lucid

October 8th 2021

I was in a desert. I was climbing a sand dune. On the other side there was a man. He was about my age with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. He wore sandals, shorts and an Aztec print jacket. He sat on his knees in front of a headstone shaped ruin. There were four heiroglyphs at the top of the stone. The far right resembled a monk, to its left there was a male monkey and then a female, I instictinvely knew both were Divine. The heiroglyph to the far right beside the female was yet still imperceptible. Beneath these there were sygils drawn in chalk as well as vibrant gems of various shapes and sizes intentionally set inside cavities of the ruin. He was methodically moving these gems as if trying to solve a puzzle. Beside him was another ruin that he had used as a book shelf. It was full of books. I tried to speak to him but in his concentration I was a fly on the wall, not even as annoying, just there. Without looking up he pointed to the top of the sand dune to our right, “He will help you.” An older man suddenly appeared at the top and beckoned to me.

The old man was kind. He talked to me as if we were old friends. It was mundane conversation. He was agile for his age. He told me to follow him. He led me into a library. It was not grand or ornate but it was beautiful. The cielings were high but not extravagently so. There was a long stained wood table that sat in the middle of the room. There were paintings on the far right wall. There were more than just books on the shelf, ancient artifacts and magicks. The room resembled the ambiance of an old church, it was sacred. It reminded me of the The Sistine Chapel. But the energy here swelled like nothing I have ever experienced before, not even The Pope himself could compete. I gasped. The old man nonchalantly meandered behind the desk.

An old woman, very old, approached me. She was inhumanly tall and lanky. She hunched under the high cielings. She wore a long black and purple dress that seemed as frail as she and hair as white as light fell to her waist, given her height it must have been as long as I am tall. “What are you here for?” “I don’t know, he guided me here.” “Oh, you’re one of those. I will find what you need.” She was gruff but kind. She headed towards the back wall. She pulled several books out from the shelf and grunted with dissappointment at each one. “I will find one that is for your level.” She pulled out a small rectangular book and tapped it, with each tap the book changed in cover, shape and size. “Here we go.” The book title was “—- dreaming.” I did not recognize the first word but it was not lucid. I got the feeling lucid dreaming was no longer sufficient. I asked her how I was supposed to keep up with the book in my dreams. “Oh, they come and they go when they are meant to.” I do not even know how to read in my dreams but somehow I knew that would not be an issue with this book. I asked how the man I had seen in the desert had a bookshelf full of books. “He has ways I could not even gain access to.”

There was a man staring at a painting on the wall. I stood beside him and stared at a painting to his right. I recognized it. My heart felt like it was going to burst open. I turned towards the old man behind the counter and exclaimed, “I recognize the painting, what is it?” He nodded towards it. When I looked back it had morphed into something else but it was imperceptible, like the far right heiroglyph. The man beside me was looking at his own painting changing shape and writing vigorously in a note book. I do not know how I knew but I knew that these paintings were exclusive to the viewer, a map of sorts but instead of directions they were guides? The old man told me that I was not ready for that yet. Behind him someone limped out of a doorway. It was my Papa.

He was frail. He used both canes. He was as thin as the last time I saw him but wore the same smile. He leaned up against the desk. I spoke with him casually. I asked him where we were. He explained in his own vocabulary that this was a middle world, a joint between spirit realms. I asked him why some of the older, even ancient, individuals I had met here were so agile and he was not. He said, “You all just have better genes for this.” The old man behind the counter said, “Speaking of, I think I am growing weary. I am going to rest now.” He stood up slowly, he seemed his age now. He walked through the shadowy doorway that Papa had limped out of. The dead could only visit here. Papa said he needed to go too. We said goodbye. I said I love you.

So I had this bad dream last night. There were five people in the dream. Me, Dad and my sister were visiting someone(5th). (There was a 4th person who was not Mom but was also a visiting person and they're in the car as well). I was going to get back int the car. I was going to get into a different seat but for some reason I couldn't so I closed that door, and I opened up another car door. But before I could get into the car Dad is driving off.--so I'm like holding on for dear life yelling at Dad and sister to "STOP THE CAR I"M NOT IN THE CAR YET" and the two in the front (Dad/Sis) are telling me to *shut up" and "put my seatbelt on" not realizing I am NOT in the car to even be able to put a seatbelt on. I think Dad says that "If I don't stop Complaing I can walk home or find my own way home"

I think we're like driving for 20-30mins in the dream with that "conversation" happening over and over again until I had to wake up because the bathroom was calling me.

