International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

12-09-11 I am in the camping grounds of my grand parents, though it isn't a camping grounds, but a prison. I am there with Nancy from weeds and we are both incarcerated. It isn't a bad prison, in fact we can regularly go outside and have a little hut to ourselves.

We keep looking up and see this fighter jet circling the grounds getting closer and closer. At one point it actually flies a couple of inches above the grounds on the road outside in a loop. This gets improved even further as the pilot takes the loops inside the dirt road inside the grounds and minimise the space needed for the loops.

Nancy and I start giving him thumbs up and waving at him and he eventually lands. He is a small fello and he isn't wearing a shirt. Think he has the hots for Nancy. I briefly consider if I should care, but I agree with myself that there is no need. He goes inside, think he hints to me to do what I want in the mean time.

Nancy and him discuss if he will be able to take off again and I explain that it is one of those hover jets that can take off vertically. He acknowledge this, but also explains that it would be quite expensive fuel wise to do so.

Notes: think the shitty recall is from having a massive headache all day and spending most day in doing a presentation for uni.

Vesterguard's Dreams

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

05-09-11 I am in bed and I get parts of an entity handed over to me by Silas. There are 8 parts in total and I feel like I have finally obtained the right frame of mind and personality to take on the demon.

I assemble it and am struck with terror. I notice this is how he fights and get up out of bed and defies his will. I get an image of something that looks like a T Rex. It is his will against mine and after a while I plant my feet in the ground probably somewhere in the middle of the room and just stands there and defies the demon.

Think you can describe the encounter as a stalemate, which is a hell of a lot better than me just simply giving into the utter terror it instils.

I wake up feeling the remnants of a nightmare, though I know I can manage it mentally because I defied the terror. Quite the ambivalent feeling really.
…

I am in a barn with a black horse. The horse is already saddled and I try to calm it down talking to it. It shifts it's attention to the wall behind it, where a black sword is hung upon the wall.

I walk past the horse and pick up the sword.

A person appears from the entrance behind the horse and tells me.

“He can see you know”

“He tells me that you will go to him of your own free will”

Fine whatever. I follow the man outside the barn. He is wearing a cape and a cane and maybe a hat, not sure about the hat. There is someone with him, I get the feeling it is an assistant of sorts.

We are walking on a stone terrace with plenty of hedges and we sort of have to zig zag to get upwards. The caped man and his assistant is humming the humming part of “Fire coming out of the Monkey’s head” by Gorillaz. I am walking ight behind them and with a pace that would soon make me overtake them.

I am swinging the sword around and generally I don't feel afraid, though I am positive that instilling fear is the prime goal of the caped man.

Him and his assistant starts walking a bit faster and we all start drumming along. Him with his cane and me with the sword. I have no clue what his assistant is using. It sounds OK, but not great, still I am enjoying it and start laughing a bit.

We get to the top of the terrace and start walking down the side. The caped man explains that we will go out over sea and signal our return with a flare.

I pull out my wand and shoot fire out of it, a thin line of fire that lands maybe 20 metres away and cause some embers to appear. “Great I will have to remember how I did that next time I turn lucid, fire has given me a few problems before” I think to myself and keep on walking.

We get down to a docking area and as it is dark I make light appear out of my hands, still holding my wand. Increase light I think and it happens. Someone is joining us for from behind a hedge and I get the feeling that they are joining us for the journey.

I think the caped man's assistant is also making light appear out of his palms, though his is brighter than mine.
…

I am in Holland. I am there to meet up with Sisse, Edith and Zizika.

Edith and I are wearing the same jacket, small light brown leathery thing.

There are videos of Zizika playing in some girl band.

I meet up with them at a table and Daniel takes my coat and put it on a wall behind us. I am uncomfortable with that as it might slide down onto the other side into the garden behind it.

skip

I am at Zizika's house and it is getting late, I am wearing varying amounts of clothes for some reason. I think it is lame of them to leave me there seeing as it is almost half six in the morning.

I get a call “Dennis, are you ready?”
…

Notes: The following FA might continue straight from the above dream.

I am lying in my bed and I look out the window and can see the roof of the house across the lawn. I have a suspicion that I am having a false awakening as my field of vision is still a bit blurry and incomplete, as the rooftop starts spinning. Spinning or the surroundings alternating between light and dark.

