New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight

I am in what looks like a huge and luxurious mansion. It is a bit in disrepair, but still looks like it is overall good condition. Just a bit dirty and dusty. The walls are lined with shelves that display collections of various objects. I don't remember a lot of the items on the shelves, just that they struck me as interesting at the time. The items I do remember are collectible toys that are still mint in package, I think to myself that my ex boyfriend James would have loved to take a look around this place. I have the idea I am looking for a very special item, a treasure of some kind. I don't have a clear image of the treasure I am looking for, but I am confident I will know the treasure when I see it.

I meet someone in the house also looking for the same treasure, and I realize I have been seeking the treasure with MoSh helping me. He says he hasn't yet found the treasure. I see something moving out of the corner of my eye. Is it another person helping us? No, it is most certainly a zombie. This old mansion is a perfect place for zombies to be roaming. I lead MoSh to the next room without alarming him about zombies.



This room is filled with old books on more old shelves. It is pretty cool, actually. I would like to look through some of the old books, but I am certain there are still zombies stalking us. MoSh suggests the treasure might be buried in the back yard. I tell him we can go check, glad for a reason to get out of the house full of zombies. We leave the library just as I see movement of something entering the room behind us.

MoSh and I pass through a kitchen and into what I am assuming is the back yard. He has suggested we dig, but I have no shovel. And in addition to that, the back yard is huge. There are many trees, and it is dark outside. I wonder how we are supposed to find anything in all that. I think maybe we should find a shovel first. I see a tool shed not far away, so we both head that way. MoSh is looking around nervously. I also feel like we are being stalked. Are there more zombies out here? Of course there are! They wouldn't stay in the house, they would follow us outside to catch us. I look around for any sign of the zombies I can feel watching us. And since MoSh also seems to notice something, I know for a fact it's not just my imagination.



MoSh and I are heading towards the tool shed when I hear something behind us, between us and the house. We've been cut off from shelter. I hear more things off to the side. Am I being paranoid, or are they real? I look to MoSh for some kind of confirmation, but he says nothing. I'm not sure if he even is aware of my presence any more, he is looking around a lot as if he also knows we are being followed. I tell him we need to defend ourselves. I don't get any response. Has MoSh become a zombie? I don't know what I'll do if he has become a zombie… but I don't need to figure that out since I wake.

Note: I am starting a two month experiment based in Mortal Mist with a couple of other users, KayTea and mentalenforcer, to make a MILD attempt at least once per night for two months straight. It seemed like this would help keep KayTea motivated, and I also think I need to get more consistent lucids and recall. I used to have a lucid most every night, sometimes more, and good recall. My numbers have crashed lately, so I hope this will get me back on the right track again. This is night one. I had one lucid, though the lucid is not the one I was aiming for in my MILD. I had the dream I was aiming for in my MILD, but it wasn't lucid… well, I guess that's sort of success…

Party Crashing
I am at what looks like an office party, I am not very pleased because I have been forced to give up on looking for a game design job for the time being and I am working at a hospital data center again. This party isn't for the data center staff, it seems the hospital never really shows their appreciation for us, rather it's for the nurses. I won't argue that the nurses are important and to be appreciated, but why do us data center computer operators always get ignored? I feel entitled to some of the celebration. They have lots of cake, it looks delicious. They won't notice if a little of it is missing… so I take a piece. The icing is the best I have ever tasted short of my mother's homemade frosting!

I eat the cake, taking time to enjoy every bite. I want more… I take more… and then some more. They are bound to notice the change now. Sure enough, they notice me there eating cake and they know I'm not supposed to be there. One of the nurses asks if I'm not from the data center, I don't want to lie, so I say yes. She says it's nice to meet me, help myself to cake if I want it. I think she might be being sarcastic, but her smile is genuine. No one minds that I'm here, so I help myself to another piece of cake. If I have to work here, I'll do it on a sugar high!

Moving Day
I am with my mother and we are looking through our new house, which is nothing short of a mansion. This house is already ours, the only thing we are doing now is looking through the place and figuring out where we are going to put our stuff. We'll need more stuff to fill a house this big! Right now the seller's stuff is still in there, but it is in the process of being moved out. Movers are coming in and going out with loads of stuff. I leave on my own and explore areas that the movers haven't come to yet. There are so many rooms, I am planning on where I'm going to put all of my crap. I must have more crap than I do in waking life. My mother is telling me not to take up too much space with my stuff. I wonder why since there is so much room. There is much more room than we need… why are we moving into a place so big? We wouldn't be moving into a house like this! This triggers a RC and I find I am dreaming.

Yay! I start by flying, I head up a wide flight of stairs to the upper level of the mansion. It is the third floor, and I see there are many windows up there to take advantage of natural lighting. I want to go outside and fly. I take a chair and try to smash a window… strong window… I hit it harder and it breaks, I clear the shards out and then leave through the window. It's time to complete a task. What do I want to do? I remember working on a video game a friend and I are making, so I decide to dream about that. I look to find a place I can use to start development of the area without starting from nothing. I am still looking for that when I wake. Damn.

Eternal Dream
I am in what looks like either a small town or maybe an area on the outskirts of a larger city. It is a pleasant area, quiet with a lot of nice shops along the streets. There is a larger shopping center at the main intersection with a store that reminds me of Walgreens, and a grocery store, an arts and crafts store like Michael's, and a bank, but everything else is a bunch of smaller shops.

As I explore the place I make note of the shops. The antique shop on the corner across the street from the shopping center is exactly how I'd pictured it. Other shops along the streets include a jewelry store, a boutique that seems to sell some unusual clothing and souvenir type items, a book store that has both new and used books for sale, a martial arts dojo / exercise gym,

a community college type place, a gun shop, and a place that announces it sells everything Renissance. There seems to be most anything anyone could want, and some things I wouldn't have thought of. Cool. I am making an effort to remember this for when I get home, I can model this stuff. I wish I had a camera or something with me to remember the place better. I continue exploring, heading towards what looks like the main city. But I can't go any farther… there is a massive sinkhole? The crevice is so deep and there is boiling lava in the bottom of it… um… wtf? I head in the other direction. I find a residential area and then another sinkhole / crevice, more lava. I wander back into the area I started in. Something is odd about the gym. The exercise machines which have always looked a bit like torture devices in their design are actually torture devices.

The people working out aren't working out, they're being tortured… burned… crushed… flayed… having their bodies forced into unnatural positions… the people I had thought were personal trainers are the torturers and they are taking pleasure in every cry of pain and plea for mercy… this isn't right… I go to look for a way out of town again, and I find a small bridge over one of the crevices. It is narrow and perilous. I try it anyway. As I cross over I am attacked by fire demons or elementals or something like that, and I wake up in bed. I get up, I have my own place, but that doesn't seem odd to me. I go into the kitchen and get a drink. It's time to get up. I want to go look at the book store and see what I can find out about creepy dreams like the one I just had.