Dream Log Entry, Date 7.23.2011
I spontaneously became lucid very early on in mine latest dream this morning. I was in what appeared to be a ragged town square. It was broad daylight, and there were no humans or other creatures about.
Immediately remembering the DreamViews monthly task, I approached a small abode and on its baby-blue wall drew a sparkling circle with my Dream Chalk. I pressed both of my palms into the circle and formed within it an image of a forest. As soon as the image was crystal clear, I pushed my hands and my body into the wall and entered the newly created dimension. Everything looked almost exactly the same as it did in the book Where the Wild Things Are. The trees, grass, water, and all other objects behaved as they would have in a squiggly-animated cartoon. I immediate spotted Max in his white wolf suit, facing the nearby open sea. Together we stepped inside the red boat, which looked exactly as it appeared in the book, and set sail. At some point during our voyage, I opened a rift between dimensions and beckoned Max toward it. “Go now,” I said, “your supper is waiting.” Without a word, Max simply turned to the rift and drifted through the air and into it.
A minute or two later I arrived at a grassy, hilly, circular island. I walked along a road running upwards until I came near the top of the hill. Towards the top I immediately spotted a strange white creature that had the body of an emu and a head which could best be described as a cross between a pelican and a Venus fly trap. On either side of its head was a flat, googly, yellow eye. Upon seeing me, it opened and closed its mouth in an awkward, lazy motion and scurried away. I followed it to the top of the hill and encountered a myriad of strange creatures, some of whom I recognized from the book. All of them gave me strange looks. For an unknown reason, I turned my back to them and briefly gazed at the watery horizon. At this point, dusk had filled the sky. I turned back to the yellow-eyed creatures to find that they increased in number--and that they were now approaching me, snarling and reaching their clawed hands at me. Already prepared for the moment, I faced the creatures and projected my Wings of the Heart. I did not try to take flight--I merely stood still with my wings spread, making them as big and bright as possible. Both daunted and fascinated by my wings, the creatures immediately stopped their approach.
At some point afterwards, I was escorted to a clearing atop a nearby rocky mountain. At the center of the clearing was a large, wooden, circular platform. Atop the platform I was seated in small, wood-carved throne. One of the creatures, a green goblin with a feminine figure, approached me with a wooden, slightly splintered crown and placed it atop my head. All of the surrounding creatures then bowed to me (while they bowed, I felt something poke the top of my head. I removed the crown to find the end of a nail sticking out). A festival then ensued.
During the festival, I approached the edge of the platform and prepared to leave. Some of the creatures noticed what I was doing and begged me to stay, but I ignored them, projected my Wings of the Heart, and kicked into the air.
As I glided through the air, I ended up in a place which closely resembled a past school campus. Whilst traveling in and out of the connected buildings, I spend the rest of the lucid dream trying to make contact with my subconscious with no success.
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