I remain still and start observing the scenario for a while, it feels too soon to try and move and jeopardise the stability of the dream. I get up as the spinning thing is wearing off and look outside and compared to the façade of just one building as normally there are two streets running down into town.

Even after this pretty clear realisation I still question if I am dreaming, as the details are quite vivid so I look at my hand and it is blurry with an extra finger. Even considering this I am a bit sceptical as I jump back and pull my feet up and prepare to go through the window feet first. I am a bit relieved when I sense my flight not failing me.

Outside the window I immediately tell the dream that I want to go to Chichén Itzá, but I can't find anyway near so I try and start spinning. Nothing really happens so I take a leap of faith and close my eyes.

At first it seems like the dream is fading as I am surrounded by lights, as if you would be looking at your eye lids, only much brighter. However I recall having pulled back a dream in a scenario like this before and I keep making swimming motions.

It works. The dream is coming back and the setting is now much much brighter. I am in a jungle and there are stone buildings and I get really excited, it definitely has a Mayan feel to it. I am standing by a white sanded shore of either a river, lake or ocean. In front of me are trees, less dense than what you would expect from a tropical forest, and an open forum like plaza.

I start flying towards this plaza and start calling out “Fellow Dreamers”. I see someone coming towards me or at least in my direction. I fly closer and over her, she looks at me she is riding on some animal and look girlish with blonde/brown hair to down below her shoulders. “Pil?” she says, which could have been “Peel” (suppose even “Pete” though that is probably stretching it as far as you can) “Pil” translated into English is “Arrow”.

I don't even think to stop and talk to her, but I don't really seem to be completely in control of this particular part of the flight either. I fly over the centre of the forum and looking down I see blue men with feline features.

“Brilliant! I defo have to speak with them” I think and, but as I start walking back towards where they were they have disappeared. The central spot has something that looks like an altar or something and I don't really fancy disturbing anything so I decide to go look for other dreamers.

I try keeping the beacon in mind, but I am not really at El Castillo and every time I try and do it I get distracted by black figures I can never really put any features to.

I fly around for a bit marvelling at the architectural wonders surrounding me. I fly past a small pyramid, waay too small to be El Castillo and carry on. There might be entities of some description at this smaller pyramid. I continue through and come to this place where a great wall with a lot of windows is surrounding an area of jungle.

This place is heavily ornamented with carved animal heads, although contrary to normal Mayan artistry it is protruding out from the walls instead of being carved into them. It doesn't make the place any less beautiful though, although I am sure I see an elephant at some point, which I find odd thinking about it when awake. At this place I ask the dream to extend itself 10 minutes.

I decide to try my luck again with the spinning, this time thinking more specifically about El Castillo. Same scenario happens I close my eyes and try and picture it or at least the shape of it. However this time although I make the same swimming motions, I don't get to the pyramid, though it might flash dimly once or twice.

Instead I am sent back to my bed and something weird happens. I hear a narrator talking about how I have now set foot in the Astral and that my physical damage is increased. Which sounds just too weird and I can't help but laugh myself and wonder if I am going be trapped here for 7-8 minutes. I can wriggle around and rotate freely within my own body and it doesn't seem like the wall I am lying next to is causing problems, though I can't see anything.

I wake up feeling amazing.

Vesterguard's Dreams

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

No recall from the night before this

04-09-11 Weeds themed dream, fragments only. Silas and Shane are there.

I find myself a big bag of weed and fancy a smoke, but I am missing the tobacco. I head for the shop and tell myself that I need to get rid of the tobacco after having smoked up, so I won't take up smoking cigarettes again.
…

I am in a museum or shop of some description and there is an exhibition going on in one of the back rooms. There is a poster on the building that explains that there are two types of fees that you can select between.

I approach the guard sitting in the museum and asks him what type of payment I should select. “entry fee” and “support”, are the two options. He recommends just entry fee, he doesn't believe I will be taking advantage of the full benefits of support. I end up paying 3 fees and feel a bit ripped off.

When I get in I am surprised to see that it isn't an exhibition on parrots as I had expected, but rather medical equipment. More specifically I am told it is Orthopedic tools and procedures, which makes sense when I look at the pictures and some of the people there.

