Death's Other Kingdom

I really want to get back into actively practicing lucid dreaming. I miss being on here and discussing dreams with you people! What follows are a few of the most interesting dreams I've had lately.

09.16.2017

Lonliness (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Something has occurred that causes Cheyenne and Jake to forget about me. It's something like a spell or an alternate timeline where we never met and became friends. All I really recall is a rainy night, incomprehensible lonliness, and finally speaking to Cheyenne again even though she does not remember me.

09.16.2017

Foolishness (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Note: This was basically expected. I took one 4mg tablet of Galantamine before bed and another during WBTB at 3 am. That is always a recipe for intense sleep paralysis, which was my goal. I'm trying to use it as a gateway for astral projection, or at least a good lucid.

I'm lucid, walking down the street where I grew up at night. Still affected by my previous dream, I summon Cheyenne to keep me company. I call out her name--- my usual method of summoning. A voice calls back from the darkness, but it's distorted and wrong. "YOU'RE not Cheyenne," I accuse the voice.

"Yes I am." The voice is normal now. Cheyenne approaches me from a dark path out of the trees by the edge of the road. Foolishly, I assume the original distortion must have been an effect of the sound bouncing off the almost tunnel like grove of trees. I am too desperate for companionship after my previous dream to question it further. I figure, this is a dream, so it's not REALLY her anyway.

Cheyenne walks with me back to my childhood home, where I lay down on a hammock around the side of the house. I am laying with my back to her, but it seems for a moment as though she has disappeared, much to my disappointment. If only that were the case...

Because suddenly I hear a demonic voice shriek from behind me, "FOOLED YOU!!!!" as a creature latches onto my back, cackling madly, its arm coming around to dig its long claws painfully into my chest. It falls with me into the dark void of sleep paralysis, mocking me with its shrill, shrieking laughter all the while.

My first thought is that I definitely had this coming to me. Despite my fear and pain, I remember telling myself NOT to try to wake up if I have SP tonight. I hold out for as long as I can, but eventually I give in to the fear and force myself awake.

09.21.2017

Final Destination (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The early part of the dream is a bit vague. I'm helping someone with computer stuff. There's also a girl I like with pretty blonde hair.

It's as I'm leaving this place that things start to go downhill. My boss has gotten himself mixed up in some Deep Web murder club with an invamous serial killer/hacker named "Sabine." He's going to one of their meetings right now (apparently they meet in a physical place?) and I make the mistake of walking with him to his truck, which is parked outside the convention hall. He asks if I want to come with him and I almost do, but change my mind.

Unfortunately, during this brief span of time, I've drawn the interest of Sabine. I have the option to join or die, and I refuse to do either. But Sabine is seemingly everywhere, with eyes in all forms of technology. I have no idea how to stay constantly vigilant agains a club of murderers who are determined to stalk and kill me. There is also a paranormal aspect to what is happening, but I fear the Murder Club humans much more.

There is a person I'm trying to protect who is also being targeted. I think it's the pretty blonde girl from before. I remember holding her hand, and we might have kissed. Can't really remember this part too clearly. She is involved with the paranormal part of this--- she is a Star who has fallen to earth and needs to find her way home. She is missing a lot of her memory, though. In turn, I have "memories" of these events happening before, in alternate timelines.

I have a conversation with who I think is one of the murderers about what's going on as he mocks me and prepares to kill me. I realize that he's not actually one of the human members of the club; instead, he is a Reaper. I laugh at him, saying I'm not afraid to die at the hands of a Reaper and that he can just go ahead and kill me. He swings his scythe at me mut it hits an invisible barrier. I laugh again. "Looks like you can't do it." I know I am protected against the likes of him, because I know how to use my spiritual energy to defend myself. He wonders out loud what could have caused this. To throw him off his game, I say something about "the Frenchman," apparently referring to the fallen angel Asher. (Asher was a character of mine back in high school. An annoying French angel. In the dream, however, we knew each other from one of the alternate timelines.)

I end up in a bar with my Star friend. Asher bursts in the door, but he looks different than how I remember him. His famous blonde hair is dyed black. He also does not yet remember me from the other timelines, but I know that he will.