What the Feck!
Discussing dreams and reality checks. Kay laughs out, "What the Feck. What the heck and what the fuck mixed. What the feck! Reality check! For those WTF moments." It should work. Rhymes have a way of worming into simple brains like mine. We test her spell. Surprise! "We're in a dream! It works!" I cheer with childlike glee. A sudden swell of clarity. And then, because no dreams were recalled during earlier wakings, a passionate declaration, "I'll remember ALL my dreams if I wake up right now!"

I woke and dreams came flooding.

Today is my birthday. Curl into some closet but she finds me, as mothers always do. Her smile is gold, eyes emerald sparks. She beckons. With reluctance, I obey. She has gotten me the greatest gift, she says. Peripherally, the greatest gift grins. Look away, away, away. Play blind, blubbering fool til gold is tarnished and emerald sparks sputter out. Why so cruel? Why does my bastard heart want her to hurt?

Hear the greatest gift. I ask who is watching Batman. See the greatest gift, all grins and ghoul green hair. "Hey," I say, "Aren't you that guy who was in Star Wars? Han Solo?" The greatest gift laughs mirthlessly "You're kidding me, right?" I give up the fight to hold firm the jagged stone about my soul. The wall barricading my heart falls broken. I laugh, "Yes. I'm kidding. I know you you are. But it's not my birthday..."

Familiar feeling flutters...

"I know who you are! How are you here?" Look to mother, "How are you here?" Finger slip through palm. "Yes!" Understand exactly where we stand, mid dream. Dance around the green haired gift. We laugh like an improbable mob of joker jedi. Then the greatest gift drifts away.

Voice was hounding me to post more dreams. (Every 3 day or 4 days seems like a consistent way to post.)

Don't remember much.

Jamie 1

I was beside a woman in bed. It was Jamie, but she looked asian (like filipina or malaysian or something). I put my hand on her boob. I was like "Wow, it fits in the palm of my hand." She smile at that and put her hand over mine. The dream fades (This dream coincides with some sweet talk we were having at night.)

Fortnite again

Just a flash of getting shot at and walling off. Not sure if Jamie was in this or not.

Last night:

A jamie dream I forgot but I had this vivid one:

Jamie 2

Me and Jamie were walking in a small apartment building. We came from a larger area and entered a stairwell. Jamie looked up the stairwell and looked frightened and she went back through the door. I took a splie second to see where she was looking but nothing was there. I quickly turned to follow her but when I opened the door, it was nothing but concrete. I was becoming lucid when I woke up.

Wow when Jamie doesn't want to be found in dreams....

Two Tails
Feel the surreal familiarity of this fog, float on the fringe of a dream. From all directions at once, she struts, little mist cat of two tails. We will converse once the weight of this world makes us real. But fog lifts, we slip away, victims of the stirring day.

A glimmer of lucidity this morning, perhaps just a notch or two above hypnagogia.

Dreamed Oct 23 2024

Roam the city on a hill. Streets are a clutter of shops, shoppers, shooters, droppers. No way is out of the way. Sink from the blight into swift sweeping twilight. From dim, to dark, to dire. Retreat. Re-clamber to the crown. The world is shut. Claustrophobic press of flesh is faded. Dread desolate slabs of concrete upon which one may make home.

Centre cracks a sneer. Slip between its lips, past cobweb arcades, soul-less store fronts, yawning caves that once shone seductive songs. Bag wrapped bodies clog the innards of this slow dying beast. Asleep? Dead? A body bag woman rises and races. I flee. At stair top we stand face to face. She begs for change or coffee. "I think I gave you change already," I inform. She smiles, "Yes, I think you did." We part, she back to bag rows and I through emergency exit scream.

Stumble out onto a simmering shore of blush and blues. The world is warm and awash in succulent unsettlery. To the right lies a lake sleek and sheer. A many tiered waterfall twinkles awake. Snatches of past life songs twinkle awake within. To the left, cross lazy sands, are souls of several earthen shades beautiful beyond the spell of bastard words. Behind stands a cave, a gaping cavity of glittering stone and gentle swells. From supple waves young men rise, only so high as to reveal their eyes, silver with ravenous glints. Oh to be their sustenance.

