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23.05.2015

Ayahuesca in the fancy hotel (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was visiting a nice hotel with my wife and a friend, Stephanie. I believe that we were with a couple more friends. We went to a big meeting room that looked more like a theater with several different levels. The carpeting was red and there was a lot of lightning.

There were six people on the podium and they were all meditating and chanting mantras. They were with a shaman and I felt that it would be a great thing if I was there with them. We were sitting and looking at the ritual, the energy was amazing. After a while, I could see they were boiling different plants and I told Stephanie, "They are brewing ayahuasca, I bet! Dang I so want to be in there " Stephanie got very excited and told me, "We will trip on ayahausca soon. I will call my shaman and we will have a ritual together." I felt happy and excited.

Time lapsed and suddenly, they were done and I saw a different shaman offering the leftovers to people, but apparently everybody was rejecting it until he got to us. I was a little surprised that he was offering such a potent DMT brew to random people. It looked totally not like the real thing, but more like some very think green soup. It felt very gross to me and I was not feeling having a thick ayahuasca, like the taste is bad enoug, lol.

I told the shaman, "Well, I actually ate manchego cheese at lunch, so the MAOi is going to make puke big time!" (There are certain foods to avoid for 4-5 days before an ayahuasca trip due the MAO inhibitor.) We went outside and he gave me some tools and all the leftovers because he realized that I was ready for another ayahuasca journey and that I was spiritually awakened enough.

I took everything with me and showed my wife, who freaked out a little but was happy for me.

I was inside an abandoned secret research facility. It was dark and quiet. The darkness was somehow sinister and overwhelming, but there were a few lit areas. I had a sawed-off shotgun in my hands and I was ready to shoot. I walked down the corridor, getting closer to a corner.

I sneaked closer to the corner, and jumped from behind it. It seemed that I entered a room with cells for live specimens. There was a bit rotten human body of a girl, lying in a puddle of dried out blood. I came closer to examine the body, but suddenly it has awakened.

The undead girl scratched me with her claws a few times, but I managed to shoot her head off with one shotgun blast. I went into a dark corridor again, and stumbled upon an object I couldn't see. I dropped the shotgun, and ran, afraid of monsters.

Out of a corridor I ran into a dark street. My mother and two sisters appeared, and we just went through the sinister, overwhelming and somehow heavy darkness. We were worried as we had no reflective bands. I took a phone out of my pocket and tried to lit the way, but mother told me to lit the area behind us.

We walked straight a dark road, into a small city. Suddenly a police officer appeared and talked with my relatives about a punishment for not having a reflective band. I covered behind a car standing nearby, but he somehow sensed my presence and called me out.

When I came closer to him, I teleported back into of the research facility. I tried to find that corridor again, but I ran into another undead girl that killed me. I changed into a disembodied spectator. I watched scientists getting eaten by creatures similar to shamblers from Quake game. I watched it from a distance, and couldn't move my body, just stand and watch. Once I took the perspective of a monster eating a scientist alive. Then my vision turned red.

I got teleported again. I watched Lara Croft from Tomb Raider series running up the stairs in the facility. I moved closer to her, and suddenly she stopped and looked back, as if she was looking at me. She seemed somehow familiar, I realised that she is a girl I knew.

Morning of May 23, 2015. Saturday.



As I have stated in past entries and within the scope of about 40,000 dreams, I have never once had a realistically threatening vampire or zombie dream. The oneironautic history that I note for the most part, contains only one comedic zombie dream (of the traditional kind - not relevant to the common modern misuse of the word) from 1981, and perhaps a handful of comedic vampire-related dreams.

