non-lucid

I'm at school. To my right there is a swimming pool. A friend of mine tells me they just finished the renovation. We go to the canteen. It looks very strange. There is a large swimming pool on which the counter is. "This is absolutely stupid!" I say. "Why on earth did they place things like this?" My friend tells me things are placed just fine. "Oh, are they?" I ask and step to the platform that connects the counter to solid ground. I turns out to be plastic and capsizes. Finally I reach the counter. I take a tray and a plate. I think I didn't take any food on the plate. The next thing I remember is being again on the edge of the pool. Some distance away from me are the desserts. I jump there and take some bananas. Then I jump back and notice candies in front of me. I take a bite of a banana. It tastes delicious. Now I notice that the room has turned into a candy shop. I walk across the room. I become lucid, but I don't come up with anything to do so I decide to walk around the school. Before leaving the room I take a candy bar. It looks like white chocolate but tastes like mint. Music starts playing in my head. I leave the room. I see some my friends sitting at the corridors. They don't look like themselves but I know It's them. I talk with them. They seem somewhat hostile. I become a little sad but I know they're just part of my dream so I leave. I fly to a room where another friend of mine is. He's talking with someone about lucid dreaming. I fly around the school for the rest of the dream

I was in a pet shop, looking for a cat. When I found the one I wanted, the cat split ino two cats. I tried to pick up one of them, but they split into more cats. They kept cloning themselves until I was waist deep in cats.
I have no idea how I didn't become lucid.

[This is a catch-up post. I'm only giving this dream its own separate entry because I have a really long entry to post from the night of April 27-28, and I want that night's dreams to be all in their own entry.]

I'm watching Inception again. [A lot of the events are very different from what was actually in the movie, but I didn't realize this until after I woke up.] Yusuf and Saito are sneaking around in some place that has a lot of dark-brown wooden corridors and doors, shooting at the projections and generally being badass and awesome together, despite the fact that Saito is still dying slowly from that gunshot wound and his shirt is soaked with blood. At one point, he says an awesome one-liner that makes me go, So that's what he says there! I didn't catch that the first time I watched this. [No, I don't remember now what he said, because I'm writing this too long after the fact, but I do remember recalling that it was totally different from anything that was in the actual script.]

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DJ Log: April 30, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am watching a DC photographing a family posing in front of a muslin backdrop. They are all sitting on an upside-down boat and the backdrop is a generic farm scene. They say “cheese” every time the flash goes off, but the photographer is not happy with the picture, so they keep taking another. While passing by, I notice that the camera has a large fisheye lens on it. I say to the photographer, “Ooh, you're using THAT lens?” I walk off as the photographer looks at me like I have two heads.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! WBTB's are damn hard when you're exhausted. I woke up six hours into sleep and intended to WBTB. I think I managed to stay up for around a minute before I went back to sleep and had a few dreams. Woke up again and did some mantras, which resulted in me getting lucid in a pretty cool way. Second time ever I get a Dream Induced Wild Induced Lucid Dream. Or whatever you want to call it.

23.00: Sleep

05.10: WBTB 5 minutes

09.00: Fragment
*I'm playing World of Warcraft with my friend Jonas.

09.00: Carcrash becomes nightmareish
I'm at a cabin far from my home town. Me and my friends have been partying with alot of other people, and we want to get out of there. There's seven of us total, and the cab driver pulls up. "I will not take more than three" he tells me. "Why not?!" I ask him. I'm so pissed. We will need to get three cars then, it's going to be very expensive. He gives me a bullshit reason. "Give me one logical reason, anything that makes sense". He tells me something I can't remember, but I don't accept it.

My friend Eric's brother comes out of the cabin. He starts arguing with Eric. Now we're nine who needs a ride. I get in the cab anyways with three more, including my coworker Kimmo. The cab goes in the wrong direction. Alot of cars are heading towards the other direction. "There's alot of cars going home from town at the moment" the cab driver says. I figure this is another way to Stockholm and just sit back.

I'm in the middle seat in the back, and suddenly we slow down. There's a white van coming towards us up ahead. "He'll move" I say. We're not going more than 10/kmh and the van up ahead is closing in fast. A second before impact I close my eyes, and our car is thrown back violently. I hold on for dear life and try to push my body against the seat to minimize whiplash. The car starts flipping. I'm not hurt all. "This is like a roller coaster haha!" I manage to say with force. The car stops upside down. "Is everyone okay?" I ask. They all say yes.

