Thread: A journey. That's what we'll call it for now.

God, I was away for the weekend, so i didn't have a computer, or my good ol' analog DJ hnady. So this dream is sort of fractured.

But it was about ram-men. And the chairs in the banquet hall were only designed for goat-men... or something...
And there was a high, high bridge over nothingness. And one of the people I was with stabbed a ram-man. And we threw the others overboard. And the rest were suspicious, but had no proof...
God, I wish I'd had my DJ!
D:

I had an extraordinarily vivid False Awakening this morning (actually, a short series of them, I think). I 'woke up', and it was raining out, and my windows were open. (it had been raining all night, and I did leave the windows open. Only there a bunch of people in my room. One of them, I don't remember, but he was bossing around the other people in my room, who were like, slaves. And whenever they had to go to the bathroom, he didn't want them to go through the house, so he made them crawl out the window and go around. (which is ridiculous. my door is right next to the bathroom, and if they came in from the outside, they'd have to go through the kitchen and a hallway.
So he made this real little girl go around, and I decided that was enough of that. So I got up, (and got rained on, because, since I had left the window open, it had let rain in, and now it was raining from the ceiling), and I shut the windows. Though, in case I didn't catch the girl before she made it out ofhte bathroom, I left the window unlocked and the screen open a bit, so she could get back in. (I don't know why I owned slaves, but I like to think I was nicer than all that) I even had to rock my TV forward a bit, so that it would clear the wooden frame of the window, and rest back against the glass. I noticed at this point that there were two things that needed moving on the one window. (two TVs, I think. One was bigger) It was still raining inside my room in some small patches. Hopefully now that I had closed the windows, they would stop, soon).
Then, I went around to the kitchen. There was sound coming from the bathroom, so I knew I hadn't been too late to stop the girl from going around in the rain. Good. I was hungry, so I poked around in the kitchen. I saw that on the kitchen, there was some stir-fry in a pan (which had come out of a can), and I remembered that the slaves' cook(?) was going to make that. I had seen it last night. (I think I had more than one FA of the same scenario. It's very fuzzy, but it just may be false memories).
So I left that for him (even though, technically, I guess, that he was my slave, and I could have had it, if he was making it for himself, i didn't want to take it from him.) But I opened the fridge to see what I could make myself, and I saw some boiled potatoes in the back, and decided to make some dilled-yogurt potatoes out of them. (a truly delicioud recipe, but of course, the boiled potatoes were just a dream construct, and I don't ACTUALLY have them in my fridge) I noticed he'd been eating some of the leftover pizza (there was no leftover pizza. It had all been eaten last night), and then for some reason, this really annoyed me. So I decided, since I wasn't going to have some now, I'd hide it, so I could have it later. I opened the left vegetable drawer, and tried to hide it in there, but I was having trouble getting the things I oput on it to stop rolling off. Somewhere in the struggle, it turned out I wasn't hiding two slices of pizza (cheese, with italian herbs on top. in a small plastic bag. Go Details!) I was hiding like, a restaurant tub of butter, or something around that size. (a quarter's circumference, and about 3/4 inch thick) Upon realizing this, I decided to hide it in the other vegetable drawer, amidst some other pads of butter and loose vegetables. I also put a cucumber on top, to hide it.
Then the girl walked by me in the kitchen, and I put out my arm to stop her. I told her to just go back through the house. (I remember thinking, I'd better go with her, not to guide, but to close the screen the rest of the way) She said she didn't know how to get to my room from the bathroom. Even though they're separated by a grand total of about 5 feet or less. I told it was just through that door at the end of the hall, psat the bathroom, and I started to wake up. I remember laughter. Very faintly...
Apparently, my dream waited just long enough to finish my good deed. (but why did I have slaves? Weird. Very weird) I wonder if that's a coincidence, and it just worked out properly, or whether I held on to the dream, until my actions were finished. Or perhaps, upon doing the good deed, I experienced a rush of euphoria, and that woke me up. It was happy laughter. Nice to help such a small girl out. Hmm... I'll have to think about that.
If I have a FA with slaves again (and I realize it's a FA and go lucid), then I'll be sure to set them free, just for that little girl. Also because slaves are bad, mmkay. But most especially for her. She seemed nice.

I had a dream about Kafka books.
Spooky!

