing in a stone circle surrounded by 30 foot high walls and four arched passageways. The sky above was purple and pink with darkened blues at the zenith, light from distant suns filtered through the stone arches creating a latticework of criss-crossed shadows, varying in tones upon the interlocked pavers of the walls and floors.

As I stepped out of the the circle I noticed upon the walls writings and heiroglyphics from every culture in the world, from every time in history, describing every facet of human knowledge from the beginning of the universe itself. I began reading, absorbed in uncovering the knowledge of the ancients, there were words far above I remember thinking if I were bigger I could read those too.

It was then I noticed my bare feet, the echo off the walls as I shifted my weight and crunched the dusty gravel between my toes, I must've been about 5 or 6 years old and my footprints were the only sets left behind in thousands of years. I wore a shirt and shorts of no particular colour, yet of all at different moments. My attention shifted back to the walls, my thirst for knowledge becoming my obsession once again. Suddenly from behind me a rumbling sound of void silence began, I had stepped into the passage of learning and now there was no turning back.

I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of something that has haunted me forever after- it was death carved into a giant glass like ball, as you looked into it the feeling was of losing yourself and watching your past melt into nothingness. The swirling hypnotic smoke within caught your eye in such a manner that you could not look away, your only option was to look and be frozen by it's power, it's commanding presence, it's finality.



Part 2: Into the Labyrinth



With all my strength and a good dose of fear, I pulled my gaze away from the Orb of Death. I knew it was following me the sound of glass on stone eternally grew nearer the slower I progressed, it grew weaker only when I made quick progress. I ran down the passage of learning trying my best to read and understand the information left carved upon the walls of the Labyrinth. Though the knowledge was written in every language used today and many that have been extinct for aeons, I understood every character, every symbol. I scanned each wall; picking out pieces I found of interest, memorizing as I went along, trying to put together the mystery of life. Passages led off in many directions at many angles, some up some down. All the while a different skill or ability could be gained through following the instructions of those who have come before.

I found a stairway up to a great tower, the power to be gained there was immense, it's lessons difficult to follow and nearly impossible to retain. I had thought that because of the small doorway at the base of the spiral stairs the Orb couldn't follow me; I was wrong. It had the ability to change size and roll uphill in an unatural way, free of gravity, and other rules of the universe we all must adhere to. I eventually reached the top of the tower, tired and overwhelmed with learning the art of inner strength I was not quite ready for the view ahead.

Before me was a world constructed completely of walls, stairs and catacombs in a Labyrinthine Abyss stretching out as far as I could see, the curvature of this world faded into the distance. From the look of the place it must have been about the size of Venus or perhaps Mars. Above the sky had turned to night, unrecognizable planets hung in the endless void of space beyond the thin atmosphere of this mysterious world. Thumps came up the staircase behind me the Orb had caught up and I had lingered too long. I searched for an alternate route yet none was available, fear rose up from within as I logically assessed my situation certain death from the Orb, or possible death from the leap of faith.

I leapt from the stone balcony finding I had a caped shirt which I could glide with, trousers and black sports shoes. The shoes were light and comfortable, easy to run in and they could walk up walls if you moved fast enough. I was considerably older now somewhere in my teens. I could see my path to greatness from this height, like drawing your path in the mazes on the sides of franchised kids meals boxes, I drew my path in my minds eyes and memorized the turns, the rises and falls. I landed lightly into a ninja roll and took off at a run, I could read faster now and also read many things simultaneously; I had a sense of being able to see all around me at once. The Labyrinth was beginning to be fun, I understood the rules, I could visualize the goal I wanted to achieve and I knew my path towards that goal.

But all was not as it seemed within the walls of the Labyrinth, there were variables I had not accounted for in my path. Socialising and the opposite sex was a path that led me from my optimum trajectory, the walls showed scenes of parties and sexual positions, drugs and many other sides of youth we all experiment with. This part was a blur and I fell to the pit of the Catacombs. The light had the tinge of blue to it like moonlight but more foreboding, sounds echoed that had no origin, pillars stood creating shadows that moved in unusual ways. Things moved in the darkness that you know cant be human, and may not be alive at all.



