lucid

Last night, I once again found myself lucid, once again without being entirely sure how it happened. It felt like the dream was close to an hour long, although it was technically two dreams since there was a brief awakening and reentry in the middle. Because it was so long and I spent the whole thing just exploring the house I found myself in and messing around, it wouldn’t make for very interesting reading, and so I’ll just include a few highlights of it.

-Finding a series of books entitled “More Than 21 Cats” on a bookshelf.

-Devoting more attention than usual to maintaining awareness and focus. My lucid dreams almost always end with no warning whatsoever, and while I used to consider this something I couldn’t do much about, I’ve been wondering lately whether preventative stabilization might help. This intention seems to have carried over, and as the dream was longer than any I’ve had for a while, I’d call it a success.

-Receiving a few gifts for no apparent reason from people who were around. I spent a good chunk of the dream opening them, resisting the urge to go off and do other things since it seemed like that would have been ungrateful, even if it was a dream.

-Moving a wardrobe with my mind. I extended my hand, interfacing with it on a mental level—if that makes sense—and then pulled. And then I pushed it back.

-Having the dream briefly interrupted by a message displayed over the scene as if it were a screen. It was a rather ominous message, but it seemed to have no immediate effect other than turning everything in the house green and shifting some of the furniture into new styles and/or positions. This may have been a direct result of moving the wardrobe as it happened shortly afterwards, and the last time I tried to control things in a lucid dream was also closely followed by something weird and threatening happening.

-Two more visits to my M--- basement, the first before the green shift, the second afterwards to see if anything had changed. It had: the second version had a closed door where the tunnel often is in dream versions of it, as well a sort of workshop behind the same wall, visible through a couple small windows.

-Lots of cats around, but probably less than 21.

[HR][/HR]I am standing it my kitchen when something (I can't remember what) prompts me to do an RC. I plug my nose and breath in and am shocked to find that I'm dreaming. I look around a marvel at how vivid and stable my dream is (my past few lucids have been right as I wake up so they have been very unstable). I look around and see a man and a woman. I say hello and they say hi back. I don't want them to distract me so I leave the room and try and remember my goals. I remember the grass goal. I know I get extra points for teleporting, so I teleport outside. There I see a field of grass which I walk over to and sit down on. I pick a piece up and smell it (it smelled just like grass in real life, but a little stronger, it was fun to experiment with how vivid the dream can be). Then I look around and see a pizza, which I eat a slice of (I forgot the picnic basket part). I walk over to another house, trying to remember something else I could do for points. I remember transformation and while I try to transform something, another DC approaches and tells me something about the house I have gotten to. I lose lucidity.

Throughout the night I also had 3 non lucids.

Points:
3 Non-Lucids: 3
Lucid: 10
RC: 1
Interact with a DC: 2
Teleport: 10
Completed Grass task: 20 points
[B]Total: 46[/B]

After awhile the dream scene changes to a street. This guy is having a fight with another man and eventually throws him to the ground and the man thrown to the ground is now laying there unconscious. The man who threw him and I begin to run in the dark as the street lights went out. He and I continue to run as I begin to take up speed while laughing about how the wind feels against me.

That's when it occur to me that I can run faster that what I could in waking life and this triggers my lucidity. I begin running faster in till I was running in while in mid air. I then fly off telling the guy goodbye. The dream scene changes to a house where it would appear other family members like my father, aunties and cousin were residing. I get up from bed and lose my lucidity. Then a weird fluffy small animal came to me from the backyard.

-1-I don't remember anything from this LD. Later on in this dream, I parked the van in a residential area. After that, I walked down the street for about 2 seconds before I was climbing stairs at college.
-2-I became lucid for a few seconds at the tail end of a dream. The dominant color was beige.
-3-I reentered a dream, spawning in a store, before losing awareness. I looked at the lackluster board game selection on a few shelves, then left with my small, empty, useless cart. Later, I regained lucidity in a hallway, where I decided I would put my stabilization routine to the test. It was a failure, so it needed revision. (I'll be testing the revision tonight)
-F-Grandpa sat in a weird computer chair that had malfunctioning arm rests.
-F-FA. I noticed the winds were really high outside (60+ mph), so I observed at the window.
Lucid Time: 1m55s--3m40s

Created Tuesday 27 March 2018

Got a WILD/DEILD loop to note. There were other dreams, but I can't recall much of them

Scrap Group 1
False awakening in the living room of large unknown house during the dead of night. The walls were of dark coloration, while the place was arranged as a wide bedroom.