I'm now with Asher outside my current residence. Evil vines come from the woods and try to strangle him, but I set them on fire. They scream like banshees as they burn.

07.13.2014

Of Sleep Paralysis, Molestation, and Demons (SP)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is a jumbled mess in my mind, but I'll try to draw some sense out of it. I normally consider my SP episodes lucid, but I was so confused that I thought all of this was actually happening because of demons instead of SP.

After some kind of parade involving Sam and Dean Winchester, I find myself in sleep paralysis, entirely unable to move. I don't know where I am, but I'm not in bed. There is a sharp pain in my hips as if someone is pushing my legs up towards my chest--- as I am not flexible at all, this is quite painful. Despite the pain, I am inexplicably somewhat aroused. I keep expecting something sexual to happen, but it doesn't.

I open my eyes when I feel someone grab my wrist forcefully. It is my grandfather, who's a preacher, performing an exorcism over me while shaking a bible. I notice that no one is actually moving my legs--- they are flailing around on their own accord. I am quite calm and not freaked out at all. Simply confused.

I manage to break out of whatever spell I'm in and pull away from him. He explains that a demon is after me, but I don't listen. I think that I'm late for a class and have to go get ready.

I end up at my friend Jake's house where I ask to take a shower. For some reason they have this large bathhouse outside that has locker-room style showers. There are other people in here at first, but after I start my shower everyone else leaves. I had been told by my grandfather not to enter here, because this is "where the Fallen Angel landed when he fell."

In the midst of my shower, I somehow end up flat on my back as the water splashes down on my face. I can't get up, or even move. My vision is confused because I'm seeing the dream shower as well as flashes from my actual bedroom (so I assume my eyes were at least partially open during this time). I hear an old-fashioned radio announcer ardently reading some apocalyptic sounding text, though I can make no sense of what he's saying. There is a high pitched screeching in my head.

Now starting to get a little freaked out, I use my normal foot-shaking technique to wake myself up.

I wake up, but don't move and instantly go back into it. I'm now thinking of turning this into a WILD, but I still think I'm lying down in the shower and I'm really concerned about either the demon coming back or someone wondering why I'm just lying here, so I wake myself up again.

By the time I realize I'm not really in the shower, I'm too awake to get back into SP.

07.06.2014

The Stowaways (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in my childhood home, heading toward the back of the house. I see a small person-like figure dart through my brother's old room and hide behind the dresser. I intend to check this out, but something catches my attention and I forget all about it until I witness the same thing later.

I call to my mom for backup as I slowly approach the dresser. What could be back there? Suddenly, a wild toddler springs out. He's screaming madly and trying to bite me. I yell in fright before attempting to restrain the crazy child, hauling him into my mom's room. Suddenly, I "remember" that this is my little brother. Apparently we all forgot that he exists, so he took to hiding in the walls like a rat.

But then--- plot twist! Another little boy shows up. Both boys are naked except for diapers, and I wonder how they've been using the bathroom all this time. This new boy is *actually* my forgotten little brother. The other one had simply found his way into the house somehow. My "actual" brother growls at the imposter and territorily chases him out of the house.

07.06.2014

Lucid Distractions (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I suddenly have a terrible problem where saliva is pouring out from underneath my tongue like a fountain. As I run to the sink, I remember that this only ever happens in dreams. Still, the problem is so uncomfortable that I must find a way to make it stop before I carry on with the dream. I mistakenly believe that I once ended this by playing tennis, so I pretend that I'm playing tennis with my reflection to distract myself.

The distraction is too good. I forget I'm dreaming and lose the scene.

07.06.2014

Suicide Mission (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in a group of kids aged 9-14. We are our own little army, equip with all manner of firearms. My particular unit is about to go on a suicide mission to end a rogue band of drug dealers that have been threatening us for far too long. If we don't take them out, the younger ones will suffer for it. We each have a little packet of cyanide in case we get captured.

Our leader walks up to the door and counts to three. I assume that we're firing at whoever comes out the door, so I position myself beside the door and take aim. I assumed wrong.