Part 3: Escape from the Catacombs



For years I fell about in the darkness trying to read the maddening messages scrawled by desperate hands in ugly quickly written fonts. Hoping that someone had found the way out from this terrible place, made the run along the upside down stairwells that had collected on the roof as if they had fallen upwards in some reverse way. The floors were sticky with blackened blood and as you moved the fatigue would worsen exponentially, I was tiring fast and my clothes were stained when a doorway seemed to appear ahead. I dragged myself toward the dim green light that edged closer to my feet with every step, and I leant against the sill of the door. I remembered the Orb, it symbolized fears of death but also the death of fear. Suddenly the door slid closed from above making me leap forward to the middle of cube shaped room. Green light rained down like water, glowing droplets of green liquid hit the ground and took forms of spiders, snakes, centipedes, worms and a multitude of other creepy crawlies. They crunched under my feet, I searched for a way out but the only way was up. I had no wings nor the ability to fly without them and so I screamed to the tiny square of light far above to release me...



Part 4: When Worlds Collide



I awoke in my bed in Taheke, the bugs and snakes had followed me through the portal between the realm of dreams and the world of my body, I was 10 years old. They crept up the walls, and through the sheets, they covered the floors nearly a foot deep, and they were not normal sized insects. The snakes had heads the size of beach balls and they put holes through the walls where they entered and exited the room. Insects the size of a mans torso crawled over my books and bodies being stripped of flesh continued to be nibbled by hundreds of tiny mandibles. I ran screaming to my parents room the hallucination continued throughout the house and I realized there was no escape. As I pushed open the door shoving it again and again to shift the bugs on the floor, I then noticed the green blood ooze from underneath.

My mother stirred first, "What? What is it? A dream?" she said groggily. I stammered " They followed me back! Back through the portal! I can't escape and the Orb! The Orb is death!!" I looked at my hands, they were abnormal I looked closer, and closer still. "It's in my palm! the Orb has me, its as small as the tiniest grain of sand but its weight equals that of the universe itself and it's getting heavier" I ranted uncontrollably; my eyes were fully dilated and i fell to the floor at the foot of the bed. My mother rose to find me with the back of my right hand on the floor and my left hand clamped around my wrist, I stared at my palm as if a world revolved within it. I spoke silently, my mouth moved but no sound came out. She tried to pick me up but couldn't get my hand up off the ground, my father laughed and got out of bed. He moved to where I was upon the floor and together they tried to pick me up. Surprisingly they couldn't separate me from the floor until finally I fell asleep again.



Part 5 Ascent from the Pits of Despair



I held the Universe in my hand, I had become one with the Orb for a millisecond, I had seen the secret of dreaming. I stood, the Snakes and Insects scuttered and hid along the walls and corners trying desperately to escape the prison they had created to devour me. They squirmed and shrunk as I realized I wore clothes of white that glowed bright as the sun. I looked upward and flew, slowly at first and picked up speed as I gained my confidence back. I burst from the square vent at the top of the shaft that slowly spiralled from the Catacombs below.

I flew to the limit of the atmosphere to gain perspective on the situation and to find the best route to the end of the Labyrinth, I landed in the Great Octagon, flat and wide with amazing carvings upon the floor that were woven together. They had been carved by every culture and blended seamlessly together in a repeating pattern that extended into the distance and up the walls. Sixteen hundred doorways stood around the walls of the Octagon, I searched for the Orb, it could still kill me I knew that much. Then it seemed as if the insects had returned for I could see tiny figures coming from each of the doorways. They weren't insects however they were warriors dressed in outfits in accordance to their cultures, their weapons were drawn and a murderous look in their eyes helped me quickly to understand their intentions.





Part 6: Battle for my Mind



I looked to the centre of the Octagon and found to my delight a sword made of Onyx, black and glassy like the Orb; it sung a song of virtue and belief and upon the hilt was the symbol for infinity. I dashed from the point where I had landed and drew the sword from its resting place within the stone. The ground shuddered and the 160,000 warriors who bore down upon me braced their footing and looked unsurely at one-another, some even fell to the ground scrambling to get up. Seeing how outnumbered I was they laughed and their fear was gone, once again replaced by a murderous vengeance.

