I'd like to call all oneironauts, dreamhackers, dreamers, make-believers and poetic souls into this project to bring some tangible and wordly lasting proofs into surface from beoynd dreaming. To avoid immature sceptism and scientifically stucked minds making all whys, cant's and other ice that sink this thread, key is to write as a dreaming practice.. poetic language instead of school reports and try-to-proofs. Don't claim anything just describe, use emotions and fuzzy old avodian logic to move in the mindfield

Mess
In the oceanic way of travelling I've many times encountered these places. They hapen when home, flat or commune get's turned into common dreaming place. Little bit resembling opium dens of the past. Coffey stains color the floor, dreams of different people mingle with music that has been played there, people skip work and school, replay dramas at the mornings, time gets twisted and things like island, winds, sanghaings, piracy, smuglings, ports and customs start to make sense in mundane world as the most fitting metaphores for dream discussions. Given scifi literature, movies, series or like-minded-imaginatives the line between seaports and spaceports gets thin

Chessboard
The most known symbol for world of games, you can see it in musicvideos, public places and with some imagination even in pavement. Most common colors are black and white like those worlds in book pages, old tv-programs, computer command prompt not to mentions some comics. Even starry sky is in it's dullest layer black and white but with some flash and springles.. ahem, I meant twinkels. At the basic level this world is pixelish meaning very square. Like markets, unimaginative buildings and times squre. Mostly it luckily has some rarer material to soften it or ragy cracks that just happen to appear on it from just frustration. In chessboardish level it's about battle of dual forces: good and bad to be lame, right and left to be solitaire, black and white to name 2 elements of gathered 5, love and fear according to one principle, law and chaos in the world of eternal champion. This is the bi.nary nature of it. To add some insight and points of views; you can find yourself in between of playing characters either knowing that your in game (like in potter) or not knowing that, you can also find yourself in the players seat playing dead pieces, playing dreaming pieces or fearing for your pieces in state of not being able to relate yourselve into loss, sacrifice, killing joke, fear and guilt. This is a deep world so I'm going to move forward trusting that you have imagination and momeries of all possible iterations of it. After all this is somewhat more like age of games than any other I've met... maybe 80's and 90's were different enough to appear as their own zones. Ok, some seeds still: hunts and sports are very close to world of games, as beauty contest and other realityshow like kings of the hill. Wheel of fortunes, alphabetes, all forms of dreaming of Vegas and jeopardies. Ultimate hunt for deer heart of other can be cruel, jealoys and violent, if not understuud the law of eternal hunt. Only those preys that willingly and eagerly surrender for killing lead to lasting bondings. In love and war all means are allowed, but failing to understand what love is doesen't bring any good and none can be happy with just bad. In eternal hunt there is no ultimate death and hunter and hunted change their roles between each death.
World of plays by the border of every game world usually intersecting it. It has connections to theater and other muse inspiritated worlds.

Silverspoon
There is a spoon? Yes, but it's in hyperposition so it might as well not to be. It's made of plastic and it's enterprizish. Silver version of it connets to moon magic, it's what giveth the silver lining to clouds and memories, make up silverscreens, quicksilver that can be very slow, almost appear nonmoving, solid and material.. it can even make sense as a cheese. This is what moon and silver does to my mind. I'm having no problem on believing that the God shows me a connection between moonwalking Jackson, mickey mouse, house that jack build as metallic masonic machinery of jack the ripper in moorish dark way as well with the hysterical twist. Creole moon, red moon, yellow moon, black moon and hollow deathstarlike mining sate'latte all appear as different worlds. So do the different auspices of moon, from new to full. Dark side is more interesting as man on moon behind the silver screen of nasa footage. I'm betting that nomad and his posse has many stories to share about these levels. Wolfs has deep connection with the moon and all godforms of those worlds. There are byways that connect satellites of different planets of copernicick system through space closer to each other than actual planets. Moonpaths from moon-2-moon. Cat's cradlle (aka homedream/genesis of cats) is often connected to moonpaths. In world of darkness central park holds werewolf caern that can open moonroads to other caerns. Central Park in fact has even deeper dreaming, connected to Holly Wood, theatre and imaginies of Lennon, it even has its own absolut vodka. When you get caught between moon and new york city leads to new york state of mind and easily to loops from Friends Tales of joey is intresting book in the library of dreams, it makes some proud claims of his carreer as baseball player as well underwater archeologist and tigerbeing (tigers have old compensating war with cats for tigers are more warriorlike and straightforward while cats are deceptive, flurry and mysterious)

Tomothia
Major Tom is first man who made his final death in space. Thing of the all possible outcomes. His world is mysterious realm between éarth and the moon as well as other space locations. It's very deeply connected to mythological america and us. Tom's diner is like hyperstatial everydaydiner where salt-of-the-earth everyday dudes and dudettes dine (plus some occasionally flying politicians), mirrors act strangly, jukebox holds lost and forgotten records. Radiostream plays radio free albemuth instead of radio ga-ga (mercurian eatheradio you can hear at the border of your sleep, where you distinguish certain verses, introes, instrumental masterpieces and soloes for the first time, make connections with your very own lifestory and other songs. Later you may end up wondering if those pieces were in the recordings before you first dug them up. If you are lucky you can make the sceptic in brains believe that in the midstream of sleepborder you were participating into birth of that song and story. If you believe dream beats time). In the Diner you can make magic with the coffey and music. Milkiway is really made out of milk, cream is an orchester as well white liquid, brown sugar and white sugar are very different things, cubic shapes melt into blackest night, canes have go in them, there is always some version of spoon and most experimental dreamers don't overlook other handy stuff like honey or cocoa. After choosing a coffey you may look at the menu for other treats that are present for the moment. <- This is where people get easilly stucked, for the cups are melting pots, cauldrons, chalices and graals for vast and strange brews that really have affect on drinker, her surroundings or both. This is the junkie aspect of Tom and if you mess with him in that level you may end up to have hung over of your life when reality next time hits you.. so if this seems familiar level to you, i suggest to move forward from there: windows there are really special kind of mirrors that reflect the state of consumerismh, tastes, desires, addictions, passions, memories, sugarjunkienishm and ethics of fast food. During the night-time they reveal themselves as the mirrors they truly are. Truckdivers from different dreamstates and constelations come to pick up their heavy fuel and you can get the hicth from them. Busses of touring musicians stop there also and even stranger folk. Elvishes are not uncommon there during the night time. Funilly diner seems to be located in the middle of american desert during the night time while during the day times it's located mainly in cities and smalltowns. It must be for the ufo-traffic which is not easily handled in city dreamings. If there happens to be curtains present during the night time, you can find your way to theater or circus that lies behind this curtain.