Xanous' Dream Journal

After the crazy WILD "The Longest SP", it takes a while to get back to sleep. But I manage. I wake from some NLD. I don't worry about recall too much and focus on DEILD. I focus on my neck and force the vibrations to start but they fade almost instantly. I should have nose plugged! I assumed I woke up. I don't remember anything until...

6:59AM - #152 - Whispers In The Dark - DILD/DEILD?

The beginning is crazy and mixed up. Basically I have several FAs and finally start doing nose plug RCs

I do a nose plug RC and try to get out of bed. I find I am on the other side of it. I try to roll out and fall clumsily to the floor. I land hard with a loud thud. I am not totally sure if I am awake or asleep but I decide to just lay still and DEILD back. Duh I never woke.

I have a FA. I am on my belly and I pick up my head. I am back in bed so I am not sure what's going on yet. I wait. Then someone touches my back. It feels like 5 finger tips digging in hard. I am not sure if I'm dreaming but I say, "Don't touch me." I still feel vibrations so I don't want to move. I just assume that I am able to talk in SP. (dream logic ) I hear a strange whispering voice in reply. I don't understand it but I just reply, "I am trying to have a lucid dream. Leave me alone, please." More strange whisperings. At some point it sounds a little like my mother but only briefly. OK something is up.

I nose plug and blow through. Huh? I can't believe it for some reason. I nose plug two or tree more times to be sure. I stand up and turn around. The room is dark but I see some strange mass on the bed. I get in the fighting mood now. I growl the words, "OK YOU BITCH! FIGHT ME!" The shape becomes more defined and I clearly see that it is Shelob!



Shelob lurches forward as do I. We clash and I come in swinging. I punch, kick, bite, gouge, and scratch. We both roll over the bed and end up on the other side. The giant spider begins to deflate and shrink in size. I lift if up and it feels about the size of a large house cat. I rip it in half and it tears like a stuffed animal. I decide that is enough. I drop it and run out of the bedroom. I slam the door behind me. I realize that I am panting and laughing like a child who has been rough housing too much. Without much thought I run outside. I laugh when the door doesn't open and I have to unlock the deadbolt.

Outside there is more light but not much. Everything is lit with moon light. The neighborhood looks normal. I check my body and feel and see that I am properly dressed for cool weather. I feel my steel toe boots are on and I feel really warm.

I look at my hands and clearly see they look normal. I find that looking at them helps me to feel stable in this poor lighting. I notice cars passing and headlight briefly lighting the scene up. But I only get to enjoy it for a second or two and it gets dark again. Actually, it gets darker than before and I have to really look hard to get the moon light back. I see some guy come out of his house. The light from inside his house has the same effect as the head lights. Ignore him and continue walking with my hands out. I think I must look like some sort of cartoonish sleepwalker. I laugh a little.

I look up and see a few stars and a slim crescent moon. I see something brighter and lower behind some trees. I crane my neck and move over a little and see that it is a second and full moon. Satisfied, I continue down the street. I really have no plan this time except for keep moving and hope the dream gets brighter. I feel pretty stable but feel like a balancing act at this point. I'm almost to the end of the block when I hear a loud cry.


I realize it is my son in waking life and I am now wide awake.