Anukramet

3rd person view, again. Iam bound in a watchamacallit, you know, the shirt madmen are bound in insane asylums. Bodiless voice sentences me to 29 years of isolation. ouch.

I dream as madmen do in lovecraftian sense. IÄ IÄ SHUB NIGGURATH!!!! IÄ CHTULHU!"! CHTLUHU FATANG!!!!!

I am not lucid yet. I walk to an old castle gate. It is made out of mashed emotional symbols. Two guardian friars open it. DC's, possibly awakened.

Chair in castle. long corridor of library. The dream changes and i am back in my place of origin, behind an old tracktor garage, with a golden bell.

Hear ye hear ye! this is the sound of Anukramet's dreamtime!

It is my statement here to collect dreams old and new, not necessarily in chronologistical order...


Old dream1:

I see myself from 3rd person view. Darkness everywhere. I walk with my friend PP. Something to do with the sword I requested later in life. I Fly...to find it maybe?