We crawl out of the car and I cough some. I take a look around. We're infront of an old house. Instead of doors and windows are pitch black holes. It's got an eerie feeling to it, and I spot something infront of the door. A grill with vegetables and sausages. It's still sizzling, which means someone is around here. "Hello?!" I shout. No answer. I enter the door but quickly go back out again.



Dream skips. I'm once again infront of the house, but this time it has windows and doors. I'm with a bunch of kids and my coworker Niclas. I spot movement in the window on the second floor, I also hear laughter. We all enter the house and Niclas takes a right, I check out a few rooms on the first floor. I get a weird feeling from this place. I follow the others and arrive in a huge room, with a staircase going along the walls upwards. I run the stairs, the kids are laughing for some reason and I can hear Niclas whistling. "Nicke! Where are you?!". I reach the top and realise most kids have disappeared. And my coworker is nowhere to be seen. Five or six kids are left on the top, and they're disappearing one at a time. "Let's go! We have to get out of here" I say and start running down the stairs. An eye appears in the corner of my eye all of a sudden. It's green but quickly turns into blue, then brown. It's the eyes of all the kids who have been taken so far.

09.00: Ice cream time! D-WILD
I wake up in the same house. I'm on a hard school chair and next to me is a guy with a thin moustache. He takes two metal screws and fastens them on his armrest. "Two now, you better step up" he tells me with an evil smile. I haven't gotten lucid yet, no way I'm letting him beat me. I lay back and relax, it's kinda hard since the chair is digging into my hip. Perhaps I should WILD...

I'm standing on a street leading into town square in my home town. I start running and force myself to go faster with every step. Soon I'm running faster than a car, awesome! I jump and start gliding, but I can't maintain the height and I scrape my stomach on the ground. I don't slow down though and I fly a few feet above the ground. The town square is up ahead, and I intend to fly into it. I try to imagine an invisible ramp I can take off on, but I fail.

I stop flying and run and jump the last bit. I enter town square, and there's people everywhere. To fly I have to jump and fly straight up first, and I make a few mini jumps before I'm airborn. I fly straight up and then in circles. I remember that I usually wake up when flying and I start rubbing my hands. I fall for a second. My hands are needed for flying it seems, but I force myself to be able to anyways and soon I can do it. I keep on rubbing my hands and look at them, pale with four fingers.

I get tired of flying and let myself fall. I land on the roof of a grocery store, denting the metal beneath. I jump down onto the ground and enter the store. There's people everywhere here aswell, but I just jump over them and start walking through the store. I wonder if I should teleport... Nah, the hard chair I'm sleeping on will probably make me lose the dream. I almost lose the dream, but I manage to stabilize it by rubbing my hands and focusing on my senses.

I arrive at the fruit stands, but instead of fruit I see rows and rows of ice cream in buckets. Different flavours, except vanilla.



I want that. "The vanilla is all the way in the back" a store clerk woman says. I start walking towards the back of the store. A guy in a wheelchair digs out a few buckets of vanilla from the back of the freezer. I grab one and bring out a spoon from nowhere. I take a big scoop and put it in my mouth. It tastes great. I scoop out a huge chunk and realise there's no way for me to put it all in my mouth.

I imagine my mouth being twice as big, and I eat it all up. There are other flavours infront of me and I run the spoon over all of them, combining them. Gorging oneself on ice cream is wicked. I eat the combo and take a last scoop before heading towards the candy. I reach the stand and dip my ice cream into the jelly hearts and then the pralines. Like huge sprinkles!



09.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I woke up from the lucid, lying on my back. My drool was almost making me choke and I had to swallow alot of it. Might have been why I woke up.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

April 30, 2011

Non-lucid

I am at my school, part of some game/experiment type thing. The object of the game is to be the last one left. All we have to do is use whatever materials are around us to survive. To bring another element to the game, we are all wearing green paper masks, to hide our identity from each other. It starts out with an air of tension. I remain by one of the entrances to the school with a few other players. We stand by and watch as the majority of students mill about without getting anything productive done. We decide to work together to set up a small area where we will remain for the duration of the game. I look out the doors, and it is night. The school lights cast a yellow illumination on occasional patches of ground. Teachers are wandering around supervising the game, and making sure players don't cheat. It doesn't take long for the students to get bored with the game, remove the masks, and start finding things to do. I find myself outside with one of my friends. We talk about the game for a moment. A short while later, we are in a friend's basement, where a party is going on to celebrate the game being over. We hang out on the couches and discuss plans for starting our band.