When our leader knocks on the door, I realize she's setting up a fake drug deal to lure our victims into a false sense of security so that we can infiltrate their base and take them all out. Upon realizing this, I hastily try to put my gun away before I'm noticed. Too late. The drug dealer realizes he's being set up, and all hell breaks loose.

My leader yells at me amidst the fighting for screwing everything up. "I'm sorry!" I yell back. "You didn't explain the operation to me! How was I supposed to know!"

07.06.2014

Demonology (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

After attempting to ride my bike back to campus and getting lost, I somehow end up being forced to help a demon regain power. I learn that new technology will burn the demon out of her host, so I attempt to burn her out with my cell phone. Her croney catches me before I can succeed. When I try the same tactic again later, she merely laughs at me. She had regained her full power by this point, and technology could no longer hurt her.

I'm trying to get into dream yoga. It's hard for me to stay focused that long, but I'm making progress if my recall from last night has anything to say about it.

07.05.2014

Unjustified Anger (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

After helping my co-worker's elderly grandfather move some heavy furniture, then taking an ill-advised trip to the airport on a whim, I somehow manage to make it to work half an hour early. "Well, I guess I'm early today," I say with surprise as I walk in the front door.

Our receptionist, Anita, glares at me. "I guess you are," she mutters, scribbling angrily on a sticky note. I'm surprised by her reaction.

"Wait, don't be mad. If you don't want me here early, I could just wait outside until I'm supposed to be here..."

She glowers at me again. "I'm not mad."

"Um, really? I think you are. You keep scowling at me..."

"Okay, you're right. I AM mad."

I spend the rest of the dream thinking up ways to get back on her good side.

07.05.2014

Footsteps (SP)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

((I consider my SP episodes to be lucid, as long as I realize I'm in SP, because it's somehow a state of dreaming while I'm caught between being asleep and awake. I can see the real world if I open my eyes, but it is intermingled with hallucinations--- like a dual layer of reality.))

I wake up in SP for the second night in a row. Weird how it acts up more when I'm focusing on LDing. I hear my bedroom door open and footsteps on the carpet leading towards my bed. Someone is in here. Then, my mom's voice: "Lola?"

Oh no. My mom and stepdad are home early. WHY are they here? I left a huge mess that I intended to clean up before they returned. Now they'll think I'm a slob.

Wanting to explain myself and question their early arrival, I struggle to move. As usual, only my foot seems operable. I shake it back and forth as quickly as I can manage, but I'm still having problems coming out of it. I struggle to keep my eyes open, which usually helps. I can see the wall and the window whenever I manage to force my eyes open. I feel my mom standing over my bed staring at me. She's probably wondering why I'm shaking my foot like this.

Finally, the motion is enough to jar me awake. I realize that I'm here alone. My mom was never in the room--- once again, just a hallucination.

07.05.2014

Questionable Content (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Much of this is lost, but it was a pretty extensive dream. Mostly I remember the house of a man I had some kind of conflict with. There are several instances where the image of the house is the prominent focus of the dream. The man seems to be Ned Flanders from the Simpsons. Apparently he was never actually a Christian, but was secretly doing neo-Pagan rituals in his house and cursing the Simpsons. This amuses me greatly. However, he seems to be depressed because of something to do with his wife. She died, perhaps. I also believe he may have blamed me for whatever it was. At some point, this results in an epic battle in the street against his mecha form.

07.05.2014

DJ Academy (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a place that could be straight out of an anime. A girl is leading me and a small group of other girls around a huge radio company, explaining that we're all going to be DJs for these reality talk shows. Everyone here has their own show, in many different genres. "You'll learn what kind of DJ you are pretty quickly," our guide tells us. I'm a little confused as to how I got here. When she concludes the tour, our guide asks if we have any questions.

I raise my hand. "What exactly is this place?" I ask. I realize how stupid this sounds when she gives me a 'were-you-even-listening-to-a-word-I-just-said' glare. I am now somewhat lucid, though at a very low level. "I mean, I KNOW this is a radio station, but I don't know how I got here. And um, I think I missed the first part of the tour? Is this like a DJ academy?"

She explains that no, it is not. We are to start our own specific style of show with our individual skill sets, which we'll learn as we go.