Shopping at a supermarket. It was poorly lit inside, and there wasn't many people around. Felt kinda ominous. Later, I go outside to a forest. I cross a wooden bridge over a stream, then float back over the water to where I came from, but barely made it across.

Meditated for a while during a WBTB. It took some time to get comfortable enough to sleep.

Dream 1 - Log 1062 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 11

Scene 1 - Heavy Awakening
WILD transition in bed. I felt very weak, and could barely sit up. Woke up soon afterwards. Pretty sure I DEILDed into similar experiences. DEILD back in.

Scene 2 - Stumble Out and Back
In bed again. I stumbled outside the house with my eyes mostly shut. Got disoriented, and I woke up again. DEILD.

Scene 3 - Need More Than Words
Back in bed. I start shaking my hands, then try spinning, though I found it especially strenuous to do either. Then, I called out for clarity and light. I kept chanting as such, though quieted down, just in case I was actually sounding as such IRL. Warp. I found myself laying in a bathtub. While struggling to get up, the dream dissipated. Quite sure there were other related DEILDs. Another DEILD.

Scene 4 - Dizzy Warp
In bed yet again. I spin to teleport. Warp. I found myself outside in an urban environment. I felt too dizzy to remember much, not to mention to keep anchored. Woke up again. DEILD.

Scene 5 - Eye Hole
In bed. I rub my hands thoroughly with my eyes closed. Soon, a single point of light appeared. On the other side was a closed eye with long lashes. It opened up, revealing that it was hollow inside. The cavity expands, and I'm dragged into this cavern of flesh. Got too startled to hold the dream. Still, I could DEILD once more.

Scene 6 - Perspective Disorder
In bed. I spin around to teleport, while also shaking and rubbing my hands. Warp. I found myself in a courtyard within a building complex. Orange pillars held up canopies over the numerous walkways. There was a painter recoloring various constructions. Soon, Det. Briscoe and Green from Law and Order showed up to apprehend the guy, and quipped on his supposed shoddy handiwork. Several other folk passed by. Perspective got completely jumbled, where each person's size depended on how far or close they were in sight. I almost got squashed by a woman going past me, and actively avoided others to prevent such a thing from repeating. I got too disoriented to keep this up. The dream collapsed soon afterwards.

Night of March 27, 2018. Tuesday.



As I enter the usual water induction stage, seeing the glimmer of the surface of the virtual water, the essence of sleep, the absence of emotion, the physical release of muscle tension, I notice the setting seems to be near sunset, though there is enough light to see by. It is a beautiful scene of a river. I am not yet “in” my dream, as I have not decided whether to enter here or wait for the next scene to render.

Still, I mentally say “boat” and nothing more, and my voice sounds much younger in my head.

I suddenly find myself standing near the bow of a skiff, moving slowly along. I notice a number of cypress knees ahead (which represent dynamics of my muscles that are not fully relaxed), though they do not pose any sort of threat or challenge. (Who wants to be “challenged” in the dream state anyway? - RAS modulation would come soon enough.) It is a beautiful and peaceful scene. In fact, I decide to let my lucidity go at this time and allow myself to enter deeper into sleep.

Throughout my life, I have read a number of articles about lucid dreaming, none of which have made any sense to me, but then, most of what is written about dreams makes little or no sense at all, and I have focused on the nature of my dreams all my life (and it not only has never been problematic, but I married my literal dream girl, my dreams having given me hundreds of specific clues about her identity, which proved to be correct, and some dreams have healed me in ways which no one would believe).

Many such articles imply how a person “practices” or attempts to lucid dream. This makes no sense to me, as since earliest memory, it was a natural state of which I did not have to practice or try to do (though I sometimes “set up” dreams, but I have mostly gotten to where I do not even need to do that due to the nature of in-dream auto-scripting). The summoning factor also exists in liminal dream control (dream control without lucidity). This is when the conscious self is aware of the dream state without the dream self being viably lucid (a specific type of synaptic gating), though still commanding the dream’s content at some points, even the RAS mediation of the waking transition to a certain extent (though biological factors and subliminal environmental concerns such as an unknown noise always take priority).