This dream wasn't as vivid as mine usually are, most likely due to me being rather tired last night and unable to focus on LD'ing.

Well i was driving throw my neighbors lawn and some how there was a 8 foot deep hole in the ground that i drove over and flipped my truck some how. Then i remember being in the hole in the ground and trying to get out of it. and for some reason every time i failed at getting out of this hole i was laughing at myself. Then the dream moved on to another chapter and i was eating all the food at there house. I partially remember the husband of this house hold all pissed off that i was there so either i got to sleep with his wife or idk cuz i don't remember. Also as i was driving throw there lawn i remember some chick that i knew but i cant seem to make the face out.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was leaving "my mother's house." It may have been a grey day, and there may have been snow on the ground. I stood right outside the front door. My mom stood just inside.

I told my mom I loved her. I gave her a hug. My mom seemed really short. When I hugged her, it felt like I was breaking her spine, or like I had hugged her in such a way as to feel a part of her spine that had already been broken.

I walked to the car. As I did, I thought about a small cup of ice cream I had in the back seat of the car. It was like I still had the taste of the ice cream, or even some actual ice cream, in my mouth.

In my mind's eye, I saw the ice cream sitting in the back seat. The ice cream was kind of melted and creamy, and it had some kind of big, marshmallow-shaped, but colorful and jelly-like, things in it. The spoon in the cup seemed to be coated with the melted ice cream.

Apparently my grandmother was driving me to the airport. But the car we were taking was more like one my mom would drive. It was a small hatchback, kind of old looking. It was messy on the inside and the outside. The outside was kind of grimy and greasy. The inside was full of old garbage and fast food containers and stuff.

I was kind of disgusted that I'd kept my ice cream in the messy back seat. I thought it might not be a good idea for me to eat the ice cream.

I walked up to the driver's side of the car. My grandma was still standing outside the car, with the door wide open. As I walked up to my grandma I either thought to myself or asked out loud if I'd showed my mom well enough that I cared about her.

I was in the car, on the passenger side, riding through a kind of busy part of a suburban town, with either my grandma or some man driving the car. It was now black night.

The driver told me, "You showed your mom you cared about her. And the fact that you're worried about it shows that you care a lot more than a lot of people do nowadays."

We got stuck in traffic on some kind of quaint-looking, Main Street type area that was all decked out in lights, as if for Christmas. We kind of inched through the traffic and then ended up turning right on a side street and up a hill into something like a residential area.

As we were doing this, the driver, now most likely a man, continued, "That reminds me of a project I was reading about. People were making Christmas cards to send to the soldiers. But a lot of the people making the cards thought it would be good to send cards with anti-war messages on them.

"And that's what I mean about care. The people over there don't need to hear somebody telling them 'NO WAR.' They need us to tell them, 'We're thinking about you, and we hope you're doing well.'"

We had gotten up to the top of the hill and were now sitting on the right end of a long conference table. We were apparently inside a room. The room had fluorescent lighting. There was also a wall-sized bookshelf that I was looking straight at.

But it was also somehow like we were in a cafe with a big window, or as if we were actually floating out over the top of the hill, looking down to the Main Street area. It was like, even as I was looking straight at the bookshelf, I also saw the town below.

The man had gotten onto the topic of two books. Both books were about economics. One book was written by someone I didn't know. The other was written by Warren Buffett. The man seemed to be talking more about the book by the other guy. He then ended up talking about something extremely interesting and insightful (which, of course, I forgot).

As the man spoke about the really interesting stuff, I realized how nice he looked. He was white, with well-groomed, white hair. He wore a nice suit with a tan jacket, a subdued blue shirt, and a somewhat colorful (peach? pink?) tie. His skin was deeply tanned. His face was kind of thin and angular. But his complexion mesmerized me. It was perfect!

I then asked the man, "Who did you say made that comment? Did you say it was Warren Buffett or the other guy?"

The man said, "No. That was from Warren Buffett's new book."

I thought to myself that I needed to get Buffett's new book. I seemed to keep getting Buffett somehow confused with Alan Greenspan. But I could see the cover of Buffett's new book. It kind of looked like a modern cover of Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man.

The book wasn't an autobiography. It was actually a book on economic theory. I thought, "This is exactly what I've been looking for!" The man and I spoke back and forth for a bit on how odd it was that everybody didn't know about this book. It apparently wasn't selling much at all.

