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    Here be dragons

    When I have good dream control and good lucidity, I will put the dream in green.
    It's maybe early to put this up, but I tend to have disturbing and/or violent dreams and I'm a very visual person, which could mean detailed description of unsavory stuff. I will probably put warning at the beginning of dreams containing those, and keep the more graphic description to my private DJ.

    My usual dreams partner in crimes are Eli, my tulpa, David, a persistent DC and Michael and Donald, two of my novel characters.
    Eli is usually very tall and dark haired, with a long face, thick eyebrows and bright, skyblue eyes. David is only slighty taller than me, with boyish features and ginger hair. Michael is 6ft2, with blond and curly hair and light blue-green eyes. Donald is a red pembroke corgi. If my dream follow the same pattern as before, they will pop up on their own often, so I will keep basic description here to declutter my dreams entries.

    1. Two in one

      by , 03-08-2016 at 10:44 PM (Here be dragons)
      It was a very interesting night, as in it was almost stereotypical of my sleeping pattern. I woke up the first time after three hours of sleep, felt back asleep for one hour and a half, woke up with a dream, felt back asleep for one hour, woke up with another, more vivid dream. I would probably could have induced a lucid if I didn't have to get up for uni.

      Dream one: I'm with my sister in a beast of a car, more of a SUV really, with heavily tinted windows. My sister is the one driving, and she has a rather sportive approach to it. It's sunny outside, and it's pretty warm inside the car. The trafic we're in is pretty heavy, and she's trying to go into a parking lot on a hill, that looks like the one of my older university. It has the same tree that shadows the grass just enough for flowers to bloom. My sister pulls up next to another black, enourmous car. I take a quick look to the other car and notice that the driver is still sitting in it. I recognize the hadsome man I've see before and get out of the car to softly rap on his side window. My sister is annoyed at me but he looks up and smiles. I walk a little away so he can get out of his car as my sister starts going up the hill. We go behind her in a friendly silence.

      Dream two: I'm in a house with other girls. It's more of a wooden cabin, with wooden furniture and a gigantic, open chimney, with a roaring fire and a roasting apparatus. Looking out from the windows I can see snow, and open fence, and the fiery orange of dusk. We're trapped in. There's spiders crawling on the walls, big, shiny, sickly things glittering in the fire light. There's a big oak table in front of the fire, with a empty metal plate and a big carving knife waiting. The corner of the room are shadowing, but not enough to hide the bones laying there.
      I suddently understand that I'm in a witch hunt. And she's hungry.
      A tall, hunched over hag enters the cabin. She's not much taller than me, but here proportion are off somehow, with longs, gnarly arms and a big hunch. She's wrapped in dirty rags and a long dress, her skin looks like bark and her hair like white lichen. All the girls cower and try to hide from the witch. I see her grab her knife and a girl's arm. She starts to drag her to the fire, but the girl struggles and manage to escape the hag graps for a second. It throws the witch off balance, and I jump in to push her into the fire. She let out a shrill scream as the flames engulfe her, her skin blistering and smoking.
    2. Witchcraft

      by , 02-04-2016 at 11:16 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm in a field with a middle aged, thin blond woman. The sun is high and ther's just enough wind for the grass to shiver. We start running, going faster and faster. She takes my hand and we start floating about the ground, zipping above the grass at high speed. A large tunnel appears in front of us, the woman with me asking me to slow down. I go faster instead, rising us a little more above the ground so we don't touch the long, low bench in front of the entrance of the tunnel. A blue wall made of pure nergy shimmers in front of us for a split second and we go through, reaching the inside of the tunnel. The woman let go of my hand and we slow down and fall back on the floor. I land on my ass and my head feels floaty from the speed. The woman helps me up and give me a cigarette on a holder, lighting it up for me. I take a puff, feeling the hot smoke going down my throat, coating it with ashes. It taste like breathing in the fumes of firewood, with a hint of spiciness underneath, like four spices roasting.*
      I look around in the tunnel. The ceiling is vaulted, and all of it is covered in metal plates, some kind of purplish stainless steel. A man in a labo coat come closer to me, saying that I passed the protection like they weren't there. I understand that I'm some kind of witch, here because of it. I throw away the cigarette and go deeper into the complex. I reach a place that looks like a lab, with gleaming, white ceramic tiles everywhere. There's cars here; very old one. I come closer to one of them; it's bright red, with golden accent. A young man is fussing with it, calling it his baby. It roars to life when I come closer, wiggling like a dog. I pat it while the young man looks at me with a bemused look on his face. I start to walk away, but the car follows me, much to the chagrin of the young man. I give him a smile as an apology and fly off to the surface, climbing out in the same field.
    3. That's a accurate depiction of travelling with my family actually.