I stood alone vastly outnumbered yet unafraid, I had seen the Orb's will when I held it, and somehow I knew these warriors could not kill me. They surrounded me in a circle 20 paces from the centre to the first warrior. It was an Armoured Knight who attacked first, his straight edged two-handed sword cut through the air before me as I had already moved back, parrying his blade deep into the stone floor then, using the momentum from that hit, I twisted over and sliced through the weak spot at the neck of his armour. The clang of metal on stone rang out as they watched his head come to rest at the foot of a Zulu warrior. The Zulu cocked his head to one side and raised his eyebrow slightly; it seemed he was assessing my ability. From behind I sensed the whoosh of an arrow sailing through the air, I ducked and rolled left, the arrow landing in the arm of a Celtic warrior. The Zulu flung his spear at the spot I had rolled to and I bounced the stone tip with the flat of my blade off into an unwary looking Mayan.

I continued like this for an unknown amount of time, willing only to counter-attack those who attacked me. In the distance however, I could see for each that fell another would rise in his place entering through a doorway somewhere within the Great Octagon. I stepped up my game, I closed my eyes and visualised as many different warriors as I could, each with their own specialty, their own strengths and weaknesses. My body phased and shifted, to the warriors around me it seemed as if I was blinking in and out of existence, they stood in awe as multiples of myself split from my centre and began to take form around me.

* The Barbarian, possessing brutal strength, an unstoppable axe and a powerful inner rage stepped onto the stone with a menacing thud. His messy dark blonde hair hid a chiseled and Neanderthal version of my face, his eyes small and violent. He breathed heavily, and looked around for his next opponent.
* The Avenger had a spiked club and wore light armor with a symbol of the Scales on it, his power lay in his ability to judge right from wrong. He used this ability in conjuction with his faith in his reality and himself. He was accurate and severe with his final judgement, unable to be leniant and completely un-bias. He gazed coldly at his opposition.
* The Beast wore only a loincloth, his muscled body was immensely powerful and unnaturally fast. Hair grew upon his body in clumps that followed a natural pattern and his nails were sharp and unbreakable. His senses were honed to a fine point, night vision, an advanced sense of feeling a spider would be jealous of, he could hear an ant fart two hundred metres away while it was underground having a conversation, he could taste pheromones in the air and smell the fear in a man's heart. The beast used his instincts to guide him, he sniffed at the air and snorted in defiance.
* The Archer had many different arrows in his quiver, by nature he was quick-witted and humorous. He was telekinetic and so his arrows never missed their mark. He could disguise himself very well, often using another man's temptations or anger against them to gain his advantage. The Archer gave a mischeivous smile and flipped a gold coin in the air.
* The Assassin, lithe and agile with a small curved blade in each hand and thrown weapons hidden upon his garb. He did not speak, and only his dark black eyes were shown through his outfit of black, he could teleport and used distraction to gut his enemies. He looked left, then right, and suddenly disappeared in a haze of grey smoke.
* The Armoured Assaulter; the biggest of the group stood tall in silver armour delicately enscribed with runes and charms of ancient magic, his weapons- two great sheilds that bore spikes upon them to deliver defensive attacks. He took a heavy step forward and raised his sheilds to the fore and aft.
* The Blademaster wore two samurai swords at his waist and an arrogant grin upon his scarred face at all times. His arms were crossed and his stance balanced, he gracefully destroyed any who opposed him. He did not move but to breathe and his eyes saw all movement without seeing.
* The Berserker had two wicked looking hand axes, and a mad, devil may care look in his eye. He had lost everything therefore had nothing to lose. He was the most dangerous as he cared for no-one; not even himself. He flipped his axes one after the other as if to juggle them, laughing manaically as he did so.
* The Black Magician, withered and old, had used his power to manipulate and control others to his own ends, his face was always in darkness, yet his eyes glowed blood red. From beyond the grave he had returned to enslave the souls of the weak that he may once again study the dark arts in the land of the living. He brought his golden scythe before him and all who gazed upon him trembled in fear and anguish.
* The White Knight stood in his armor that could not be tarnished by dirt or blood, his face beautiful to behold; his smile was of understanding and compassion. His longsword was straight and had a heart-shaped insignia carved upon it. His shield was large and round and the outside was mirrored to reflect the enemies own fears and weaknesses back upon them. The White Knight reached up and closed his visor, showing his enemies none of the beauty he possessed; his visor was pure light and blinding.
* The Sorceror of Light, wise and experienced he is the oldest of them all. Spiritually powerful and in tune with the forces of nature this being was human once but is now energy itself. His Staff was held in his left hand and the butt was upon the stone of the Octagon, his face was old but still my own, his hair white and eyes of glacial blue. He raised his Staff and a bolt of blue-white lightning struck it as the Sorceror said in a thousand voices " Begin!!!"