I looked down and to my left. I could see the conference table. But, again, I could "see through" the table and the room, outside and down the hill, to the lit-up Main Street area.

As I looked at the table, I was kind of hunched down and over some sheet (or pad?) of notebook paper. I scrawled on the piece of paper, in a very sloppy version of cursive, either the word "Feed" or the word "Feel."

A Nightmare
Nightmare's are rare for me. It was frightening at the time but now just interesting in retrospect. I'm outside and it's night. It's a scene like Night of the Living Dead. I'm on the back porch of an old house. There's a low fence around the backyard, maybe a graveyard. Beyond that is a bit of grassy field and then a dense forest. I'm with some other people but I don't remember who they are.

So, I'm in the ominous setting and monsters start walking out of the forest and walk slowly toward me and the old house. It's just like the zombie mode of Call of Duty. They aren't really monsters. I know they are people dressed up in Halloween costumes. There are some ghosts, zombies, and guys dressed like Jason. The ones I remember most clearly are the big pumpkins. You know those pumpkin trashbags you fill with leaves and put on your lawn for Halloween? Like that except it's walking slowly toward me.

Mostly I recall that the other people with me are very frightened. I am trying to keep them calm. I reassure them that they are just kids playing a Halloween prank and nothing bad is going to happen. As the monsters get close, they seem to give up because we aren't afraid and they go away. But new waves keep coming from out of the woods and we are all getting more and more nervous.

Finally, I've have enough and want to leave. I yell at the monsters, telling them I know they are just people dressed in costumes. I walk away from the house and find a parking lot. I see my car and pull out my keys. But as I'm walking, the people are following me and I overhear them talking. They failed to frighten me with their costumes but now they are getting violent. They pull out hatchets and start swinging at me. Now I'm really scared. I duck their swings as I try to open the lock on my car door. I wake up. I was pretty scared for several minutes as I couldn't get the memory of the dream out of my head.

I guess my interpretation of dream is that the violence of normal people is more frightening that the scariest monsters or places.

No lucid ordered from most recen first

-cycling down steep hill at the boardwalk parking during some festival, location was well known and people were on the side getting ready to cheer some race. Near the bottom I was on rollerblades where the hill evened out and turned to paving where I managed to stop by turning in a circle. I could break while cycling as the tar was wet and I would just skid.

- ment to go with a big group looked like search And rescue on a mountain, I was not dressed yet like them so they left, I ran back down the mountain which was steep with loose black sand, there was extention cords that I was gripping on. I remember telling a old manager to f off lol.

Woke up a few times in the night for bathroom, was awake enough to think about lucid but then would just fall back asleep

catch the ghost

mon: i didn't sleep this day
tue: angry at myself. dreams were real vivid. a sign of recovery but i was too groggy to write 'em down and they vanished within ten minutes
wed: 2 lucids but no ghost

Spoiler for lucid dreams:

The clock in my room was all screwy. I tried walking around but I moved real slow and the lights were blinking rapidly. I wake up.

I re-enter the dream and I go into the kitchen and ask my girlfriend "help me catch a ghost". She says "They were in the yard but I caught them all". I go out anyways and see my neighbor and his daughter. I say "Let's have a drink." He accepts. I find a bottle under my porch and go into his house.

He takes me through a gym and into a changing room where sexual acts begin between him and his daughter. "I don't have time for this. I need to catch a ghost." More people enter and they all start taking off their clothes and I wake up. I did try looking for a ghost in the gym but nothing.

thu: crazy dream. down a ladder to the center of the earth where i have to kill this fiery skeleton horse with razor claws and tusks. many people died but not me. i woke up before i destroyed the beast.
fri: followed a dog through an empty house. found some decapitated bodies.

Dream:
I am in the den at home, some guy and I get into a knife fight with another guy. The guy with me fights the other while I throw knives, after throwing them a few times the guy decides to come for me so I run from him around the foyer in a circle to stay away from him. We start a 1 v 1 knife fight in the den and quickly get taken to the floor. We are both using pullout knives and when I try to stab him my knife folds in, he tries to stab me but I grab his knife and make it fold when he tries to stab me. He decides to close his knife on my hand since he can't stab me (in between pointer and thumb). I start crying and begging him to stop as I feel it closing on my hand, he pulls away and I look at my hand and it looks like it's just like a paper cut (pretty sure I had five fingers)
wake up

Dream:
at a car going to take someones bad dog trying to put it in a container (for blowing up balloons), Russ heads from the parking lot to walmart (RD), I have to hurry to catch Russ inside and he is at a shelf wearing his home depot apron
wake up

NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
This dream is somewhat influenced by the books The Hunger Games and A Wrinkle in Time.