Right left stands he of moonlit skin and star frost eye. He asks where we are and how we arrived. I know neither. Finger through palm. Pinch of the nose. Mild surprise. "We're dreaming." No lust for control. Curiosity grows. Where this ride will guide us?

Ships swarm the horizon. Train of giant boxes slop into the water. They are a wall meant to sever earth from ocean, a drifting genocide. Warriors rise. Storms of arrows fly. They but slice softly into sea. And then...
Stillness...
Silence...
Surrender.

The wall surges closer.

I must do something yet nothing. Nudge Moonman. "Use your white savior powers to help," I jest, just a test. With a swift, "Okay," Moon leaps from the cliff, walks across water, faces the floating wall. As blocks swing close he sinks straight down. Rise again as each threat passes. He climbs a boat and calls, "Send explosives." Intentions for dynamite in his hand bestows upon him only a gas can. He christens the boat. "I need a light!"

Finger through the palm strengthens resolve. "Jump onto my hand!" I call to Moon. In a silly show of perspective forced, his feet find my hand. He lands, a tiny creature crouching in my palm. Pass him to the nearest warrior.

Now rises my warrior. How long has it been? Dance an ancient ritual, step, stomp, punch, spin, over and over and over again. Scream from the depths of my innermost hell. Streams of golden plasma spray from fingertips to swallow each ship. Each explodes, one after another, in fantastic plumes of flame and shadow. And then, quite simply, the swarm and their bobbing threat are gone. Turn to the earthen warriors. They are gone. Look for the light of Moon man. He is gone. I stand sole in this still simmering dawn.

"It's done, I suppose," I sigh to the morn. But there is still some stuff to this dream. Launch and laugh from a ledge, pristine. Slip from the sky. Spin so the spine leads the plummet into the next whatever that will have me.

17/10/2024 @ aprox between 10:30 am - 11:30 am - My first lucid dream in YEARS, possibly over a decade.

I was running from a special ops unit through a tightly packed, derelict abandoned gated community. It was night though it was well lit from the full moon with a blue-ish white tint. They where looking for me as I had found some highly advanced alien technology which had unlocked dormant supernatural powers within me. (Invulnerability and atom manipulation)

Because of my new found abilities I was defending myself against these special ops agents with ease, disassembling their atomic structure as they evaporated into shadows of shouldering ash. Their weapons had no effect on me so I was without fear and in no sense of urgency to escape.

In order to enhance these abilities further I had to find a ring I had misplaced which I was unable to find.

*MOMENT OF LUDICITY* :

I discovered I was dreaming because I realized how outlandish the situation was. In that instant I had became lucid and the entire world began to wobble and wriggle about like an impossibly designed, intricate childs drawing and what I can only describe as what I imagine having an acid trip would be like. With this realization the most amazing feeling of power, warmth and joy washed over me.

Before I had discovered I was dreaming, the dream world was seamless and indistinguishable from the real world. It's almost like as soon as my rational brain had woken up and my rational focus was shone onto the dream world that my fully conscious self was too much for the dream world to sustain believably or I was taking up too much resources so it began to struggle with the weight of my fully conscious being's presence.

The excitement must have been too much as I was not able to explore far, not so long after I had become lucid the world began to break up around me and I found myself slipping into a closing, narrowing, clear, crisp, mildly pixelated, almost digital thinly and sparsely detailed oval tunnel of white light with a slit of black at the end.

Before long the tunnel of white light had disappeared and all too soon I was in the dark looking at the back of my eyelids back in bed having left the lucid dream behind. It sounds a lot like was people describe dying as being like! I really felt like I had left my body and had come back from somewhere else outside of my body.

(Reflection) Maybe dying is waking up from the dream of the real world.

Ever since I had this lucid dream I am able to remember at least one dream per night in excruciating detail hours after I've woken.

The voice was still insistent that the van I saw Monday was Jamie. Even though I seen a similar grey van at the same store driven by an older brown haired lady. The voice argued that there's lots of grand caravans in the area. This is true. Her voice complained later, " How come you pretend I'm not there when I visit?" Well... Driving by someone goes quick. Sometimes her sightings don't leave me room to visibly react. One apperrent drive by was at night and I could barely make out the shape of a face. And I couldn't literally see inside the van well because of the lighting. Depending on light reflecting off a windshield can determine how much you see inside someone's vehicle.