This dream is no exception. There are only a few vivid scenes but there was nothing threatening at any point. It seems to have been based on a recent reflection of the Keanu Reeves “Dracula” movie from 1992, which seemed partly modeled after the Bugs Bunny cartoon “Transylvania 6-5000” (from 1963) and had too much of a carnival-like essence to feel anything like a horror film. However, the only scene I recall much from the movie was where Dracula and Jonathan Harker (Keanu Reeves) are talking (I think for the first time) and me remembering how incredibly astounded I was, as if I was halfway between being half-asleep and within a cartoon-like fantasy of one recursive panel. Additionally, the 1992 “Dracula” movie strongly reminds me of the Mad Magazine artist style of Sergio Aragones, especially “The Shadow Knows” feature (no relevance to the old-time radio program) where the altered shadow seems to be a “truthful representation” of what a person is thinking as in parts of the movie, making it more like a surreal and juvenile composite of Mad Magazine and the Bugs Bunny cartoon.

In my dream, I am apparently in a castle in Transylvania (on possibly the third or fourth storey), though it somehow feels, at times, like my childhood home in Cubitis (which only had the one ground-level storey). I have been hired by an older Dracula of about sixty years (who seems far more mature and “realistic” than the one from the 1992 movie) to write his memoirs, though the background stories of which are “too long” and extensive to make a feasible biography, so by which I need to make a condensed version based on thousands of old documents and records as well as listening to his stories and thus serving as his “ghost writer” as well as making real-time suggestions about what should be included. These numerous piles of old documents, stacked (each up to about a foot high though varying) at different angles and sitting about on at least four old equidistant wooden tables (of about two and a half feet high), though implied to be in a smaller room in the castle, “feel” during one time period, as if they are in my childhood bedroom in Cubitis, and may possibly represent, in some ways, the numerous dream journals and dream-related materials I had produced at the time (though this is only a guess). There is also a possible play on writing - linking “Pencil vania” with Transylvania and other terms including “trance” and “vein” or “vain” and perhaps even “brotherly love” concerning Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, the idea of brotherly love superseding vampiric threat, though the later hand contact may be implied to be from my father (though I dreamed of both an older brother and my father during this same date in other dreams).

I am eventually seated in an armchair in what would otherwise feel like the northeast corner of the Cubitis living room (though again “actually” in the implied Transylvanian castle) with Dracula seated in another armchair to my right (this being the exact same location I had watched so many episodes of “Shock Theater” as a child, a main opening of which featured a vampire walking through a cemetery with parts of it enshrouded in mist). For a time, he places his left hand over the back of my right hand in a friendly manner. At this point, the sense of touch is greatly augmented and I clearly feel every nuance of his hand and fingers over the back of my hand, as well as the implied strength and even a slight reassurance (I do not really perceive myself as a potential victim as it is - besides, he needs me to ghostwrite his biography). After seemingly several minutes, he removes his hand as if perhaps the heat from my body is “too warm” for him to bear for very long (some sort of odd in-dream logic I guess).

I do not remember much after this, though the concept of a vampire must surely be different in-dream due to their apparent inability to tolerate warmth for very long (possibly a play on one lore being that they cannot be in daylight, which infers warmth). It is also possible that the vampire’s hand over mine is a result of “contact” (or the suggestion of such) by a “newly born” dream entity or tulpa in an attempt to inform me that I am in a dream state (yet which did not trigger lucid awareness as such). The final scene is also possibly one reason why I have never dreamed of vampires in any “serious” context - that is, they cannot be a threat if they cannot tolerate human body heat (even though that does not project the nature of the “real” lore as such - though my own mind’s logic seems to supplant it automatically whenever I am in a dream state).

Morning of May 23, 2015. Saturday.



I am not sure of the location or more detailed aspects of the setting, though it is in a house that is unfamiliar in layout, though not that defined beyond the immediate perspectives. I seem to be much younger, perhaps as young as twelve or more. The main focus of my dream is a (fictional) strategy game which is somewhat like a composite of Battleship (though one side played at a time for one game), Risk, and the notepaper and pencil game we played in school where one person draws tanks, soldiers, and structures and the other person blindly and quickly draws a random line over the playing field to see what he coincidentally hit. The game field is on a large thin plastic grid on the floor, possibly about fifteen by fifteen squares and maybe about four feet by four feet or smaller in size. It also has land features (at least one stream) that are either already painted on or added somehow. There are mostly plastic toy soldiers, vehicles, and buildings to place, including at least two three by three towers. The play involves the enemy team blindly “firing a missile” from one area on each turn, probably from behind a “wall” as otherwise they would just see the playing field. However, I do not seem to see this feature even though it would have to exist to play as indicated. My older brother Jim (deceased) sits in an armchair at one point and watches us for a time while eating a pizza. (Later, I notice Jim is gone, and hear a few flies buzzing around the residue left on the pizza box.)