      by , 10-01-2015 at 07:12 PM (Here be dragons)
      Semi-decent WBTB gave me good viviness but zero lucidity. Let's try that again shall we.

      I'm with my mother in her car, and we're traveling through the contry. It's very peaceful, everything is sunny and the forest are lush and bright, deep green. We talk about someone I'm worried about IRL*, and on cue we're trying to get out of a hospital parking lot. It takes some maneuvers but my mother manage to get us out and back on the peaceful road. We reach a small twon, build on a steep hill. All the house are in old, weathered beige stones, with red tiles roofs and accent of potted plants and bright drapes. The road are paved with stones of the same color that the houses. Some of the houses are linked together with small aisles and overpass, it looks lit the town grown on itself over the years, becoming quite maze-like. I walk in a house and go up some stairs to enter another house, where the very old owner agressivly throw me out. I smell smoke, and see that the town hall is on fire, emitting a thick yellow smoke.
      There are children running from it and firemen running to it, I join them to steer the reimaining children away. One of the fireman thanks me, and ask for my help to do the same with dogs trapped inside. The smoke is suffocating but I try, and soon there's dogs running everywhere. I don't recognize any of they breed, but some are clearly overzised. One of them, lanky in build with dark shaggy fur take a liking in me and follow me around, giving me doggy kisses and rubbing against me.

      *The engineer I worked with during my training period. He gave me some new recently and things aren't easy for him.
    4. It's always my fault anyway

      by , 09-20-2015 at 03:01 PM (Here be dragons)
      Got one hell of a insomniac episode and ended up waiting for sunrise browsing youtube with a very sleepy Eli. He conviced me to try sleeping around 5-6 am and I walked out of bed with a cotton mouth around 10.

      I'm with my mom and my little sister in my new mom's car, in the center of my town. It's reasonably sunny and the streets are moderatly busy, but there's roadworks everywhere so we need to find another way to go home. We ended up finding a little, less used street around town, with dingy bush around it and a lot of dirt and dust. The only problem is that someone put an automated gate on it. I get out of the car and open the gate, but my mother take forever and a half to start the car back up, because she's chatting away with my sister. I have to put myself against the gate to it doesn't close again, and it keep hitting my hip trying to close. Luckily it's mostly a metallic mesh over a flimsy frame, so it's more annoying that anything. The car finally start moving, and because the road is very narrow, the wheel go by so close to my feet that I feel the road dipping under the weight of the car.
      Later, we recieve the owner of the automated gate, a brown haired, scraggy woman who angrily tell us that we fucked up her gate and that will be very costly to repair. My sister promptly tell her that that is all my fault. because is it.
      We're all back in the car, going to a unclosed parking space where a market is taking place. As we're getting inside, my mother turn around completly on her seat and start chattering with my sister again, and despite my more and more fratic call, she keep the car going and we drive right in a shelf full of small blue boxes. We all get out of the care and this is again all my fault. Because of course it is. We start picking things up with the help of a blonde haired woman, the blue boxes are now colorful vegetables, it's a mess. Somewhere during all this I'm lost one of my shoes, a bright red slipper. I see it in the garden catastrophe and take it, but it transform into a brown, dirty, dusty thing that propably was a shoe in a past life. My real slipper is in a basement close by, but the entryway is very narrow and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of it. I beg my sister to retrieve it for me, and she take a sweet ass time accepting.

      Strangely enough, I have a very good relationship with both my mom and my sister. Grated, they do call me all the time to tell me about all their problems... or, for my sister, when she's bored and want some company.