Apparently, some people ask themselves on and off all day if they are dreaming, which supposedly helps them to recognize when they are dreaming, though in my view would likely corrupt the function of RAS mediation and modulation (reticular activating system), arguably one of the most important parts of the brain, so why tamper with its very purpose? This is something I have never done or needed to (though reading nonsense in so-called dream dictionaries or dream interpretation books causes me to wonder what is going on with people in the world, and I joked about this on Twitter recently). The practice does not even make any sense as this is neither how auto-scripting nor autosymbolism works (or even subliminal conscious identity for that matter) in the dream state itself.

Conducting “reality tests”, including continuously asking myself if I am dreaming, as the personified subconscious is not the conscious self, makes zero sense. Additionally, dreams are not usually symbolic of waking life as many people claim; they are autosymbolic renderings of concurrent unconsciousness thought processes, for example, if one has to go to the bathroom now, or check the source of a noise now, it is happening now, not eight hours earlier but now, yet for some reason many people cannot seem to grasp this simple idea at all. They take a biological waking alert factor (RAS modulation) like a snake and try to pretend it has waking life relevance (which would only be true in rare cases, such as literal prescience or a literal residual carryover). This is not what such REM thought processes were created for. They are not “recordings” or even viable (active) memories (which also is why regressive hypnosis was exposed as a total misconception years ago).

Fully understanding autosymbolism and the nature of the dream state is enough to sustain apex lucidity on thought alone. The one and only factor of the dream state is RAS mediation, not “subconscious this” or “subconscious that”.

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I spawned in or around my old house, and I wanted to trigger an event. I ran across the street to be more convinced that it would happen. Eventually, I found a TV and a Gamecube and lost lucidity. I got distracted by a Falcon Heavy video.
Lucid Time: 45-90 seconds

Morning of March 20, 2018. Tuesday.



In this dream, I mostly remain semi-lucid, though there are a few random distractions. The settings are all unfamiliar.

At one point, I find myself in an upstairs room in some sort of restaurant. I am near the counter where a cheerful chef asks me what I want. There is a plate of mashed potatoes that I decide to take. I do not eat all of it as I notice there is activity downstairs and I also realize that seems to be the only way out of this room.

When I am downstairs, my lucidity increases to where I realize that my physical body is not wearing shoes as I sleep. Looking down, I notice that my feet are bare. This is not of much concern to me as I recognize the dream state indicator for what it is. However, just for the sake of presence, even though it is just a dream, I decide to summon shoes onto my feet. My feet are wearing shoes for a time, but they become transparent now and then. The people in the restaurant are all friendly.

Eventually, I come to a checkout counter in a different building, which might be that of a library. I absentmindedly bump it and it seems very loose and actually comes off and so I place it so that it leans against the side of another part of the service area. I tell the unknown female at the counter that I will fix it and a contractor, an unfamiliar friendly male of about forty, soon appears. There is an unusual segment where unfinished buildings are seen. I mentally will most of the buildings to complete even though there are also several construction workers around.

I notice that the counter I had been at earlier is now nearly two stories high from what seems to be an outside area. several unfamiliar people are present, including the original unfamiliar female. There is the typical indoor outdoor ambiguity, where it seems I am inside and outside at the same time (a factor of the illusory nature of the dream state in semi-lucid understanding that I am actually inside a house in our bedroom). I slowly wake around this point.

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A checkout counter is common autosymbolism for the waking stage (a metaphor for leaving the dream state). In this case, there was no dominant preconscious factor or RAS mediation or modulation, as the checkout being beyond my reach was a precursor to sleeping for a few more hours.

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Date of Dream: MON 26 MAR - 2018


Dream No. 300 - Separated Sections

Dream 300 A - Voice Of The Raccoon In Melbourne
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I heard that Kevin Miller (the voice of Sly Cooper) was coming to Australia. Not only that, but he was coming to my house. I met him standing on the side of the Monash freeway at night and offered to drive him back. I forgot what happened in the second scene. All I know is that my whole family were at the house and they were interacting with Kevin.

The third scene took place in the garage and somehow, I now found out that Kevin had brought his dream children with him. The girl was called Minnie and she was Chinese, there was also a little boy with him, a Caucasian appearance, I'm not sure but I think his name was Becker. My parents were going to take a photo of me with Kevin and his dream kids. Kevin had an arm on one of my shoulders while jumping up and down and frantically waving. Meanwhile, there was me just being as still as a rock while smiling as best I could. I forgot what actions the dream kids were doing.