The bolt bounced from his Staff and leapt through the crowd of confused warriors, nearly a thousand fell in this first attack. The Beast and Berserker were first off the mark leaping ahead into the fray. Clawed faces screamed in agony as the Beast delivered fast blows from hand and foot, not to mention the occasional bitten neck. The Berserker threw his axes one at a time and they returned to him after slitting throats and maiming limbs. The Assassin who had disappeared earlier was teleporting from door to door silently garrotting new entrants to the Octagon, as they thought the battle raged in the centre. The Black Magician tended the wounded, sucking the life from them and storing the energy in blood orbs to use later in the restoration of his allies fatigued and damaged bodies, he was unable to be killed by mortal weapons and used this to his full advantage.

Around the Sorceror of Light the Avenger revolved, protecting him as he summoned powerful magic that erupted from the clear quartz tip of the gnarled wooden staff. Fire and Ice, Wind, Water and Earth cast from the Sorcerors hands and amplified by the staff he had made himself. Energy pealed outward burning or freezing, drowning, crushing and throwing enemies high into the air. As the Avenger clubbed the attackers, those who were not killed ran from battle seeing the error of their ways and urging to change their wasted lives.

The Barbarian and the Armoured Assaulter made wide defensive circles around my true self who sat in the centre meditating. The Barbarian swung his two handed axe powerfully and without equal, even the great Vikings of the North who were of similar stature flew through the air with smashed sheilds from the blows of this behemoth. The Armoured Assaulter was battling Japanese samurai, their fine blades the strongest in the world; but they were no match for this armour of the ancients. No weak spots showed, no scratch impressed upon it, no piece remmovable and always and again the Armoured one pushed forward and those ahead were impaled upon his spiked shields and armour; and below their heads were cracked by his immense weight.

The Archer had taken a triangular position around me evading the giant battling forms of the Barbarian and Assaulter, ever the opportunist he let arrows fly at foes who sought to stab his allies in the back and giggled as he did so. The Black Magician flung the archer a small pouch, which he then tied to an arrow and lit, red smoke was rising from a large fat nasty looking Persian. The smoke signal was from the Assassin for upon the Persians back was an explosive device. The Beast had wandered far from the centre and was now in the blast zone, noticing this, the Sorceror whispered to him " flee to your left! ". As the Beast tore the throat from an unusually dressed Chinese man the Archer let his arrow fly.

The White Knight charged towards the Beast who was lost in some sort of frenzied killing spree and put himself between the Beast and the raging Persian. A switch on the back of the White Knight's shield was triggered and the edges extended slicing into the ground and locking into place. The White Knight braced himself and grabbed the Beast by the scruff of the neck pulling him in behind the shield. Time slowed as the flaming arrow flew past battling foes, narrowly avoiding swung weapons until finally punching a hole through the Persians shoulder and out the other side into the soft sack layer of the explosive backpack.

The explosion killed thousands and those outside the kill zone were knocked from their feet, able to catch their breath my Warriors assessed their injuries, all but the Beast, Beserker and the Blademaster. The Blademaster had killed 30000 hardened warriors alone, choosing the widest circle and moving in a dance of death around it. His blades had found no other in their path, and no shield had slowed their movement; no enemy had wounded him, neither a graze nor scratch. His acrobatic, unpredictable style was ever-changing and custom-built to the weaknesses of his opponents. He spun from heel to toe, using every part of his body as his weapon, and his blades as his exclamatory full stop.

It took one thousand, one hundred and eleven minutes, and eleven seconds for the battle to conclude; the doors no longer exuded enemies of many cultures, and the bodies of the dead decomposed into dust.

Some of my warriors rejoiced, the Beast, the Beserker, the Archer and the Barbarian all caught in the flood of victory. But the thinkers of us knew, this was too easy. It was only the beginning...



