Nonsense and Conundrums

[This is a series of dreams that occured over three nights, from June 13 to June 15 in 2017.]

[June 13]

I am at a festival sort of place, where there are dirt paths and stalls selling things. There are many events going on. One "show" has recently been cancelled, something about the building being unsafe.

There is something amiss at this festival; children are going missing. I am trying to gather all the children without families (which is most of them) and take them to a cave, a designated "safe place". The cave seems to have a magical barrier to keep negativity out. At one point I find a little blonde girl and try to coax her into coming with me, but she disappears when I turn around and look back.

[June 14]

Continuing from last night, I am at the same festival, but my girlfriend is kind-of there (it's weird, she was blurry, like she was phased in from somewhere else] and a frantic young man is following me. He is shorter than me - natural, as I am my alternate self which is rather tall - and has curly brown hair and black-rimmed glasses. He is trying to tell me something, something about a bad thing going to happen. I listen to him casually while walking until a loud rumbling begins. The grond shakes, and people start running and screaming. The guy tries to say something along the lines of "I told you!" but I shoo him off and forge my own way. I am surprisingly calm for someone who thinks this is all real, slowly moving through the crowd and keeping an eye on the sky; the sky is beautiful, a prismatic shatter of color that slowly turns black.

I make my way out of the festival and to a nearby farm house. There are many people inside that aren't too happy about me intruding in on their space, but I ignore it. An old man, presumably the keeper of the house, tries to trap me in an upstairs room. I easily resist his attempts and look for something I'm apparently looking for. I eventually find it: a trap door that leads to a huge underground factory. It is big enough for me to transform into my royal form, wings spread and all. I try to fly but find it difficult, and the dream fades.

[June 15]

I make it out of the factory and am somehow back at a different sort of festival, an indoor one. I end up at something that is drawing a crowd, some famous performer doing something I cannot remember. I watch until two officers come up to me with handcuffs and tell me to come with them. I get the feeling I should listen, so I comply without protest.

On the way to their vehicle, cuffed and all, I feel a man press a key into my palm and whisper to hold onto it. I stuff it on the side of my panties, where they hopefully won't search. We drive to the holding station, where I sit on a bench and the officers explain the "situation" to someone else. Somehow, my cuffs loosen, and I sneak away.

I go through a few doors and am suddenly in an underground mountainous area, airy and full of light yet so artificial. As I walk through here, a voice begins speaking to me: the man from earlier. He tell me where to go and I eventually am led to a door with a key slot. I still have the key he gave me, and it fits perfectly. Thing is, it only opens to more scenery. The voice tells me to be patient. I trust him and keep going; a little hiking and a weird cougar later, I stop at the mouth of a waterfall. The voice tells me to go through the waterfall. A strange blue creature comes forth from the falls, beckoning me in. I obey, going through.

Things are strange on the other side. So much so, that my first reaction is to turn back around...but then walk back in. The place has many vivid colors and strange creatures, plants, and such glowing, odd scenery in general (think Wonderland, really). A pink creature greets me, and then I wake up.

I am in the car with my family. We are talking about death and the afterlife. At some point, I mention not being afraid of death. This leads into someone handing me a bomb, the rest of my family disappearing, and the bomb going off.

The pain is momentarily unbearable, a searing white-hot burn coursing through every bit of my body. Even worse is the immense, crushing pressure. Once the burn ebbs away, the pressure increases, and a loud silence pulses. It feels like I'm breaking apart.

Suddenly I am somewhere else, and someone is asking for my information at a desk. I ignore her and look arond. It looks like an old house converted into a wellness center. There are a lot of confused poeple of all ages shuffling around. Someone yells out, "Come this way if you want answers," so I decide to follow the voice and check it out. I go where the man directs. The room I walk into next looks like an old classroom with wooden desks; there are already many people seated, waiting expectantly.

As I sit, I realize something isn't right and try to push my fingers through my palm. It doesn't work the first time, but my fingers push through the second time. I quickly pull them out and stare in wonder. The mistake I make here is instead of realizing I'm dreaming, I believe I am dead.

The instructor is going on about something irrelevant until I interrupt him and say, "I'm dead, right?" He stares at me and slowly says "yes" in a quiet voice. Instead of being upset, I become curious and start asking questions regarding afterlife and the astral planes. People look at me, confused, and whispering amongst each other. I'm eventually ushered out of the room (I did do a demonstration of how I pushed my fingers through my palm, maybe that's what did me in) and the instructor tells me to keep quiet. I ignore him and move on to explore.

I find the basement of the house, and thus find something strange. There are hundereds of "cores", strange bowl-like crystalline structures that change colors constantly. They appear in sets of five, the middle corse containing a black orb. I know these are the people's life cores, and my own.

Sometime later on, a creature smashes through the wall. It's huge and looks reptilian, and causes immense chaos. It smashes many of the cores, including some of mine, and I hunch over in pain. I run back up the stairs, yelling and warning people about the creature. Seems like the excitement wakes me up.

I am outside. There is a party going on, and I am in a wood, at a picnic table, with about 5 other people. This wood is sparse; just enough to provide a bit of cover, but I can see across the path, to a body of water, and a dock with little boats. There is a house, an old style farm house in the distance. The rest of the party is held there. I don't remember my outfit, but I am wearing something dark.

Anyway, I am just hanging around, because for some reason I cannot leave this location even after trying to (I am semi-lucid). There is an asian woman, a man with long hair, and a guy with a scruffy goatee and a flannel shirt. Everything is fine until they decide to kill me. The woman morphs into a snake, another into a wolf, and they strike at me. I dodge them and finally say something that makes the morph back. The woman laughs as gold sparkles shower her form, as if it is all a game to her.