When my mum had put down the camera from its photo/video taking position, Kevin laughed and told me that my mum was taking video footage. As I soon as I found out, I was in a state of shock, grousing over how I just stood there, smiling like an idiot when I could have done much more. Kevin then suggested we actually take some photos as well so I have a good souvenir. First of all, some were taken on the big camera and then there were a couple taken on my phone as well as Kevin's phone and then Minnie's and Becker's phones. That's all I can remember for this dream.

Dream 300 B - The Priest Has Died (Lucid Dream 15)
The first part of the dream was lucid. I actually started the lucid segment from a period of being awake; so I am aware of my surroundings without doing a reality check. Now to start the dream; I am in this hot, lava room, like in one of the scenes of the 1st Incredibles movie. I feel that something isn't right but I can't quite put my finger on it. I end up calling for Dreamy WB and she appears straight away.

Within the lava scenery, she appears as usual, wearing all black but the lighting also made her skin and hair look extremely dark. I spoke to her for a while but I forgot what about. Then she spreads her arms out for a hug. As she's hugging me, the scene blurs out on me, changing itself and that's when I lose lucidity.

I am then on the nature track near my house but I forgot specifically what was happening. I end up at this cafe, roaming the outside courtyard of it. Sitting at one of the benches, I see someone who claims to be Fr. M's son who looked half like Fr. M and half like GC but had short, black, curly hair on the top of his. I don't remember everything that he said to me but information was revealed that Fr. M had died. I questioned him and said that the death was actually in 2014.

The scene then plays at my house, just next to the entrance hallway on the upper floor. My brother comes up the stairs and he looks about down. He tells me that Fr. M's son spoke to him and that he revealed something “not very nice”. I said to my brother, “I know, he's dead”. That's when my brother broke out into tears and walked off, slamming the door of his bedroom behind him. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



300 A:
Type of Dream: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

300 B:
Type of Dream: 1/2 Lucid, 1/2 Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points:
Full Non-Lucid Dream - 300 A (1.0)
WBTB Successful (2.0)
Aware In Lucid Section (10.0)
Summon DC (5.0) Dream Guide = +5 ---> (10.0)
Interact With DC (2.0)
Non-Lucid Fragment - 300 B (0.5)

Total Points:
25.5

Gross Total Points:
42.5

I find myself in a room full of DCs and suddenly awareness increases to lucidity. I recall my thoughts from the previous night to try to score more points from the competition. There's a particularly distracting DC in front of me and I weight in the options of going for dream control vs kissing. I decide to go for the latter, explaining to myself I can do dream control a bit later. There are around 8 DCs surrounding us and I begin to feel uncomfortable.

Not sure what happens, whether a dream end or possibly loss of lucidity. It seems like a little black out but I return to pretty much the same scene, aware again. End of memory. Awake. Back to sleep.

Another dream episode where I become lucid again, different indoors place, I don't look around too much. Once again a lone DC catches my attention, though this time not as distracting. I have the feeling my memory of the previous dreams is becoming blurred as I didn't write anything down.

I take time to focus on the DC and save the memory of the previous and current dreams to this moment. I raise my fingers to count three lucid moments for the night.The dream ends sometime soon and I do a brief mental review prior to going back to sleep.

Created Sunday 25 March 2018

Got the WILD to note. There were fragments before that, but I'd forgotten everything of them.

Very long moment of insomnia following WBTB attempt, before transitioning to below.

Dream 1 - Log 1052 - Spring Lucid Dream Competition - Day 1

WILD transition in bed. It felt as if someone was embracing me around the neck, from which I quickly freed myself. I floated up, and tried going out the door, only to get pulled through the floor and into the void. Teleport by spinning and dashing backwards. I turned up in my living room during the dead of night. I called for light, but nothing happened. I then phased through a wall.

Things warped. I was now pulling myself up from the floor of an unknown home. This environment was likewise dark, save for the corner, which flickered with dull grey light. Thought calling for vividness would fix the visuals, but this too had no immediate effect. I paced around, when the place suddenly became vibrant and clear. This locale seemed to be an old structure built of wood, its large furniture covered in white tarp. Near the door, I spotted a polygonal figure, a young woman with blonde pigtails clad in a Victorian-era red-white plaid dress and bonnet, exiting to bright streets outside. She seemed a bit like an animated life-sized doll, kinda creepy actually. Anyway, I decided to jump through the large window near the door. Instead of phasing, I'd clumsily smashed through the glass, alarming the girl, who slowly backed away. Well, at least this didn't hurt me one bit.

