Zukin's Dream Journal! <3

I should have written this one right when I woke up...but I didn't...and I'm left with fragments.

I was lucid - I don't remember how. Once again, I couldn't remember any of the things I wanted to do in my lucid dream (a sign of my recent scatterbrainedness, I'm sure) - so I decided to do backflips. Because why the hell not. Plus it's fun in zero gravity.

When I got bored of that, I decided to fly around on the threshold of Earth's atmosphere and outerspace. Flying around in Earth is moderately fun, flying around in space is great (except it's always BONE CHILLINGLY COLD FOR ME ), but flying on the threshold of the two is the best.

I flew up above the clouds. It was sunset...and beautiful!



I flew over the clouds quickly....the giant white clouds began to morph into thousands of doves. The clouds would just dissipate into these beautiful white doves that would scatter away! It was so amazing.

I flew up higher and into outerspace through the solar system. I flew really quickly past the planets and it made me feel a bit disorientated.



That was great, but I decided to come back home to Earth. When I landed, I saw a tornado on the horizon. I decided to fly into it, but I think I woke up before I reached it.

I was standing alongside a river. There was a bridge with a bunch of holes in it. Somewhere beneath the bridge, Scylla was lurking, ready to snatch me up if I wasn't quick enough. I was terrified. How was I going to cross the bridge?



The dream momentarily destabilized and I felt myself in my bed. Woah, weird! Oh wait, this is a dream!

"Well, if this is a dream, fuck this stupid bridge. I'm out of here!"

I flew up into the air. Holy shit this dream was so vivid. I could feel the warmth in the air, the wind brushing up against my face as I rose upwards, and the mist against the water. A slight fog hung over the river and I could feel all of the molecules of water brushing against me! I flew alongside the river, giving myself time to adjust to the dream.

James had given me hints on his whereabouts last time. Was my first mission simply to find him? Even if it wasn't, I had a lot of questions for him. His presence in my dreams had stumped me. The dream was destabilizing, dammit. I needed something to hold, to touch. I was starting to feel both the dream world and the outside world at the same time.

I landed briefly at my house and grabbed a branch. I felt its leaves and flowers. Once again, I had a sure footing in the dream. I flew off again and aerily picked a house that could look like James' house.

I landed outside the property. It was a small blue house surrounded by a black gate. The front lawn was green with life and trees and flowers. I opened the black gate and stepped on the sidewalk leading up to the house. Without knocking, I opened the front door and the screen door. I wasn't sure what I was going to find inside the house.

I walked into a living room, and saw James sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper.

"James!" I called out. He lifted his eyes from the newspaper and gave me a confused look before recognizing me. His appearances had changed shape but I could definitely feel that it was still him.

"Well! Hello, Zukin. I wasn't expecting your arrival at this time," he greeted.

"Yeah, well, I decided to come and see you. I have some questions," I admitted.

"Excellent. What are they?" He inquired.

"Well, first, why do you come in my dreams? Are you a part of me? My dream guide? Usually I can feel when something is part of me or if it's foreign...but you completely stump me," I said.

James hesitated, "I am not a part of you, no. My intentions? Well, Zukin, you need urgently to learn to sense the intentions of others in your dreams. I could very well be insecting."

"...insecting?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's a term I invented...I could be in your dream, solely to take your life force; your energy."

"...Are you?" I asked suspiciously. He chuckled, without answering. I started looking around at his livingroom. Situated right next to us was a bookcase. The bookcase was filled with books about dreaming and...books with other people's names on them, like diaries or something.

"What are all these?" I asked.

"Some of them are books I've written. Others are logs of other dreamers whom I've come into contact with, like yourself." Some of the logs were really thick, as if the two dreamers had had a lifetime of contact with each other.

"I wish I could remember all of this better," I admitted, realizing that the titles and names on the books would fade when I woke up.

"It's probably better that you don't. Zukin, I have a question for you," he looked at me, studying my reaction, "do you notice a change in me, a change in my energy?"

"Yes, you seem...anxious," I responded, searching his energy for a reason. He nodded.

"....Were you expecting someone else today? Another dreamer?"

He nodded. I wasn't sure if I should feel dejected, or worried that someone a lot more powerful was about to walk through the door.

Suddenly, James ran fast. What the...?? I paused for a moment, not sure if I was supposed to chase after him. Well, why not? The dream was still going strong. I flew out the window, flying fast, eager to catch up. It didn't take that long, seconds perhaps. He had lead me to where a group of two or three other men were standing. He seemed surprised that I had not only found him again, but gotten here so fast. He shouldn't be so surprised, I thought to myself. Flying is my forte.

He greeted the men with names that I didn't recognize nor can remember, "this is Zukin, our unexpected guest."

One of the men raised his eyebrows, testing. "Well? Does she have any ability?" The man materialized a tennis ball and threw it at me. I caught it. Gees, I'm not a dog, I thought to myself!

I threw it back. This time, he threw it several hundred feet into the air, and with such force it became a blur. I raced up into the sky...caught it and threw it back.

"Hmpf," one of the other men materialized a weird ball, reminiscent of the snitch from Harry Potter. He threw it up into the air, but it had a mind of its own. It was swift, flying haphazardly evading my catch. I raced up into the air, swift as the snitch itself, lightning fast, and caught it. Hah, like I said, flying is my forte.

I returned to earth, revealing to the men that I had caught the snitch-ball.

One of the other men flung himself into the air, and initiated a race. It only took a race down the street for me to catch him.

"Well, she definitely isn't new at this," one of the men added.

"She definitely has potential," the other said. James looked over, proud, and I woke up.

I was super drunk and laying in bed. There were people coming in and out of my room, and it was getting extremely annoying. They started going through my stuff and that's when I decided that I had had it and it was time to get up. I went into the bathroom and washed my face thinking to myself, some people are so annoying! Might as well do a reality check....Oh...I'm dreaming! Wtf? I don't even remember falling asleep! I knew that James was waiting on me somewhere, but I wasn't entirely sure how to go about finding him. I've never ever been good at finding people in dreams.

"James!!" I called out. Nothing. I went downstairs and called his name again.

"Who are you calling out?" A girl from my house asked, giggling, aware that no James lived here. I ignored her question. "Well, whatever you're up to....nice dress!" She added and I noticed that she was wearing the same dress that I was today, except her colors were inverted. Of course. I didn't want to spend this whole dream looking for him, but I still wanted company, and saw my friend John sitting on the couch.

"Hey, wanna go outside and fly with me?" I asked.

"Yeah of course!" He replied with his classic 'let's do this!' smile. We went outside. Perfect day! He took my hand in his and he took off into the sky. I've never flown with anyone else before, so it was an interesting new feeling of our momentums pulling on one another. Everything was in perfect clarity.

"Oooohhh look! It's our house!" I pointed down. Our house had turned into a temple with a red roof. I didn't mention this is the last few dreams that I posted cause it didn't feel important at the time, but very recently when my dream pans out to view my house, it's been represented as a red temple.

"Let's stop there!" I flew down and landed roughly on the roof of the temple (it was actually very high up in the clouds, yet the trees were even taller!). There were other people on the roof too and it was impressive. John shared my enthusiam.

"Okay...I picked where to stop this time...it's your turn now to pick where we go!" I exclaimed. John's face lit up with excitement and we flew away.

"Okay...This might be terrifying," he added, "but stop flying, and just grab my hand." I did so and he immediately stopped flying upward and then raced downward! Ahhhh accelerated free fall!! Booo woke me up!