Part 7: My Greatest Foe



I traveled from the Great Octagon as a group now, fanned out and reading the walls forever still, when we came to the next open area. The walls were made from what looked like giant noodles of stone moving in waves around the central floor, the waves becoming larger as they wall got higher. There were eye shaped holes that were glassed in a crystalline matter the colour of citrine and you could see through to the walls on the other side. This place I named the Citrine Circle was like the Great Octagon in that it had no writings on the walls merely symbols and tessellated patterns, one main difference was that it was larger by three times at least . Above more time had passed, the constellations in the sky described a battle of opposites. One set of stars was attacking another set, which was it's equal and opposite,one good, one evil.

I turned around to look at my surroundings a little more, a heat haze shimmered as I did so then as if I was looking into a mirror there I was, staring back at me. I chuckled and looked to my doubles who each stood before themselves, having the same some sort of de-ja-vu moment, when without warning a blade sliced for my throat.

I dodged backwards, my hands instinctively hit the ground tips first and my legs came up one after the other as I completed the backflip handstand. I felt as my toe hooked the butt of the blade from my assailants hand and listened as it spun through the air, I came to rest in a sideways stance ready for battle and took the blade from where it spun in the air. Around me all the different versions of myself battled their evil counterparts none able to gain the advantage.

This realization that their strengths were cancelled out by eachother, led naturally to the idea that I must use their opposite to defeat them as the stars had predicted. And so the pairing of opposites began as I worked out in my mind who would best suit victory over another, some were obvious some less so, yet all had a weakness, for without weakness there can be no strength.

Even with the pairing of opposites the battle could never have been won, the fact that these opposites must exist on the same plane was very apparent to me now as time after time no victory had been wrought, and so as a group doubled once more we moved ahead, aware of the other but not in constant conflict with it. As always the great black void still rolled after me, yet around these great challenges it respected my need for respite from it's pressure.



It was at this moment I noticed the demons who attempted to claw their way through the walls of crystal, I could see them now I had seen the dark side of myself, and in the sky far above the pure white wings of angels could be seen circling in figures of eight who took place of the stars I had seen earlier. I listened carefully to the softly spoken words of the Angels through the chaotic ruckus of the demons who ached to breach the walls and swarm around me and my allies to tear flesh from bone and feed on my very soul, I heard their cries for fear, I heard their shouts for pain and anguish, I heard their screams for greed, jealousy and power... I heard but did not listen. I listened to the angels above as if I heard the voice of an old friend who imparts his wisdom before he dies, I listened clearly and heard what only could be described as the answer to the question of life and death, of good god and evil devil. I listened and felt it llike a balm that heals all wounds. I knew at this point the battle of the opposites had been won.



Part 8: Pull Yourself Together



As the wave of victory ebbed I watched how the various versions of myself behaved around one another. Some were working together, others made a point to ignore one-another and a few were at each others throats.Then, from the pits below a rumble began, a noise of dread, despair and a herald of pain. The stone beneath me shuddered and quaked, as the sound of something large came nearer and nearer. The Beast crouched low and had a fearful look in his eye, the Archer stopped rolling his coin from knuckle to knuckle while the Armoured Assaulter stood with his legs wide apart bracing himself for anything that may come. I saw the hand of the blade master move to the hilt of his sword, he was not his usual calm, a worried expression crossed his face momentarily followed quickly by his ice cold demeanor of arrogant determination. The stage was set as the waved walls of the Citrine Circle phased and shifted holographically to scenes of the elements themselves, Fire, Earth, Water and Air spilt equally in four parts.

I looked out into the each of the four distinct corners of the battlefield, and realized they each contained an Elemental Dragon, seated upon a throne. Eight powerful eyes bore down upon me, my crew of Allies were ready for battle but in this instance a different approach would win victory.

I breathed in and drew all my allies and their opposites within, I grew stronger as I understood the different parts that made up my own being and then I breathed out. My clothes had changed, replaced by a Liquid Armour that bent and shited with each movement I made. It could not be pierced, nor burned or rusted, crushed or frozen, it would adapt to whatever situation it was given and repel in a befitting fashion as long as I kept my focus. A Spirit Sword made of Tempered Gold and laced with Titanium materialized in my left hand, then a Soul Sheild that wore the four elements in my right. I felt truly invincible and beckoned the bravest Dragon to approach.