Thure arrives and I wonder how he got in so quickly and if he has even paid his ticket. We wander around for a little while before leaving as the exhibition isn't that relevant for us. I feel a bit annoyed having paid the money I have, though I find consolation that at least they are being used charitably.
…

There is a blonde woman with us outside and it is late afternoon/evening I think. Someone asks where we are supposed to go and I point in the direction I know to be correct. The woman tells me that it wasn't the way we came and she would like to take the route she knows to be correct.

I let her, because I briefly doubt myself if I have made the right call. We start walking shortly after having a small discussion if it is OK to do it like that.

As we walk I look out towards my right and find a landmark I know. I had been pointing in the right direction, but we just carry on though the road I suggested would have been much quicker.

Notes: I am unsure if this fragment here is part of the above mentioned dream or the one below.
…

I am walking through the streets at night, the place feels like Bournemouth though on retrospection it looks nothing like it.

There are loads of pushers walking around, selling mainly weed and hash. I keep just refusing them, feeling like I might become addicted if I say yes.

At one point I run into an Old friend, Mark. He is one of the pushers and I just walk past him like I have the others. However I look back towards him and he turns and looks at me, then recognise me and throw me a lump of hash free of charge.

The texture is very soft compared to how it normally feels and I can sort of rub it out between my fingers.
…

Think there are huge chunks of the dream missing.

I am walking around in a field, which isn't a farmed field. The grass is yellowish and the sun looks like late afternoon.

We are a few of us there looking for either a monkey, a kid or a wolf. This whatever it is has threatened one of the group with a knife.

The knife has been found a bit up the field and it looks like a mixture of a scouts knife and a machete. Something is ironic with this thing that was after one of us, something about him being left out in the rain because.. argh.. shaky recall.

We hear singing and dancing behind us and turn around to see native Americans, or people honouring aspects of native American culture, singing and dancing around a fire.

“Awesome, that is cool” I say and from the right hand side two of our crew members come out and start making their way to join them.
…

Birds eye view of Nancy and Andy (from Weeds again, nearly done watching them all I swear) on a cliff side. There is a small narrow passageway and there is a long way down, yet still they are fighting, slapping each other and running past one another.
…

I am looking at a car driving through a tunnel. All of a sudden a person jumps from the side walk with a generous amount of clothes and boxes onto the front window of the car. She latches onto it and start punching through the soft fabric of the roof of the car.

The woman remnds me of Lisbeth, with rather big eyes and long curly brown hair.

The driver, a vampire, looks annoyed, but calm and collected he just raises his gun and pulls the trigger roughly in the area of where her arm is poking through. She looks up and I think is as stunned as I am that the bullet missed her.

There is a voice that beckons her to stay in character for just a bit longer, which she tries to.

When she gets off the car it is in a strange fashion. She sorts of slips down the hood and under the car. There is a small rectangular window from inside the car over one of the wheels, which are train wheels. Through this window/hole you see the woman get cut through the middle of her body by the train wheel.

Apparently this was part of the plan cause next thing that happens is that two grey vampires or demons come flying through the air holding onto the woman, who is now also completely grey. You get the feeling that she is receiving healing.

The perspective is no longer rushing behind the car but is stationary outside the tunnel. Along the two demons holding onto her there is also another demon that looks like a mixture between a dog and a horse, also completely grey, though I also have this feeling that the grey thing is temporary.

The demon dog/horse seems like the leader of the pack and is holding a vampire in it's jaws around his midsection.

We are preparing for confrontation. I see multiple vampires appear, one of them looks a lot like he could be in Kiss, with the whole black leather outfit along with half a mask completely white.

I believe the first wave of vamps is handled by our strike force, but the next one is handled by me. We have pushed into a large circular hall of sorts. I am using magic. I pull up these redish energy shields that bubble up from the ground and surrounds the people in the room.

I position myself a bit better so I can manage to cover all of us while still be in the front to face the vamps. They start by rushing the shield and bounce back off of it. Then I grab a few of them mentally and keep slamming them against the shield, which looks rather weird from the birds eye perspective I am in. This little group I have hold off is bouncing in between the rest of the vamps placed in the front.

After a while of this small chunks fall off the vampires and I know that the ones starting to drop this are done for.

The shield is still up and the next move I attempt I am not sure if I am successful with, though I think I am partially. I kneel down and point my hand, fingers spread out, towards the opposing team and start rambling in some weird language that I probably made up myself. The concluding word is Fuego!