Uncle again

I was almost lucid. I spoke like I knew it was a dream. I saw my uncle lying on a cot with some woman. I asked if his name was his name. He said yes. I told him not to come into my dreams anymore. I don't remember much after.

One night I woke up at 2 am and Jamie's voice kept asking for prayers because of a nightmare. Was she watching "From?" - It gave her nightmares. I have heard that Borderlines can have excruciatingly long and vivid frequent nightmares.

Raven

A brief dream where I saw Raven. Can't remember details tho.

Jamie 1

Brief flash of her holding me in bed.

Possibly Jamie?

Started off, I was in a shopping mall. I was in a Zellers or Sears like store. Some women in medical clothing were testing someone. It turns out they had a contagious disease. They said they had to quarantine the area and since I was a few times away that meant me. They put some weird medical gown on me.. more like a vest. Then they brought me a Hazmat suit. This was interrupted by a horde of people running through the store in a panic. The medical people ran away too. I tore off the vest and looked two the double doors leading outside. Another horde of people were running outside as well.

I took off and went down a hallway. Went through a door onto a street. No one was running so 8 figured I was past the danger. I felt I was near Jamie's place so I went up these garden paths separated by plastic bubbles with zip up doors. I was on a hill looking down at at garden being tended by an older lady with brown hair. I knew who she was. I had seen that lady lots in dreams at Jamie's house. Not sure if she's a guide or guardian.

I went through the next zipper door, and I was quite confused as to where I was. Inside was a living room. A woman that looked like Jamie was sleeping on a couch. I woke her up and asked how to leave? She got up and said she would help. Her hair went from long to shorter with the ends by her chin. She said, "Make sure you give me a hug and a kiss before you leave. " I thought since she no longer looked like Jamie, that she was someone else... That it might be cheating. I gathered some things that I had left there including a gun. Jamie didn't seem bothered by that. I tucked it into a side pocket or purse. She looked like Jamie again and I was waiting for my hug. Jamie went into a kitchen then and she looked like someone else. An older man was suddenly with her. They were talking. I figured it was the woman's husband. She no longer seemed aware that I was there so I left.

Am I WILD?

A world of warped shadow and feeble matter falls in and out of focus. Fingers are spider legs. "Dreaming." Stumble on no feet. Mumble through madness. Stability escapes me. Struggle to soar. The darkness pulls me down and down and down.

Yon the crush of defeat and the gnarled arms of naked trees... the stars are singing. Singing! Their voices like the tinkle of thin ice on breathing shores. They dance, cluster, and call to me. The world sighs brighter but only a bit. Focus on the lights, the celestial sights that beckon me to their heavenly embrace. Nothing feet push up. Set off from shadow, Set sight on the stars. With blissful speed I spin and swerve into eternity. "We're lucid," I sing to everything and to nothing. And because I am WILD, I freefall, fire and ice through the twinkling heart of darkness.

Really tired, I'll try to journal everything as best as I can.

Outside the Reddi-Mart yesterday around 5 pm spotted a Grey Dodge caravan, later model. Because of the light I couldn't exactly see inside. A brown haired woman sitting there and possibly smiling at me? Unsure as I couldn't see. As I walked away. The Jamie voice suggested that it may have been her. Since I didn't see clearly, I'm not putting too much faith in it. Maybe try waving next time???

Dreams:

Jamie 1

Just a dream of me and her in bed kissing.

Jamie 2

I was at a bar with my brother. It was karaoke or something. I was at a table with some paper writing down songs. Jamie came by me as I left the table, and nervously muttered something, which I couldn't quite make out. But, it seemed directed at me.
I walked away and said, "Yeah!!! What SHE said!!". I went outside for a smoke.

Jamie 3

I was with Jamie and her friends somewhere. Jamie was singing something. She noticed me and changed the lyrics to include my name. I said I have some songs I can sing about her. But she didn't seem to hear that and took off with her friends. I was a little disappointed.

Lucid?

I became lucid randomly in a house. I remembered wanting to find Jamie. I went outside to walk to her dream area but my memory fades

From

(I was watching the paramount+ show "From." Before bed.)

I was in the setting of the show. I was in some barn at night with the brother and sister from the show. I was holding a talisman against the door because I couldn't hang it up for some reason...

What?

I went to visit my distant uncle. I thought he could help me with some. He was sitting in a large chair surrounded by people. He gave me a long speech about how I bought myself a coffee and someone else. He seemed to be guilt tripping me about spending money irresponsibly. He then nodded to someone and indicated that they could give me a heart attack in a dream or something... I left dumbstruck. Give someone a heart attack over buying coffee?

