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11th

The Hand
A hand gently wraps my sleeping ankle. This is a dream. Find the calm. Let the hand lift and land where it will upon my phantasm flesh. Ghost hand glides over genitalia. Wake.

Locked
Sit up in a stranger's bed. Frantically glance for the ghost hand. It was just a dream. A little lucid dream. Flop back to bed. Sleep paralysis crushes. Find the calm. Through it shines lucidity. Lucid but locked, "Wake."

Too Early
Sit up in my own sleeping realm. Reality check. Not a dream. "I will remember these dreams. I will be lucid soon." Lay. Inhale. Close my eyes. Wisps of light like a spiral galaxy shifts before me. "I'm dreaming." I whisper and open my eyes.

Sit up in bed. "I AM dreaming," Shadows see me smile. Arise. I will fly. Denied. Recall a goal. Denied. Walk through a wall into abandoned night. Look for a tree. None. The scene shivers. It is too early. Sleep is shallow. Must sink deeper.

Drift down into the dark. Cross legs. Close eyes. Attempt to anchor into the scene. Instead, I float. Softly drift in the weightless dark. Hold my position. A thought occurs. Do I drift in dream space? Or am I still and dream space drifts around me? A wash of vertigo. Wake.


It was too early in the night.

11th

Market Madness
Creativity is magic. Venders display their wizardry. Now comes introductions. One young wizard weeps and runs. Stop the world to seek him. At the back door lumbers a man, face half hidden, gun in hand. Bar the door as best I can. Announce the coming threat. The world scatters. Shelter neath shrubs. A second gunman joins the first. They flee. Wizards reconvene and discuss safer spaces. A man, as Caucasian as can be, rants stupendously that the white race is the ruin of the world.

Sky Tidings
Storm clouds stalking. Outrace the rage. Halted by the serene shores of a mirror lake. At its horizon two suns set in harmony. "Take a photo! This is a rare atmospheric phenomenon," I cry. Kayji shoots. Behind us beams a rainbow of vertical stripes. "Get that too! This is even rarer!" She shoots again. Night is a jolt. Upon the lake fireworks dance as if ordained by a certain grey wizard. Reflections upon the lake make double magic. It is enough to wipe away the worry of scourge and storms.

+ 3 Little Lucid Dreams

either accidently or purposely i don't remember but i looked at my hand and had 1 extra finger but i couldn't move it. it was paralyzed

From the 9th

Gafar

The world is strange. Sentient colors, succulent laughter, sensual scents of food and drink ebb and flow in festive tides. The extravagance is too sweet for souls as bitter as this. Wander away from the fabulous fray.

"You have been challenged to a duel," a twitchy man greets then twists into the crowd. Give chase through worsening worlds and into the belly of a trippy brick beast. Cheerers roar aside. Behind a table I abide.

The other door belches wide. In spills a bloated beast of a man. Recognize his local celebrity face. Gafar. Before any words are laid Gafar waves his arms, thrusts hands my way. An invisible bus slams into me. Fly backward through the doors.

Shock stings stronger than pain. Stand and charge into the belly again. Clarity shines. Know without knowing that this is a dream. Wave my hands. Spin. Thrust palms at Gafar. My invisible strike is soft. His laughs heartily while he force whips me up into ceiling and then down into the floor.

The earth shakes. There is no pain but the sting of shame. Stand. Inhale. Serenity. A river rises into my feet, fills the hollows of my bones. "You will win this... this is your dream." Acknowledge the absolute truth. Lift my hands. The blimp of Gafar bobs into the air, limbs swinging, voice singing with rage.

A grin. A nod. A flick of my hands. Gafar crashes into brick and slops onto the floor. He deflates like a softly stabbed balloon. "This is my dream," I proclaim. The crowd rocks and roars. They boo and hiss. I smile and proclaim again, "This is my dream."

Two men burst from the crowd, "Come on!" I am captured and carries along. "She's coming. You have to hide!"

Pride tempts me to stay. Curiosity bids me go with the flow. The pair lead me back to luxury. Crush ourselves into a closet. Then comes a distant clicking. And then a clacking as her heels rage closer. Curiosity boils, overflows. I must know! Step out and straight into her path.

She is Gafar's sister, all pretention and wrath. "How are your teachers?" she purrs through the wickedest wrench of a grin.

"Fine," is all that can be said. It is the only word left in my head.

Her shark smile spreads. She twists. She clacks violently on her way.

My closet companions, now a trio, cheer the confrontation. I am only caught up in confusion. "This is my dream. What did she mean? What does this mean?" Try to find her again but am lost in the scene.

Jamie

A flash of Jamie taking me to a bedroom. She said I could sleep there and that it was a safe place to sleep. (Seems to be in response to a few nights ago, my toxic family started yelling late at night. This after last week not sleeping after my drunken co worker decided to use me as his verbal punching bag right before bed) I must say thanks.

Creepy realm

Long and semi vivid dream in places. I was in a very strange place. Jamie was with me sometimes, and sometimes not. You'd enter a room, turn a corner etc, and the scene would completely change. Every scene and room gave an eerie vibe. One room had disabled people with grossly mis-shaped heads. I had a slight urge to kill everyone in the room in frustration for getting lost. I back tracked only to wind up in stranger places.

At one point I seemed to be outside and came across some clouds on a dark street. The place looked bright, like some people imagine heaven. There were small children or people there. I asked them if it was heaven. They said it was until the Angels abandoned them. I briefly remembered I once watched the entirety of "supernatural" There was a heaven in that show, but god had abandoned the angels. I wondered if this dream was connected to that show somehow. The people said they were cold and to light a fire. All I saw was incense sticks. so I lit them. I said it wasn't quite a fire. They said that this was the hottest fire to them. I was like: I can build you a real fire. I had some fire wood somehow and some kindling. I went to search for some rocks to make a pit with. I was on a street looking for some rock gardens or something. I wound up by this temple made of hardened mud. I began taking the mud from there, but the little people said I was violating a most sacred holy place. They chased to attack me but I ran around a corner and...

Was in a strange hallway. I turned another corner into a room and some people in the shadows of the room were staring at me funny. I back tracked and was somewhere else. I was in some lobby area with lots of people standing around. I asked them how to leave this strange place. Someone knowingly chuckled and said that they wouldn't help me.

Later I was with Jamie by a river with someone else. We both were trying to figure out how to leave this strange place.

woke up. The Jamie voice was saying she was having nightmares or something. Back to sleep.

Jamie 2

I was in another creepy place that looked like the Esther staircase area in the labrynth movie. I saw Jamie running on a landing. I called out to her, but she turned into a room. she seemed to be running from something or desperately trying to leave the strange dream realm.