I was in some sort of library, looking at a shelf, and all the books on it were different versions of the complete Kafka. Two volume-sets, larege tomes, collections of smaller books. And I couldn't get to that damn shelf!
It might help to know that I'd been upset at my sister for selling my complete Kafka at a rummage sale

If anything, this would be a nightmare. But it wasn't terrifying. It was infuriating. It all revolved around my Acting class. The only problem is, everything went wrong. We were performing a scene. It was supposed to be pantomime (silent), and at a restaurant. Originally, during rehearsal, it went well, it was quirky, it was innovative, and it was creative. There were about 10 people in my group, which is large, but we managed. Then, we started walking towards the place where we would be performing. Of course, we normally perform in the same place we rehearse, but this time, of course, we were walking outside. It was a sidewalk with trees over it, and a small hill on one side. It was evening. I was rehearsing the scene while walking, but mostly, I was goofing off. Because I could. I realize now that I had people in that group who aren't in my class.

Well, we got to the performance, and it seemed there was a surprise for us. People were there to watch us! Oh well. We knew what we were doing. The only problem is, now there were at least 30 or more people in my group. And when we started doing it, everything went wrong. People were talking. A lot. And swearing at each other. Even though this was supposed to be pantomime. They were telling each other what to do in "low undertones" that were clearly heard by the audience. Then, they were doing the scene wrong. We had rehearsed it, and it had worked, and now everyone was ignoring the waiters. And the waiters were just standing stupidly, and being ignored. I was supposed to order pizza, then leave for the bathroom, slip on from the back as the cardboard the pizza was on, be eaten off of, then crumpled up and tossed, so that as I came back on, I was like wtf where's my pizza? (I know, it doesn't make much sense. But it was a dream)

But then, people started switching seats. And the two largest people switched places with the two smallest people, who were supposed to be in front of the two pizza guys (the scene was happening in two places. Don't ask), and now, we (me and someone else) were blocked from the audiences view. Then, the lights go mostly out, and everyone scatters to the ground. And I hear, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are making a human pizza". Not only is whoever is doing it addressing the fucking audience, he is telling them what is going on. Bad! I look over, and see a giant pizza folded over. I sort of half-notice this and turn back. Weird.

Anyway, I gather that we are supposed to be being eaten by teh stairs. So I go over and get eaten. I might as well make the scene contiguous. Normally the bottom of the stairs (straight down, of course, without turning), is a wall, then some more stairs to under the stage. In the dream, though, it went to this place offstage that had couches and comfy chairs. So the actors were relaxing. So I started yelling at them for what they were doing. I, after about a sentence, realized I might be heard, lowered my voice and continued yelling. I don't remember precisely what I said, except for 'This is worse than that scene I did with Kelly Doucette'. And Kelly is a guy in my acting class that is THE WORST actor EVER. In the dream, I couldn't remember quite what the scene was, but in the waking life, I certainly do. It was bad. Not terrible, because I salvaged the end. But it was BAD.
Then I hear Kelly coming down the stairs, but at the top of the stiars, people yelling at him for not matching the dress code. Something about him wearing shades of grey, when he was supposed to be wearing black. I wasn't wearing black, but it was dark, and being (not boastful here), one of the best actors in the class, possibly (but not for certain) the best, (my teacher specifically told me I cannot get less than an A unless I don't do the work, because I'm good. Hoorah) no one seemed to care. So cool. I guess. Weird, but it worked, maybe. Then the dream ended. And I felt kinda tired waking up.

I had a double lucid dream last night. Which to me, was pretty amazing, considering my total record consisting only of little partial ones. I contribute a lot of this to picking up one of LaBerge's books. Reading it probably put me in the mindset more completely than perhaps I otherwise would have been. It was a WBTB DILD out of a FA, followed by a DILD from another FA.

This all followed a much larger dream sequence, but I was sort of looking about my room. As if taking pictures. For some reason that idea sticks in my head. Taking pictures and showing them to people. But my room was just recently painted, and the dream walls were not. They had ugly patches of green on the wall. And I kept thinking, almost panicking, 'No! That's not how it's supposed to be! That's not right!' The border (which doesn't exist) kept changing sizes and heights. When i saw the ceiling was all crappy, I remembered thinking firmly, 'now that is NOT right. Not at all!' I did the nose test (my standard waking test), and lo! it was a dream! I was somehow in the covers at this time, so I started to try and get out, but got tangled. I was struggling to free myself before I lost lucidity, so when I finally did, I started spinning as though my life depended on it. Just spinning, to be sure. (I tested the lights at this point. Just to see if it was really true. The switch wouldn't even work properly. Wouldn't stay up. (my wall also grew an extra switch. just realized))

So now I was fully lucid, for perhaps the first time ever. I walked through my house, and wondered what it was I should do. Tried to think of what to do. I may not be as spiritual as him (far from it!), but I share Leo Volont's view on sexual dreams. Long before, I had resolved that a sexual fantasy was not what lucid dreams were for. There was so much else! As I reached my front door, I looked out, and saw a very attractive (and very naked) woman. Noticing myself again, I found myself also completely naked. I made the decision to stick to my waking resolution. (I thought of Leo at this point, for some reason. The mind is a strange muscle) Once I did, I heard the stirring of my sister in the house. Realizing that being completely naked is a bit awkward, I willed myself (quite frantically), invisible and intangible, and stepped through the door.