The Dragons of Air and Fire leapt from their perches blasting me with accelerated flame, I dodged the flames licking at my heels, felt the searing heat of the bright blue flames and knew I was far from invincible, these dragons were more powerful than me and when they worked together they were the invincible ones. I battled against steam, fiery earthquakes, ice storms, whirlwinds, fire storms, mudslides, volcanic eruptions and hurricanes. I sheilded and dodged, leapt and ducked constantly looking for the opening, the soft spot to drive home a killing blow, I knew once one fell they all shall fall. I enchanted my sword, and headed straight for the Water Leviathan, flames encompassed my hand and the blade, I flew quickly directly for his centre, having to dodge mid air shards of ice he threw at me. I teleported changed my enchantment to molten earth and slammed my blade down into the unsuspecting spine of the Air Dragon. He stiffenned and around him the other Dragons roared a deafening howl of pain. His great form fell to the ground with a dead thump, and he lay paralyzed upon the floor. I sprinted to his side and with a clean blow removed his head, throwing my shield aside I plunged my arm into the severed spine of the fallen beast and grabbed hold of his brain stem.

I had a strange sensation of our minds melding together and seeing with four eyes at once, luckily I regained my wits before the spiked rocky tail of the Earth Dragon came down upon me. I held up the head of the Air Dragon and let loose a blast of wind that made him rear up to reveal the weak parts beneath the scales of his chest. I threw my blade as hard as I could directly at his heart using my mind to guide it as I did so. It landed true in his heart and once more the remaining dragons roared in anguish and mentally I returned the sword to my left hand. From this dragon I took the tail, with a slice of my Blade formed of air I cleanly removed it. I grabbed the base of his tail with the mouth of the Air Dragon and used it as a whip to catch the Fire Dragon mid-flight. I slammed him against the ground then hurled him into the sea at the feet of the Water Leviathan then dove in after him using the Air Blast from the Dragon's head to propel me and cover my back from the pursuing Leviathan. I cut a slit in his back and entered his body cavity, slipping and sliding past bones and cartilage. I had to leave the head of the dragon out side and my sword was stuck fast in his ribs. I reached out with my right arm feeling the pulse of his heart to be close. The Dragon tensed and flexed basically trying to crush and suffocate me and I was close to death but forced myself forward, pulling on an artery to get ahead. It was then I felt his heart and as burning hot as it was the surrounding water dampened it enough to wrap my hand around it and squeeze. I twisted and ripped it from his chest, around me waves of pain erupted everywhere and after a lot of twitching he was dead. There was one problem though, I was stuck inside this dragon and sinking to the bottom of the ocean. I used Ice magic and began to freeze the tissue around me then smashed my way out retreiving my sword and claiming another head trophy.

The Leviathan caught me by surprise, hitting me from behind at supernatural speed then clamping his jaws around my waist and arms. I dropped the fire Dragons head but held tight to my Spirit Sword, I then peered into his eye that locked with mine and saw the tiniest shimmer of fear. I thought of the electric eel and conducted a lightning bolt through myself into the Leviathan, naturally he tensed and shudder in response to this and a canine peirced my gut but my sword arm was freed. The Dragons eye widened as he saw me draw my arm back and then closed as I thrust it through his eye into his brain. He went limp and let go sinking to the abyss below. Yet the danger was not over, sharks and giant crocodiles came to feed upon the dragons lifeless body and knowing I was wounded it would be a matter of time before they came after me.

I swum as best I could, sword sheathed upon my back. The surface seemed further than I could last, and though I could breathe underwater, I was drowning still from the pressure and depth. I forced the last of my strength into a beam of light that superheated the water making a column of steam swirl upwards and on this flow I rose to the surface. I teleported ashore once I could see it. I lay there breathing heavily, watching the blood drain from the hole in my stomach, knowing it would be a long and painful death.

I faded in and out of consciousness, when I opened my eyes I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, she was healing me, comforting me, she helped me up and I realized she was an Angel, one of those who had sung to me earlier as she flew high above watching my struggle. In a haze of white light she dematerialized and I stood fully myself once more.