After this, I make a point to go into the house, and hang out in the kitchen. It has hard floors and paneling, with a ktichen island with people sitting around it. Across from the kitchen is the living room and a set of stairs, but I don't go up them or into the living room. I lean against a wall, chatting with someone, when some girl suddenly tumbles in from upstairs and falls to the ground, sobbing. She has long brown hair covering her face and looks vaguely familiar so I try to get a closer look. That's when I wake up.

//Turns out this person was definitely someone I know. I won't go into details, but said person described the place in complete details, we were just in different parts of the dreamscape.

Not a dream necessarily, but this is about a recurring dream character named Denarius.

This dc officially appeared back in the summer of 2016, but it's possible that I may have met him much earlier. He's a young man who seems to be in his early twenties, has an olive-ish complexion and brown hair, but I can never remember much about his appearance. He's a lively person, loves cracking jokes and teasing me. He may be the absolute most aware dc I have ever had contact with, to the point it seems he is a sentient being that just likes to hang around more so than a part of myself.

Another strange thing is how for the life of me I continuously forget about him. Even if I write it down, it slips my mind, and I only remember when I read it again.

- He first appears in a dream I had in which I am stuck in a factory and cannot get out. He shuts off a machine that I am stuck on, and helps me escape the warehouse. I think nothing of it.

-He then appears again on July 5, 2016 in the beginning of an apocalyptic-style dream taking place at my work. The only thing I remember is him saying "You get yourself in a lt of trouble, don't you?" as if he remembered me, when I barely remembered him.

- Begin to identify him around 7-15-16. I am in yet another factory, but am lucid this time, and keep in mind this man has not crossed my mind once. I find him appearing almost half-asleep, dazed and confused. I "wake him up" and he freaks out for a moment, but I somehow manage to bring him into lucidity and we explore the plane together. This is the first time we actually hang out together. He tells me his name, but all I can remember upon waking is the first letter, D.

- I don't remember every time we meet, but he mostly talks my ear off, which is amusing.

- I won't get into details, but a whole issue I needed sorted out required a lot of people I knew from dreams (sounds bizzare, but maybe I will explain one day). I begin to actively search for D in hopes of bringing him in for my cause.

-When I do find him in December of 2016, he looks radically different, wearing refined clothing and boarding a ship. Granted, I looked different too, taking on a different form. We didn't even recognize each other at first. I then explain my purpose for meeting him but he starts acting strange, saying he wants nothing to do with my issues and leaves on his ship. I don't see him for six months in real time.

- Now, D appears in my lucid dream about the hotel (which I have posted here) like nothing has happened. In this dream I suddenly remember his name: Denarius. Ironically enough, his name is after a Roman coin I have never heard of, meaning "ten asses".

-He appears rather often after this, but I do not remember every specific time.

-The last solid appearance I remember as of now is August 2017, nearly a year ago, though I KNOW I have seen him since then. We were in a safe place so it seemed, and we caught up with each other. Telling him my full story seemed to make him slightly sad, but he listened. Our conversation was ended abruptly by a dark force piercing through our safety bubble.

I know for a fact I have seen him multiple times since this date, but I stopped keeping up with my dream journal regularly so I have no documentation. I vividly remember telling people about recent dreams with him in them, so I'll ask them if they remember. Something about Denarius makes him slip my mind so easily.

Update: Gonna keep this as a documentation of all our visits from now on.

-First off, there was another part to that library dream in the beginning. I'd actually had a dream before that in which he appeared out of nowhere to catch my little sister who was about to fall down the stairs. He noticed my discomfort for someone strange holding her, so he began to tease and pretend to drop her. Very funny.

Now things should stay recent, unless I remember more.

[From November 21, 2016]
I am trapped in a cage most of this dream. There is a huge wall of cages that contain a lot of people I know, but I only speak with my captor and the boy in the cage next to me...Denarius. He's shown up in many of my previous dreams, and it seems now that he is in his cage on purpose, following me in my dreams. I've also seen him in labs and factories, strange how he seems to show up in places of experimentation.

I don't know what I've done, but I have no way out. I am trapped in here for a long time, only given food each day. Eventually, Denarius casually remarks about this being a dream and phases right out of the cage. His familiar face combined with the action snaps me into lucidity for the moment.

With this knowledge, I manipulate the bars to let me out, and I believe we escape together, but I lose lucidity at this point and wake up.

[From November 17, 2016]

I don't remember the beginning, but here we go.

I am staying at someone's house. Apparently, I have done something wrong, so I am placed in this room with "evil" spirits who are meant to drive me insane.

Yes, there are spirits in this room. One is particularly active. I can only see him when he comes close to me, and he disappears when he moves too far away. He looks terrifying: a black humanoid mass with a crooked head, bloodshot eyes and a wide-open mouth. I am at first afraid, but soon notice the way he shies away when I come near. He does not intend to hurt me. He seems curious, but afraid.

I greet him and begin talking to him, using humor and turning the lights off to make the environment more comfortable. Slowly his form changes into something more human and then into a man, now emitting a bright blue glow. I am cracking jokes and making him laugh; as he smiles, his aura glows brighter. He is wearing something rather silly - booty shorts and a tropical shirt. He cannot physically speak, but communicates through vibrations, which works better than words in this situation.

We talk about art; apparently he is an artist, so I conjure some of my artwork. He also enjoys talking about holidays and Halloween. He has some rather fond memories of his family. I ask him why he is wearing such a ridiculous outfit, and he says he thinks it is rather funny.

As we communicate, other spirits gather around. One is another man and the other is a woman who adorns a tangle of red hair. They all look weathered, but lighten up as they listen in and communicate with me and the others. The dream ends shortly after this. It was a rather pleasant dream.