((Starting from this point, I awake and re-enter the dream many times due to irritating dogs barking right outside my window.))

I'm exploring the station and checking out the various different studios and DJs. Everyone here is their own special brand of crazy, I realize. I'm in the studio of a very pale girl with white hair and red eyes. She's dressed in Lolita style clothing and seems just like an anime character. She talks like a little kid, though she's probably my age. The directer (our tour guide from earlier), is standing in the doorway observing. I suddenly notice a familiar container on the Lolita's book stand--- my medicine! "Hey, these are mine!" I snatch up the pills before she can take them. "How did you get these?"

She tries to deny stealing them, saying their hers, but the director cuts in. "What have I told you about taking other people's things, [girl's name]?"

((Awake. Re-enter.))

I am participating as a guest in one of the DJ's studios. There is a large swimming pool with rows of intertubes. Some of the tubes have people in them. Playing against another newbie, I have to throw bean bags and hit the people. I think it's going to be like Bingo or Tic-Tac-Toe, but it turns out to be more like shuffleboard with no clear rules. The people in the intertubes are swimming around, making it even harder. I lose horribly, and the girls sitting by the pool watching make fun of me.

((Awake. Re-enter.))

This part is rather vague. Something about a dude with rabbit ears who needs my help getting out of a fix with a demon (who happens to be one of the DJs).

((Awake. Re-enter.))

The rabbit-eared guy walks out the door of the demon's studio, leaving me to deal with the angry DJ. I'm very slightly lucid--- I "remember" having this dream before. I know that the demon is going to spew sludge on me, so I guard my face with my hat. The rest of me gets covered in slimy demon puke. He's supposed to do this four times, according to my "memory" of the supposed previous dream that never actually happened. On the third time, the feeling of the cold slime on the back of my neck jars me awake.

11.18.2013

The Demon Within (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am with my mom. I'm trying to eat a sandwich, but something really confusing and disconcerting is happening that is making concentration difficult (can't exactly remember very well). My focus on attempting to eat is broken when my mom tells me that I'm not "me" anymore. She says "The Beast has taken over you. You're not who you used to be."

I look in the mirror and see that I'm no longer having problems eating my sandwich. Quite the opposite. I am now savagely stuffing it in my mouth, eating as though I've been starving for years. Upon realizing this, I stop and stare at my reflection in horror.

My mom's words suddenly make sense to me. I'm not who I always believed myself to be. I suddenly remember that I'm a demon who possessed the body of this girl when she was much younger, and our memories integrated. Our identities are practically inseparable now, a perverted integration of myself as a demon and her as a human.

I forgot to post this one yesterday.

04.01.2013

Chase of Fools (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Early one morning, I hear the school bus go by and I realize I've missed it. ((What I fail to realize is that I graduated high school nearly a year ago...)) I run outside and see that I will never catch up on foot. I guess I'll have to drive.

My neighbor Melissa has also missed the bus, so I decide to give her a ride as well. After I turn off my street, we are on a road that should lead straight to the school. Instead, we end up in some weird complex.

No longer in the car, we are walking on foot through the complex. I become lucid, because missing the bus and then getting lost is a common dream sign of mine. I decide that all I really want to do for this dream is to explore.

The complex is basically made up of short walls surrounded by a barbed wire fence. There are three sections to the complex, each one taller than the previous. As we are walking through this rather boring place, a tall naked man with deathly white skin and no face comes up behind us. He is angry that we are in his complex. He clearly wants us dead.

I am in no mood for a chase, so I figure that if we just get out of the complex, he'll go away. With a combination of flying and climbing, I make it out and head into the town. Unfortunately, the creepy guy is still following.

I decide to just ignore him out of existance. The only problem is, everyone I come across intentionally says something to remind me of him, so he continues to chase me.

I lose lucidity somewhere along the line when I have a false awakening. I make it back to my house, where I find horrifying sigils drawn everywhere. I recognize the sigils as a sign of an incredibly evil demon lady who has apparently tormented me in the past. I am trying to figure out how to get rid of her again when I wake up.