As the last few of us band together, there are only three thoughts in our mind. Survive. Kill. Run. Everyone is losing the last bit of their wit as these three thoughts are being juggled in our minds. We must survive. Those not part of our group must be killed. Those rebelling within our group must be killed. Those who go insane must be killed. Most importantly, those who are poisoned by The Beaten must be killed. Fast. The Beaten is an airborne poison that targets the weak, curious, and unstable. As soon as it gets into an animal's or a person's bloodstream, it doesn't take much more to spread the poison into those who are strong-willed, solid, and smart. A small bite or scratch turns your eyes blood-red in a second, your mind distorts, leaving most of it in a disturbed mess of insanity. And the poisoned have their skin the strength of leather, bones like steel, adrenaline pumping. We must run.

I bump into Gloria by accident. She says, her words edged with steel, "What's the matter with you?!" Taken aback by her anger, something she rarely shows, I reply, "Sorry. Try not to lose your temper, The Beaten feeds off of extreme emotion you know." The anger drains from her face. We continue to walk up the stairs, entering the house. Nearly everyone searches around for supplies of something, with no luck, except for some old furniture and the drywall may be used for kindle at the night. I walk back out, the bright sun stinging my eyes, for the house was very dark. Broxtan follows me out, weary and obviously saddened. "I immediately take a few steps back, because if The Beaten catches him, I won't have enough time to run. "What's up?" I ask. "Nothing. It's just that I'm so pissed we're stuck here. Why did we have to be put here?!"

He sinks his head into his hands. He shudders a bit, possibly because of tears flowing to eyes, but then he looks up. I stare at him, as red floods the whites of his eyes, his mouth twitching into a smirk. Without thinking, I smash my fist into his nose as I duck and run into the yard in front of me. I stop, because I notice I have a few friends running from the side yard to help me. I command the two of them to surround him, but Broxton swipes at one's chest, cutting his shirt, causing him to twirl to the floor. My other friend, Jung, kneels down to help him up, but The Beaten causes the injured boy to convulse, making Jung drop him and run backwards a bit. The deep red that fills Broxtan's eyes fade out a bit, and he whispers, "Push me. Push me down." Confused, I respond with a "Wha-" He repeats, "Push me down. The Beaten will leave after a full body impact." The crimson floods into his eyes again. I swiftly rush him, dodge his punch, and I use the momentum of the dodge to slam both my hands into his shoulders, sending him flying to the ground. "Thank you," he mutters just before his back hits the dirt with a thud.

The Beaten quickly overtakes the injured boy on the ground, and I scream for Jung to tackle him. He scrambles from behind a tree and smashes his shoulders into the enemy's chest. As the remainder of my group file out of the abandoned house, I hear an announcement. "In the mansion in the mountains, a little memoir of those tributes whose lives you've taken have been placed there. I suggest you check it out, unless your afraid, of I don't know, a trap." Worry flashes through our eyes, much like the redness takes those by the beaten. The dream skips, and I'm walking up a hill toward the covered balcony of the aforementioned mansion. I notice a small jewelry box-type thing with pictures tied to one of it's corners. I flip through some of the pictures, seeing the faces of those who were killed. I quickly leave as the pictures sober me into my hidden sadness, as the trap could be those same pictures, maybe even what lied in the jewelry box contained the poison of The Beaten. I walk downstairs and toward the grassy trails to the bottom of the mountain. I hear footsteps behind me, and a long pause. Possibly to look at the photos. I hear footsteps once more, speedier. They soon break into a run, and I find myself running too. But their running is faster. I trip down the trail, and I get caught from behind. With a knife.

I respawn shortly before my death, outside the mansion. After I check the photos again, I quickly walk out of the mansion, noticing Jenny pass by me in as I leave. I ignore her, because she isn't a threat and her emotions aren't as provoke-able as most. I thought wrong. Running again, I try to evade her, but end up dying more brutally, by the hands of a rock to the skull. I focus my respawn back in time, to the point right before I entered the mansion. Instead of immediately checking the box, I waited for Jenny to come by, and warned her not to check the box. She ignored me, and checked it anyways. The Beaten got to her again, but this time I was braced. She leaped in front of me, and I countered with a shove and run. I sprinted down the hill as fast as I could, getting underneath the high ledge where the mansion is. I looked back, and she was catching up to me. Two of my friends ran by, and they were already trying to shove her down. But she juked both of them, thankfully the distraction gave me the advantage of running back up the hill. She jumped toward my back, hoping to knock me down, but I turned again, nearly out of breath as I ran right back down the hill. I heard her slow her pace, and so did I. Soon the only footsteps that I heard were mine. This is good news! I thought. Once more, I was wrong. She was looking down on me from the cliff again, unseen by me. Until I looked up, and by then my face was already crushed by the heel of her boot.