The streets nearby, in contrast to the house and its denizen, seemed as any contemporary suburbs. There was a patch of grass in the median bar ahead. Looked a good place as any for the comp challenge. I tried summoning a cloth sheet without results. Luckily, I found several of such laid out on a small, grassy lot in front of a nearby tunnel/highway ramp. These were raggedy brown hemp sheets, old and dusty, not to mention adjacent to a collection of trash. Well, not the most flattering place for a picnic, but oh well. I seated myself there. I then stared at my hand, which seemed and felt like wood. In any case, I conjured up a basket in sight. So, I reached inside, but only found a single peanut. Moreover, save for some bitterness, it was completely tasteless.

I then wandered off through the tunnel. Things warped again. Now, I was sliding down inside the slopes of a narrow passageway made of smooth stone. Got distracted with thoughts on summoning something/someone? Things destabilized two minutes later, and I wake up.

I was semi lucid during this part of the dream. I was in a room that was merged with an outside scenery, talking to a girl when suddenly Dawn came by and said he brought me a present. It was a big wooden connected ring that was made up of small wooden cubes that came in distinct colorful patterns. I thanked him for it but thinking it was supposed to be a bracelet i put it around my wrist. It was too big though so I took it apart, detaching it and putting it back together as a smaller ring.

It was still pretty big though and i couldn't keep the cubes attached to eachother because of dream gravity. A big chunk of it fell apart. In order to save it i used dream control to put it back together. It worked well. After that when i saw him come closer i apologized for messing with it but told him i was only fixing it so that it would fit.He said it was okay.

I than walked around and was looking for a green macaw female parrot that i felt was supposed to be present. I couldn't find her though. "Where is the green parrot that use to be here?" I asked Dawn
We sat down and he told me "she died at four years old because she was only surrounded by indoor lighting and she needed natural sunlight" and something about them living less. I felt sad that she was gone but accepted that it was what happened.

Notes:In this dream Dawn made me realize that i need to pay attention to my bird's getting the light they need more. The gift didn't need to be an accessory to be important either. I should have left it as it was instead of making it into what i wanted it to be.

I tried painting the patterns but it's not coming out right, my memory is also failing me so I'll just leave it like this. I think its okay enough to give you idea of what it was.

*Messed up title. It was a plant but with no flowers.

I was non lucid at first but became lucid in my old room.There I looked at the window and hopped up to fly through it. However, when I managed to get through I felt myself turn upside down and I was now in the beach water.At first I heard zombie noises like moaning but than it stopped and I just enjoyed feeling the waves of the water passing around me and pushing back.For a bit I stayed like that and tried calling Dawn but than the ocean dissipated and became a mountainous area where I was attacked by not very visible lions and wild dogs. As I pushed them back and felt them bite me I thought about how prey animals feel when attacked. Eventually I decided to make them leave by calling Dawn. They ended up running away after I did.

When I got up I noticed I was now in a city that was becoming flooded. That's when a violet red book flew past me with japanese hiragana and kanji. I could read the hiragana which said "sakaru" and something else. Which is not a real word but I dismissed it and as I looked around it felt like I was going to wake up.

Standing in front of the old house bathroom mirror now I was doing my hair but kept aware of how I felt and the possibility that I was still dreaming.
That's when I remembered that I wasn't living there anymore and went into the room. Curious I looked through the window to see the yard and saw a lot of green plants with a huge white plant in the center. I felt like it represented something pure. It was nice to look at but than my thoughts ended up changing it into a carnivorous plant that growled. I looked away from it than thought of Dawn
Dawn didn't come but i began to be pulled away as the room darkened and thinking I would wake up, I woke up.


pic does not belong to me.