03.27.2013

Coughing up Roaches (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in a classroom at my old high school with two annoying kids who were freshman back when I was a senior. I take a nap, and when I wake up the entire school has undergone some kind of demonic shift.

My first sign that something is terribly wrong is when I begin coughing up roaches. I am coughing and hacking, with huge live roaches spilling out onto the floor. One of them crawls out of my mouth and scurries up my face to hide in my hair. I am disgusted, but not quite as disturbed as I should be.

Some time passes and I am deep within the belly of the school, in a dungeon-like area filled with row upon row of drying racks. On the racks are the decaying corpses of goblins. I am travelling with a live goblin, and I feel sorry that he has to see all of this. The ceiling is very low, so we are walking hunched over.

We make our way through the seemingly endless expanse of dead goblins, when the ceiling begins to collapse. We quickly evade the falling rubble until we come to an area where the ceiling is a bit higher. There are still rows and rows of drying racks in this area, but at least we don't have to hunch forward to walk anymore. Unfortunately, there are also Giants guarding this section. I imagine that they are on high alert due to the collapsing ceiling, so we flee the area as quickly and quietly as possible.

Along the way, these red bamboo creatures called "Rod Foxes" begin chasing us. I lose my goblin companion, but I make it out of the drying rack area and hide from the Rod Foxes in a classroom. There are a few students in there who are former classmates of mine. One of them looks out the door and says that a teacher is coming. This is a problem, because all of the teachers have become demonized. My classmate says that if we just do as we're told, he won't hurt us.

The teacher enters the room and tells us to sit in alphabetical order. We comply immediately. He then slams a putrid goblin head onto my desk and says that I must eat it, because it's "tea time."

I refuse to eat the goblin head and end up slashing the teacher's throat with dual knives. (Not sure how I acquired these.)

More time passes and my cockroach problem has gotten worse. I can't stop coughing, and the roaches are crawling out of me at an alarming rate.

Somehow I manage to stop coughing. There is a painting of a castle on a nearby wall, and I become lucid while admiring it. I decide that I will go into the painting and explore the castle. I manage to get into the painting, but the night is so dark that I can barely see.

I wake up shortly afterward.

03.23.2013

Fat Demon (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have travelled back through time to the year 2008. I am going to my grandma's house. I'm really excited, even though it is a very important mission, because this should mean that I will get to see my grandfather again.

Outside the house, there is some scene involving a cat that seems important, but I cannot remember it.

Weird things are going on in the house. My grandfather is already dead, which doesn't make sense since he died in 2011. My grandma has a shrine for him built in the living room. I am stressing out, trying to figure out what's going on.

After examining the signs, I realize I have seen this situation before. A certain type of fat demon is causing this. All I have to do is kill him and things should go back to normal.

More weird things happen, and I remember becoming lucid. I go along with the plot of the dream for a while longer (though I can't remember any of it! I just remember being lucid for a really long time in a huge market like area). Eventually I decide to try to complete by goal of finding out the name of a girl that my friend drew. Crazy things are still happening all around me, and I'm wondering how I can focus on summoning her while I'm being chased by whatever it is.

((This was a really long dream. I wish I hadn't forgotten all the important parts.))

Fun night, despite not sleeping much.

03.16.2013

Krueger Propaganda (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I spontaneously become lucid in the middle of a somewhat hectic situation that I can no longer remember. I decide to fly away.

I start from my house and fly over the trees, the back road, and the forest. All along the way, there are Freddy Krueger posters EVERYWHERE with strange and violent quotations on them. "Hmm, I wonder what he's up to," I murmur to myself. I fully expect him to show up and try to cause trouble. He'd better stay away if he knows what's good for him. ((It is a running joke among my friends that I was married to Krueger and am now divorced.))

I am flying Peter Pan style, and it is quite an exhilerating feeling. I pass by a lot of beautiful scenery. At one point I stop to talk to some people, but my recall is really hazy and I don't remember what happened next. Sadly, I know there was a lot that happened afterward, I just can't grasp it at the moment.