Drywall

I was on a drywall Job with the same uncle. I was leaving the job. I wanted nothing to do with him. He seemed to be apologizing, but I wasn't having it.

Jamie is still hard to find in dreams. Things keep interfering.

Jamie 1

Long dream. But all I remember is taking a bus. I was going to the transfer station to catch a connecting bus. Suddenly instead of a bus, I was in a car... And my mother was driving. She drove right past the bus stop where I was supposed to catch the other bus. I told her to let me off but she wouldn't. I asked again. Still wouldn't let me off. My mother is a recovering schizophrenic so I thought maybe she was off her meds. I started yelling and insisting that she let me off. We were in a school zone now and we were slowing down for children. I started yelling that she stopped her meds. The car stopped. Instead of my mother it was Jamie driving. She looked at me really upset.


Really annoying I keep seeing Jamie as someone else...

Jamie 2

3rd person. I saw Jamie lying in bed. Some spider like creature was on her ceiling.

Woke up and made a comment about it to the voice. Her voice said, " How do you know what I dream about?" I answered that I dreamed it.

Jamie 3

We were in a stadium at some game. We were making out.

Annoying

I was at a house with some people. Someone kept trying to get me to drink beer. I didn't want any. The guy kept insisting, and I kept refusing until I was yelling. That dream shaman guy started yelling at me too.

What

A flash of a dream where Jamie was at an orgy. I saw some stuff....

Maybe that dream shaman guy interfering again?

Wtf

A dream where Jamie was dressing up in some lingerie. But she looked like a man. She was also in a garage talking to someone, asking if I might like the outfit.

Last night

Um

I was with some dark guy in a city. He was showing me to some secret hiding place. We had to walk down a long sidewalk to get the. It was this warehouse place under a bridge.

Once there he pulled down his pants and started pole dancing. 8 was like, " yo look buddy, I think you have the wrong idea about me." And he was like: I guess I read the situation wrong. And I'm like, "I don't know what I did to make you think... How do I get out of here?"

He pointed down a ways and I left.

What's with all the Gay themed dreams? I want my Jamie back dammit.

Semi lucid

I was in an abandoned house. became vaguely lucid. I was watching a bed. I tried to manifest Jamie in it. A shape appeared under the covers. I pulled them off but no one was there. Memory fades after.

Kind of frustrating. Voice at night and mornings is great. She keeps saying it's the best relationship she's ever been in and she doesn't see me in person. I hope that changes someday. It is for me to.

CaseOh let's play
I was watching CaseOh play a hack and slash game, the enemies were huge twisted looking monsters. After taking down the first one, several more spawned in front of him. In an attack on titan esque way he launched himself to them, they deflected him sending him straight to the end boss. An epic animation of the boss played where it crawled out of a summoning circle.
After some fighting CaseOh managed to beat it, unfortunately because he didn't kill the other enemies it sent him back to the beginning of the level.
In shock he said "I found the way out!"
"There was only one way forward." I thought to myself.

*I woke up after that and I was asleep on the couch with him on the TV playing minecraft, he found his way back to the start of a cave he was lost in and he was talking about how he found his way out.*
*I wonder if I can use audio more to become lucid more often.*

Pretending to Sleep

I was at my parents home in one of the bedrooms watching TV, I could hear my mom enter the front door yelling for everyone to bring the groceries in. I turned the TV off and put a pillow over my face to pretend I was asleep, I could hear a couple of my family members enter the room and they decided to leave me alone.

FAs to Lucid FA
*there was at least one dream before this one of m telling my brother again the CaseOh dream*
I was telling my brother how weird it was that the video I was watching influenced my dream so much when suddenly I found the dream fading away into a FA.