One round is played by my team. There are at least four of us; all young males. One boy reminds me of a neighbor from Stadcor Street in Brisbane, though much stockier though his glasses and general facial appearance are mostly the same. At one point, our turn to set things up on our playing field commences. There is a break though, and I am the only one from my team seated in the area, though a member of the other team speaks with me as I move to temporarily sit on the other side. Apparently, there is some sort of odd rule that one member must tell the other team how to use the best strategy to beat them based on at least two or three patterns of the layout (or perhaps more). This does not seem to make sense. Why play a strategy game if you tell the other team the best way to proceed to win? Still, I try to do my best to suggest how the other team should proceed. I make a note of the last columns being a good start (because the area has a number of buildings all across the columns and many soldiers nearby) as well as the second row ahead (from my team’s perspective). The boy I talk to seems to be planning it out on a laptop computer. Still, he claims more information is needed for his team to have the advantage and I try to make the playing field’s quickest defeat potential clearer.

I eventually return to my position, being the third player from the left. The other team “fires a missile” and it moves all the way through the third column from my left, somehow taking out the bottom bricks from each building (which appears to happen in slow motion). The layout has two three by three towers right together (closer to the enemy’s end) and (closer to us) at least a six by three makeshift military building of some kind. What is left of the buildings does not tip or fall after this event though it seems like poor strategy (as in Battleship) to have put so much in one place since the placement of the rest can then more easily be guessed. The boy in the glasses seems rather upset and starts taking some of the pieces off the playing field. Meanwhile, my father (deceased as of February 14, 1979) comes into the room. (Seeing my father alive again after so many years does not trigger even an iota of lucidity.) He seems cheerful and watches us but absentmindedly knocks some pieces aside as he stands on one end of the playing field for a time, fouling up the rest of the game field even though the boy in glasses had already ruined much of the game by taking many of the pieces off.

Eventually, I follow the other boy into a different (smaller) room and notice that the game pieces had transformed (or had always been) the kind of plastic baby blocks of different shapes and with the hollow recesses on either side (such as squares, stars, circles, etc. which the child fits through equally-shaped holes into a container) though I do not really focus on much other than the annoying behavior of the other boy. I notice that some of the blocks (now on the floor) are dirty and so I plan on washing them before they are used in any future game. The boy wrinkles his nose as if he does not like how I smell (though an unpleasant smell is mostly on the blocks). I ask him if there is something wrong with him as I contemplate washing the game pieces/blocks as my dream slowly fades.

I was in a giant garage, trapped in a repetitive dream spell where i was tormented by armies of demons. It took place in a giant storage room that was a much much bigger version of my garage. I realized i was dreaming through...some unknown mechanism and i was greatful that this one lasted for a very long time.

I felt powerless for awhile, my punches doing nothing to the demons and their weapons hitting me, but not really hurting me.... In real life i woulda died horribly.... As time went on, i even took the shape of a dragon and tried to burn down their towers and their armies.....sometimes my fire did nothing other times it burned them like over roasted chicken.

I took advantage of my favorite superhuman abilities. I hopped off one foot and went soaring 20 or more feet in the air landed and hit monsters, after some time i got better at hurting them. I didnt do much in the way of flight because i am sick of flying....i now prefer to jump and land fat away like the hulk.

I found places with lotsa weapons and armor and found other warriors to fight. It was an epic adventure. I alternated between light onehanded swords and two handers one could only use effectively in their dreams...lol... I defeated many a duelist and it was a blast, but alas like all things, even the most epic of adventures do come to an end.