03.16.2013

Demon Opression (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My campus has been overrun by demons who are under the guise of Indian women. I am standing in the lobby of my dorm, preparing to leave. A little girl, around 11, is trying to get in the elevator. I know that once on the elevator, it will draw people in to the demon's dimension, making escape almost impossible. But the girl is convinced that she has to get upstairs to find her sister. I get on the elevator with her, determined to protect her.

We get upstairs and the demon women spot us as soon as we step off the elevator. I grab the little girl and haul her down the hallway, keeping her away from the demons. We never find her sister, but we somehow make it back outside.

Later I am riding to California with my friends to start anew. The world is somewhat post-apocalyptic now; dark and dangerous. As we are leaving, I see my German professor chopping firewood in a temporary camp near the school. I am surprised that he now has a lot of intricate tattoos going down his body.

01.16.2013

Sleep Paralysis (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I suddenly become conscious of myself, paralyzed and floating in the black void between dreams. I am not concerned about anything; I just passively wait for a dream to pull me in. It seems as though it's taking longer than normal.

Eventually the faint buzzing of my body grows into great roaring vibrations, far more powerful than normal. It is unpleasant, but I recognize the feeling of being pulled towards a dream, so I do not fight it.

Suddenly I am "waking up" in a chair, with my head hanging uncomfortably back off the arm. "How did I fall asleep in this chair?" I wonder groggily, painfully pulling myself to a sitting position. I do not suspect that I'm dreaming at all. I am wondering how I got back into a house that no longer exists, but more pressing concerns distract me: my teeth seem to be misaligned so that my mouth cannot close properly, and I taste blood.

I stumble to the bathroom and am horrified to find that I have a disgusting looking underbite. My teeth slide together painfully when I try to close my mouth. I push my teeth back and close my mouth the right way, but whenever I open my mouth my teeth go all crooked again. Freaked, I suddenly am reminded of the taste of blood. I start spitting up large globs of blood all over the sink.

Okay, this is definitely a dream. I remember the sleep paralysis now, and find myself silly for not seeing this sooner. However, the sleep paralysis overtakes me once more before I get a chance to move. The feeling is once again extremely unpleasant, so much that I struggle to wake up.

I succeed briefly. I wake up, then roll over and immediately go back to sleep.

Now I am in a doctor's office, talking to a nurse about my sleep paralysis and the possibility that I have some kind of sleeping disorder. She laughs at me derisively, as if she doesn't believe me. She instructs me to go into this small room to take some kind of test, which I assume will verify that my problem is legitimate. It is a small room with a desk and a computer screen- no keyboard or mouse or anything.

I sit in front of the computer. Suddenly a demon comes out of it with a horrible demonic chattering filling my head. I can tell it is trying to drain my energy. I become lucid once more. "I'll just force it back into the screen with my telekinesis," I think, not worried in the slightest. But when I hold out my arm and try to exert my will upon it, the demon shoots up my body and drags me back into sleep paralysis.

The demonic chattering accompanyied with the thundering vibrations in my head and body is almost unbearable. I struggle, but any movemment I succeed in making is never with my real, physical body. Somehow I manage to open my eyes. At first, I don't believe they are my real eyes, because I am still entirely paralyzed, but I manage to focus on my clock. It is hard for my eyes to focus on the numbers, but I make out 2:34.

I am getting really concerned, wondering if I'm actually having some kind of seizure. It is a struggle to keep my eyes open, but I concentrate as hard as I can on the clock to keep them from closing so I do not have another endless cycle of false awakenings and more sleep paralysis. I HAVE to wake myself up.

The air is shimmering and moving, the way heat looks coming off a hot blacktop in the summer, and that demented chattering is still screeching horribly in my head. Am I really being attacked by a demon? I cannot move any part of my body except my eyes and possibly my mouth (though it's hard to say if it's my REAL mouth that is moving), so I instead quicken my breathing. If I start breathing really fast and irregularly, maybe it will jolt me awake.

After a few more agonizing moments, the heavy breathing really does force me awake. I am panting heavily, my heart pounding. I look at the clock. The time confirms that my eyes were actually open, as it is now a few minutes after 2:34. After I compose myself and go back to sleep, I have more disturbing dreams, but no more sleep paralysis.