I'm now in bed still believing that I 'm awake and slightly annoyed that I'll have to tell my brother about the dream again.
It's totally dark and I'm just laying there but I sense my brother in the distance and call out to him.
"Hey J2!"
A sudden fearful realization hits me. "I'm still dreaming, J2 doesn't live with me."
Some incredibly fast and frantic music starts playing very loudly and it doesn't help that I'm already scared. I can sense what comes next in the music before it happens and it keeps getting faster and faster.
"I have to slow the acceleration."
In an attempt to calm the music I slowly change my expectation of what comes next.
Slowly but surely the music calms down. Eventually all that's left is the rhythmic base that you would hear from hardstyle.
"Why am I even still laying here?"
Now completely calm I stand up and do the nose pinch test just because.
As the test passed I feel myself lose my sense of balance for a second , I regain it and do the test again just to feel it again.
I go to my bathroom and look into the mirror. I see only myself and no background. I look distorted, green and metallic, my reflection is pulsing in and out of the darkness. I strike a pose pointing at the mirror then smack the wall a couple times and it feels decently real.
I decide to teleport to J2 by walking through the door while imagining my parents home. As I'm walking through the door I think about how I didn't think of a specific room, there was a brief fade away before I found myself in the hallway. Straight in front of me was J2's room. I walk through it and see him sitting at the desk, the room looks just like it did from my childhood when my older brother J4 lived in it. I say Hi to him and he mutters something before going back to the computer.

*I have 7 brother and my parents named us all started with the letter J*

So I had a short dream but it was a nightmare.

I dreamed Mom and Dad were leaving the house to take a vacation from me. Similar to the vacation they had back in 2012. So i was going to be staying in the house by myself. The parents and I were in the front hall together-mom was talking to me I think giving me instructions-but for all I know it could have been "peas and carrots" or "strawberries and rhubarb". So Mom and I stepped out on the porch- I was going to see my parents off to whether it was they're going- some place in Ontario at least since they're going to take the car. In the dream, I was dressed in my junk clothes, and I had no keys on me since I was going straight back into the house. And I guess at some point between Dad going out onto the porch and Mom and I going out on the porch - Dad went back inside the house because Dad came back outside the house and closed the door and started to lock the door. I started yelling at Dad "DON'T LOCK THE DOOR! DON'T LOCK THE DOOR!" I might have done it three times before I woke up since the bathroom was calling me. It took me an hour I think to go back to sleep from 7:35am to 8:35am.

Occurred Sept 22

Endless halls hold me captive at this gathering of dreamers. When finally I find my place it is too late. Ten's lecture is complete. A gloom hangs in the air, as thick and sticky as humid breath. Dreamers depart, stooped, depressed. Ten holds place, smile on his face. I ask him to tell his talk. He will not. Instead he blurts a list of words. "What?" He blurts again. "Oh..." The words are groups of animals. An eyebrow arches, asks if I catch his drift. I nod. Ten stands taller, grin slides wider, "What do you call a group of lucid dreamers?" "I don't know, what DO you call a group of lucid dreamers?" I ask, probing for the punchline. Ten lets loose laughter, "I thought YOU knew. Oh well. You'll figure it out." A preen, a pivot, he darts down the hall.

Hope for a familiar face. Find none. Settle in a circle of languid dreamers. They whisper in secretive spurts. I ask the message of Ten's talk. Eyes roll. Voices recoil. This glacial space is shortly spoiled by stomps and shouts on high. Up the stairs I fly. There stands Eleven, eyes of lightning, voice of thunder, before a table piled with toys. "YOU BROKE THE DEAL!" He screams and slaps toys to the floor. Young and old flinch. Within me flares an insane reflex, "What the HELL is going on here?" Eleven's tempest turns my way. "All I asked for payment was a Kylo Ren with sound effect lightsaber. THAT'S IT. THEY BROKE THE FUCKING DEAL... THOSE FUCKING SACKS OF..." I stand tall. Become a wall. "THEN LEAVE!" I match his thunder, "GO!" A preen, a pivot, he pounds down the hall.

Ten pops in, "Star Wars fans... I tell ya..." and pops out again.

Follow after Ten but find Eleven retreating into... a TARIDS? "What the..." Force a finger through my palm. Soft surge of relief. "I'm dreaming." Grin grows as bold as my lucid soul. "I'M DREAMING!" I yell to the TARDIS. Blue doors burst open. Out steps a mutant of a man, part Daemon, part Aragorn, all fury. His grin is a crack in time. His eyes burn Mordorian black. Weapons raised, one gun, one sword, he calls my name. Can not indulge in lucidity. Flee to warn the luminary of the shadow in our heart.

Bit of recall which may be associated to the above:
I recall being in the midst of orcs.

Such a long write up for such a fleeting glimmer of lucidity.
PS Happy Hobbit Day. Didn't make it to Bilbo's party last night. Tonight is another story.