The spell I am throwing is intended to send a wave of fire through the vamps, but when I look at it from the birds eye view it looks only like the first couple of lines starts igniting, though the flame wave is invisible.

I am back in my body and keep my eyes closed visualising how the vamps will just ignite instead, it will do the trick equally as good as the flame wave I intended.

While knelt down I get a stray thought of Raistlin of Dragon Lance and Cameron steps up to me and say “Brother, with your new strength you are decimating them”. He also sounds concerned if I will be able to hold it up for long. The new strength he is referring to is the Winter Knight mantle of Dresden so there is a big happy mix up of literary mages in me.

“Silence!” I shout through my teeth. Decimation is not enough. These creatures need to be exterminated so I call up the next spell. False Dawn. Should be nasty towards vampires and I again am watching myself from the outside, as I start channelling energy.

All of the group is huddled under my shield and there is a sigil appearing over me that looks a bit like the eye of Horus and is growing brighter and brighter. At the same time I look through the massive windows on opposite sides (if you can talk about sides in a circle), and it looks like dawn is coming.

I wake up, feeling elated and happy, channelling magic always seem to do that for me.
…

My family and I are taking off, this is the last day of the holiday and as can only be expected they are in a hurry to get back. My sister tells me to pack up and get ready, because we are not going to wait much longer.

We are driving some big family car, quite similar to the one my parents have just invested in though with much more space in the back.

As we are driving I want to lay down and get a small nap. This mission of mine is complicated by the fact that my niece is out and about actually just walking around in the car. She gets over to me and starts talking to me, she seems excited and she calls my name in what I perceive to be her first words.

My sister and brother-in-law stand up and lean towards the back window so there is a lot of room for my niece to play around. She just won't shut up having just discovered language. I lie down and ask my parents where the hell we are anyway as I have no idea where or why we have been on holiday.

Poland my mother tells me and I think “fine”. I look up towards my niece and see that besides her now talking away like mad, walking around like there is no tomorrow she also has a full set of teeth, so I decide to look at my hand.

My hand looks perfectly normal, but the whole scenario is just too weird for me not to be dreaming. So I start flying backwards through the rear window and through it.

I spend a bit of time looking around stabilising a bit, but Chichén Itzá is on my mind from the start. I am in the middle of a village, where the shops and restaurants look like they do in Århus, but the city is much smaller and seems more like a village in the country side.

I ask around for Chichén Itzá and I am told that it is just up the road, however I think that the person who told me this might just be referring to a restaurant with that name.

Superman comes walking down the pedestrian zone and I think “Brilliant, you can take me there quickly”. So I ask Superman to take me to Chichén Itzá and he complains a bit about being super busy, but I insist that it will only take him like 10 seconds or so and he agrees.

So I run to catch up with him and then I see another Superman coming walking down in the opposite direction, great two of you will get me there twice as fast. I was worried that the first one might just me a person dressing up, and now I am sort of convinced though I keep trying to believe that they can really take me where I want to go.

They grab my hands and hold them above my and their heads before they throw me up in the air and I land maybe 5 metres down the road. Wicked, no cigar.

I start walking through and open restaurant, meaning the street just sort of turns into the restaurant. As I get to the back of it Line from my primary school class greets me and welcomes me to the reunion. I give her a brief hug and look around at the assembly. I don't particularly see anyone I recognise, but assume them to be my old class.

I excuse myself and tell them all that I have somewhere I need to be and jump backwards out of a window, to the surprise of my old school mates. They draw sharp breaths and sigh as they see my descent turn into a small flight step.

I fall from maybe 10 metres and is briefly scared of this. I look up to my left and the landscape keeps going up. There is a stream with some weird statues of really large pigs/cows (one of them reminds me a lot of the grey demon dog/horse from the previous dream).

I fly up the stream and notice some farmland on my right at one point and I know this zone to be unproductive for my efforts at getting to the pyramid. So I look to my left out over the village I have just been in. It looks weird like a small village with the buildings of a larger city.

The landscape starts blurring a bit so I verbally command an increase in clarity, which I am successful with. Then I look up at the sun and demand more lighting. Compared to the darkness of night from before I get a slight improvement to dawn like light. I keep shouting out for more and the sun obeys me but only in a small circle in front of me.

After a while I sense my speech becoming blurry and as expected wake up about 1 second after this realisation.