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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. into the woods

      by , 04-19-2016 at 04:05 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm on vacations with my family, the path we're walking on it made to simulate a forest, but it's fake, like an amusement park. We walk between the well integrated attractions, looking around. Other the limits of the fake tree I catch a glimpse of a castle in full gothic architecture, all high spires and graceful arcs, in light gray stones and slab roofs. I décide to try and go there, and my family follow. We push past the fake trees into the remants of a real forest, with moss and ashes everywhere.
      On the trail we're following, there's a square tower, with a large wooden door, locked. I easily scale the wall and enter it through a window. It's an house, and I start exploring it. The ground level is a diing room with a dark wood flooring, the furniture old but loved. A rickety staircase, almost a ladder, leads up to a TV room with a large, nest-like sofa taking up most of the room, making it nest-like and confy. On the far wall, there's a opening that lead into a bathroom; I can make out the sink and a tiny bit of shower curtain. I take a ladder to the next level and find another dining room, with armchairs and a big window overlooking the forest. I climb up the wall and end up under the roof in a bedroom; the whole floor is the cushy and confy, and there's a lot of pillows, the whole room in effectively the bed. There are a couple off roof windows, making the room sunny. I try to climb up into the roof itself but it keeps elongating, closing around me and making it difficult to breath and move.
    2. Nurturing

      by , 04-08-2016 at 08:32 PM (Here be dragons)
      A girl brought a egg in my house. It's bigger that my head with a rough, rocky shell. It's sitting on the kitchen table, in a ray of sunlight, as the girl argue with my sister. They are arguing about the girl character and attitude, my sister fed up with her. I know that this girl is messy and doesn't clean after herself, and is also quite selfish. I tend to agree with what my siter is saying, but want to avoid conflit so I don't join the discution.
      As they talk the egg hatches and a slender creature, looking like a mix of a ferret and an serpent with short, pure white fur slithers out of it, using his small clawed paws to scales the walls of the room. It's cute despite its strange way of moving, and I hope my sister doesn't see it and freak out because it remind her of a lizard. The newborn pet doesn't have a very sure footing yet, so it loses its hold and falls on me. I catch it in my arms, its body is very hot and muscled, almost hard. It cuddles to me, pointy muzzle nipping at my neck with a happy, chittering sound. It then jump out of my arms to climbs on the counter. The girl stops arguing with my sister to touch is, and it's fur turn velvety black.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. 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.
    4. Laputa

      by , 02-11-2016 at 10:31 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm in a field again, green wispering grass, low rolling hills. There's a light breeze, pushing white clouds in the bright blue sky. As I look around, the ground starts to shake; I hear a low rumbling and crackling, peebles rolling. Out of the hills rise giants; giants of white stones, with bells for heads. Dust billows from them as they slowy get up, the air filled with a loud grinding sound made by their limbs moving.
    5. Competition and flowers.

      by , 02-09-2016 at 09:41 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm in a competition, something in english I don't remember. I win the big prize, a trip to Venize. It doesn't look like the real deal at all; it's a big, green and lush prairie, with low, soft rolling hills. I walk around a little, listening to the murmuring grass. I spot a old, gnarly tree with a very dark, almost black bark and big off-white flowers. Their petals are thick, fleshy, with a waxy sheen and a very soft, floral smell. I pick a butch of them, the twigs holding them snapping easily. I try to put them into a pan filler with water, but the are so big I can't make them all fit.
      After that I'm vsiting a house with a small group of people. It's mostly one long room, with green rottin furniture, fairly used; in place the rottin is faded to a soft, light gray. There's also potted plants clustered here and there, painting touches of colors in the house.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Religious Honey

      by , 02-07-2016 at 09:47 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm in my front garden, talking with a friend. It's sunny and the grass is almost neon green, the leave of the hedge shining. The breeze is warm, making my dress dances around my legs. As we talk a man in dark clothings come to the open portal and start talking about christianity, going on and on like a drone or a broken record, spewing aged nonsenses and franckly, offensives shit. It's hurting my friend and pissing me off, so I start telling his the more dirty, filthy things I can musters, in all the languages I know. He flees and I turn around to my friend with my biggest smile. She looks rather shocked, and it makes me laugh. I check the mailbox, in case the man put a pamphlet in it, and instead of that I fond a big pot of golden honey and a box of almonds. I shake the bow and the almonds rattle sharply, then I open the pot of honey. It smells wonderfully, it's a wild flowers honey, thick and shiny. I scoop out a handful, letting it flows between my fingers. Then I walk in, bus istead of my house it's my mother's place. The table is full of clean laundry, so I drop the box on the bar, alongside the honey pot.

      ... Once again I miss the more obvious dream sign ever. *shake first*
    7. 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.
    8. Your arms are the only place I call home.

      by , 01-06-2016 at 04:42 PM (Here be dragons)
      Low lucidity dream.

      I'm on my bed, in the dark, feeling heavy and relaxed. I start to get a rocking sensation, left to right, and I push my dream body out. I fall off the bed and use it to get back up and find the window. I get out and walk a little alog the wall into my vision come in and I can the the front garden, sunny and quiet. There is no sound but the wind, but I still feel uterly at ease, relaxed and almost floaty. I exent my hand out of my field of vision and catch the hand of Eli, pulling him to me. He's wearing a faded white sleveless Tshirt that show all the freckles on his shoulders and arms, a dark jeans and leather boots. I snuggle against him and he smiles before asking me "What about your silvery man?" and of course my answer is "You first." I start to run out the garden, pulling him with me.
      I lost lucidity pretty much right after that, but according to Eli we didn't leave the road in front of my house and the dream didn't go one a lot.
      Categories
      lucid
    9. Elk-xellent

      by , 11-03-2015 at 02:48 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm in a wooden barn, full of light with neat stack of hay close to the wall. The only occupant of the place is a gigantic elk, with a head as large as my torso and a antlers span of at least four meters. Its fur is chestnut brown, incredibly thick and soft. I'm here to put his tack and saddle on, and it's well behaved, giving me its head and taking the bite willingly. I secure the tack behind his antlers and tie a decorative piece made of leaves, whites flowers and silver belt to it next to its ear. I bent down to pick brush and notice that its cloven hoofs are biggers that my feets, even in the boots.
      Categories
      non-lucid