Once outside, I spun some more, just for good measure. Outside, seeing the wind in the grass, (oh, it was beautiful), I got a sudden and very potent rush of euphoria. Just pure, unadulterated joy. It was wonderful. I was also fully clothed again. In my last lucid (which was short, and faded), I had attempted (and failed) to fly. This time, I felt I could take on anything. I resolved (VERY FIRMLY) that it would work this time. It HAD to work. I crouched, tensed, believed, and ah! it was amazing. A tried to go higher by swimming, and got tangled in some wires. I freed myself, and pushed on. I was flying! The rush of wind, the joy! Oh, it was marvelous. I ended up sort of floating, as if on water, body straight, and undulating my arms. Worked well enough. It was sort of a natural thing. It didn't really even register that I was doing it, but I saw my shadow over the field near my house. I became sort of enthralled with it, but had to focus myself, knowing if I got to absorbed in it, I might lose reference points, lose lucidity.
I kept flying, and saw birds up ahead. Cool. Continuing on, I noticed one bird, a large black one, almost half my size, heading right for me. I was afraid. I don't know why, but I was afraid. This giant raven came up to me, and I knew, somehow I knew, with that strange and unarguably certain dream knowledge, that it had malicious intent. I shrieked at it, to try and scare it off. It worked.
For a little bit. It came back, and this time was not balked. It chased me to the ground and cornered me. I kept trying to make it go away. Just to make it leave. Just LEAVE ME ALONE!
That bird attacked me, then. Attacked me and killed me.

I woke up in my bed (but it was not the bed I was in at the time!). There was a small severed black bird head. I grew worried. Then I saw her. The first witch. Ever since I was small, (and I blame the Wizard of Oz and The Witches for this) I had an irrational fear of witches. Whenever it was the fear of something under the bed, that was witches. With red eyes and claw-like hands...
The fear of something behind you. Over your shoulder, just barely there, just barely, just! That too, was witches. Whenever it was some unknown horror, it was somehow witches, or demonic. Like I said, it's an irrational thing.
Her face was chalk white, and I knew, just looking at her, that she was evil. She seemed to radiate pure fear. And honestly, I was pretty terrified. She was sitting on the edge of my bed and talking to another one, this one much smaller, and with horrible dark pits about her eyes. The first one knew I was awake. I could tell from her words (which are now lost to me). The gist of it was that her nightmare bird was a success, and it was the other one's turn. (I had, several times by now, tried the nose test to no avail. As far as I could discern, this damn thing was real. Aww, hell.
The small one with the dark eyes scooped the bird head into a basket she had, and was using its leftover essence to add to her own nightmare, her own assault on my mind. She passed under the bed and came up next to the wall. At this point, I was somehow out of bed, and looking at them. That registered as strange, and, after (by this time several more) another nose test, I tried the one where you pass your hand through your other hand. And my hand stretched. Aha! It WAS a dream. And from somewhere (I assumed one of them had said it) I heard 'well done'. I had passed some test, then?
I felt the urge to make them less scary. I pointed, used my finger as an eraser, and erased what was now just face paint. I started on the small witch. Her makeup faded. The dark makeup around her eyes faded. And I made her smile. And I made her happy.
And the other one was FURIOUS. She would have none of it, and my head, if she could, I bet. Well, damn, I tried, though. And it faded. Slowly. But she had a hook. And she jabbed the hook in her cheek, as Despair (Sandman, Neil Gaiman) did, to try and use it as a focus, to try and stop what was happening. I removed all the white. I tried to get the hook out, but somehow it missed, and with my hands (long distance), it was as though I kissed her cheek, next to the hook.
Bah, this wasn't working! So I made a hook of my finger, and with my other hand, unbent it and pulled it out. And they were both happy.
From here, I sort of phased into (not on purpose) a room I knew well from my grandparents' old house. It was where I slept when I was there. And I looked out the window. And I wondered what to do. I had done flight. What now? Perhaps focus my skills. I worked on dream summoning, etc., but I remember nothing of it. I turned, and saw three figures, with a branch overhead. The branch was from the corner of the bed, and I believe two of the figures were the ex-witches (but who was the third? !!). And they said 'We will help you'.
Alarm sounded.