Part 9: Death is only the Beginning



I looked down at my hands, they were old and wrinkled I was in my 80's, my Spirit Sword had become a Carved Staff with a Quartz stone that shone white and pure. The walls moved and shifted at my will and lined up like shelves of a bookcase, I did not have to look to read anymore, the knowledge came to me through my minds eye. I plodded ahead a light not far ahead drawing me closer and closer. I moved slowly and heard the Orb of Death behind me gaining ground with every weakening step then I came to the strangest part of the Labyrinth so far. The walls were blank and I knew their purpose, it was my turn to leave my mark upon this place of knowledge. For seven years I moved ahead casting all I had come to know through my youth, my adolescence, adulthood and old age; the tales of my victories and defeats, the full tome of knowledge I had gained in my lifetime. I cast it upon the walls, burned as if by a thousand lasers simultaneously constructing the story of my life, then once all had been said and done I stepped forward into a stone circle surrounded by 30 foot high walls and four arched passageways. The sky above was purple and pink with darkened blues at the zenith, light from distant suns filtered through the stone arches creating a latticework of criss-crossed shadows, varying in tones upon the interlocked pavers of the walls and floors. I was back where I started and had lived my life as well I could have for all that happens, happens for a reason, and ultimately could not have taken place in any other way. I turned to see the Orb of Death rolling towards me yet within the Orb the swirling smoke was no longer foreboding, I held no fear of it, it felt like home. I stood in the centre of the circle and let the Orb absorb me and became part of the Light.



Authors Note: This dream recurred often to me as a child, without it I would not have had the life I chose to this day. It was the base of my philosophy and the base of my knowledge which to this day serves me to become better, harder, faster and stronger than I was the day before. It gave me the abilities I now have developed, many of which cannot be explained through reason or logic and which also drives my significantly different perception of life. I have become aware that this is not normal, but those of you who know me well will understand that I am not, never have and never will be a usual sort of person. I hope that at the least it is entertaining, but know this, if you remember your dreams you are special, chosen to see what others cannot, what others should not and one day you will be called to show this knowledge so that the ones around you may better understand themselves.

Sweet Dreams.....

Dreamt and Written by Anthony Toia

The Original Dreamer of Legend

I was with MA. She had a blue mohawk and was wearing black eyeliner and pink clothes. I was sitting beside her. We were playing some game or something. Somehow it turned into MC, and I was watching myself, but in block form, swinging from a vine across a large pit of gravel.

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I was in class. One of my friends was sitting beside DA. They had poutine on their desk in a tiny little cup. I wanted some. I went over to the two desks and the poutine was now on the corner of DA's desk. I decided to take some and eat it. I had my phone in my hand. I said something along the lines of "Sorry for stuffing my fat ass in front of your face." in a humorous tone. DA looked at me strangely, and told me that it was his poutine. He didn't seem to mind, but then he said something in an angrier tone. I was slightly embarrassed.

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I was at some random ranch. I was riding a large grey flecked horse bareback. It had a black mane and tail. The reins were more like a lead rope attached to each of the halter; the rein was one, and it was so short that I had to lean over the horses neck to keep it from pulling on the horse's mouth the whole time.

I was riding around some large hallway in a building that had many people, showing off the beautiful horse. I loped around. Then I tried to trot, and realized that the horse wouldn't trot for some reason. At some point when I loped it seemed really fast, and I was having a hard time keeping my balance and adjusting to the speed.

Eventually I had the notion that I had to prepare some horses to take my friends on a trail ride. I rode back to some random barn. It was attached to some pens. I accidentally opened a pen for the small cows, and one of them escaped before I had realized that they weren't ponies. Alarmed, I quickly fought to close the gate against the other cows, and chased after that one, but it was lost out of sight.

I journeyed out to the much bigger and larger pen, looking for ponies. I was annoyed at the thought of taking them two by two rather than funnelling them into a pen, but I wasn't sure how to go about that. Then I got distracted; the pen seemed to turn into a village, and there were many little stands selling food. There was one stand that was selling flavored eggs. I asked for one, but they said they had run out.

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I was with MA again in some large studio room. She was playing TS2. There was something drawing in cartoon style.

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I was at my house with KA, KA, KR, and DO. I randomly blurted out something about lollipops.

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Had an FA about having cereal for breakfast, but then realizing I would be really hungry throughout the day if i had something that wasn't filling like that.