I'm trying to improve my writing BTW. Any good? I think I stretched out the dream a bit, it's much shorter than it seems.

I took a one week break from working on projects, and it did a lot of good to my dream recall.
Unfortunately I'm back to working now, which means no more WBTB/WILDs.
My dream recall has already suffered notably from this.
It's quite unfortunate, I felt like I was finally getting the hang of WILDing.


The 4th Dimension

I'm at uni, walking through the corridors towards my classroom.
For some reason I end up in what seems to be some sort of physics laboratory.
I question whether this is where I belong.
I remember that I am actually majoring in CS and not physics, and that this is definitely not a room I've been in before.
But as the teacher enters the room I decide to ignore this for some reason, and just go with it.

I don't know what the course is about, but I recognize elements from quantum physics.
Then the teacher talks about the fourth dimension (spacial dimension, not time).
I know a few things about that, so I'm not too surprised when she shows us a hologram of a tesseract.
But then she says she will materialize it. How on earth is she gonna do that?

The teacher approaches me and hands me.... well... a tesseract... with transparent walls.
I assume that it is some sort of model with joints that allows it to be moved similar to a rotation in the 4th dimension.
But then I remember that this cannot work, it is physically impossible.
As I touch the object, I realize that it is indeed solid. There are no joints, and all surfaces on it are perfectly solid.
But I can rotate it the same way I would be able to rotate a 4 dimensional object... at least in theory:



This fucks with my mind quite a bit.
But then I understand that I am indeed dreaming, and don't understand why I didn't notice this any sooner.
For some reason I still feel the need to figure out how this works though.
How can I even interact with this? The dimensions do not match.
But then I realize that I am somehow trapped in 4 dimensional space.
Every object in the class room is 4 dimensional.
My chair can no longer hold my body and I somehow fall through it.
As I look up and see everything appear normal yet consisting of impossible shapes, my head starts to hurt and I wake up.



Slight disorientation

I'm home, hanging upside down from the lusters.
A friend of mine enters the house.

"What the fuck are you doing up there?"

I look down... why the fuck am I hanging from the lusters?
Or maybe I am not really hanging from the ceiling?

"You mean down here. Why are you standing upside down over there?"
"What? I am standing on the floor!"
"Yes, and I'm hanging from the ceiling. What's your point?"
"Dude..."
"The ceiling is down, and the floor is up!"
"No, it isn't."
"Yes it is!"
"Why?"
"Because I say so."

Gravity inverts and he falls down onto the ceiling.

"What the fuck?"
"Told you so."
"I guess you were right."

Trance

I am sitting with a girl my age in front of a campfire.
We have setup a tent over here, and it seems we are in the middle of the desert.
But I can't tell for sure, it's pretty dark already.

I realize the girl isn't human.
Her hair is mixed with leaves... they are growing out of her head, just like normal hair.
When I look into her eyes I can also clearly feel that she is not human.
However she does look human, except for her hair.
But I don't mind, I feel like this is the way it is supposed to be.
I remember we both came here in order to get into some sort of trance with the goal to be enlightened.

Wait a second... what the....?
Oh! I'm dreaming!
She looks at me, as if she just realized something.
But she doesn't say anything, and hands me what appears to be a native american peace pipe.
She smiles:

"You need to smoke it."

For some reason I feel like something special will happen if I smoke it.
After all the goal was to get into trance right?
I take a deep breath of smoke, and I instantly feel it in my head.
I get extremely lightheaded, and have trouble not falling over, even though I'm sitting.

"Good!"

She smokes the pipe herself.
Holy shit, what is going on, I feel like I'm falling through the chair, into the sand below it.
I loose control over my body, and start to hallucinate quite vividly.
At first it's similar to HI during SP, but then it gets much stronger.
I see bright and vivid colors everywhere, intermixing with the landscape.
I see plants growing out of the sand at an insanely fast rate.
They start to blossom and fill the air with glowing pollen.
The girl starts growing feathers over her body and flies away.