-1-This LD lasted less than 10 seconds and took place at my old house.
-2-The next LD in this group happened after a lengthy scene of odd questioning in a hyper-realistic mesh between my old house and another house. Even the shower was near perfect. Later, I finally did realize I was dreaming. Samus appeared in a turquoise drag racer while her Sm4sh victory theme played. I lost lucidity shortly after. The scene was a busy-ish road with trees and small buildings. There was an intersection to the north.
-3-I regained lucidity for a while as I jumped on top of trucks and buildings.
-4-(DEILD) I spawned on the northbound side of the same road, looking west. I tried to take over a large, red thing that resembled a semi truck, but I couldn't open the door. Seconds later, I approached the intersection from the southbound side, and was immediately surrounded by cops. On one side were Americans, and on the other were Chinese.
"The Chinese are quick to secure their target." --a text in a book
-5-(DEILD) I spawned in a tall building east of the parking lot, which was north of the intersection by a half-block. I look to my right and see a room with FNAF characters in it.
"Oh, look at that," I said, slightly annoyed. I was not a fan in the slightest. As I continued east inside, one of the characters followed me and acted like a hyperactive child with ADHD. Looking up, I saw that the ceiling of this wide, concrete-floored hallway was about 5 stories high. The character then turned into Pinkie Pie, so I shoved her off a convenient ledge.
Lucid Time: 4m5s--6m25s

2018, 03-23

The Dark Tower – Witchblades, Insanity, and Spiders

I am in a forest, it is night time out. I see the glow of a campfire not far off. I approach that glow, I am hoping to find out where I am and why I am here. As I reach the campfire I see that there is a man here with a gun pointed in my direction. This is not an attack, it is just Eddie. He is there with Susanna, and Roland. Roland doesn’t seem to be paying any attention at all. I noticed that Susanna has no Witchblade. She needs to get a Witchblade that can form legs for her so she can walk. Eddie asks if I am looking to get myself shot? I tell him it wouldn’t matter if I did. He asks me if I want to die? I tell him sometimes I do, but not right at the moment. I tell him it wouldn’t matter because my real body is in another dimension sleeping right now. To me, this is a dream.

Now I turn to Susanna and ask if she would like things to be a bit easier? I tell her I have something that can help her. With this, she will never need a wheelchair again. She looks at me as if she doesn’t quite believe that. Roland has finally noticed my existence. I am not sure what wrong with him, but I am thinking it might be the madness that almost came up as a result of the paradox the man in black created. First I sit down beside Susanna and pull a Witchblade out of one of the pockets of my robe. I explained to her how it can help her. I tell her it might take a bit of getting used to, but the new legs would possibly work even better than her old ones. And the Witchblade can also produce armor or melee weapons. I tell her that I have one for everyone here if everyone wants one. Susanna accepts the Witchblade, but seems to have some doubts as to how well it will work. I also give a Witchblade to Eddie, who has been hearing me explain how it’s used Susanna.

Now I go over by Roland ask him how he’s doing. He doesn’t have to answer, I can see the answer in his eyes. I use the song My Last Breath by Evanescence to help Roland stabilize his mind. “Hold on to me, love, you know I can’t stay long. All I wanted to say is I love you and I’m not afraid. Can you hear me? Can you feel me in your heart?” After the song is done, it appears that Roland is doing better. He says that the voices aren’t gone, but they are much quieter. I take out another Witchblade and give it to Roland, explaining to him how it works. I am doing this when MoSh shows up. I noticed that Eddie is pointing a gun at him. He asked if both of us really want to die that badly? MoSh says he can’t die here. He then looks over and sees me giving Roland a Witchblade. He asked how many of those things I have? He says it seems like I never run out. I tell him that since I know the person who makes them, no I don’t ever run out. I also tell Roland that my technique won’t last, the only way to stop the voices for good to repair the paradox. They have to set things back on the proper course before the man in black fucked it up.

MoSh and I are trying to explain how the paradox works to the others when I noticed something moving in the darkness just outside the range of fire. I can’t see what it is, it looks like more darkness on top of darkness. It looks like the shadows have come to life. They seem to be moving closer, slowly but surely. Then one of them comes forward. It is a big black spider. It is about the size of a small dog, a Corgi. Eddie lets out a sound of the ocean before he manages to pull out a gun and shoot it. I am a bit surprised Roland doesn’t shoot. I look back and realize that he doesn’t even have any guns on him that I can see. I hear more gun fire right behind me and I turned around to see that MoSh has blasted more of the things that came into the light. There seem to be so many of them. My first thought is to create fireballs to burn the spiders, but then I think that might be a bad idea. I might end up starting a forest fire. So instead I focus on Enter Sandman and create a small whirlwind of energy that sucks the black spiders up and crushes them. I do that three times and there is much gunfire while I do that but finally the things stop coming. I hear MoSh asking what those things were, but no one seems to know, I only know they were made of dark energy. But I don’t even get a chance to say this before I wake up.