Here be dragons

It was just a question of time before things got heated up 'round here... I'm keeping no explicit.

The sky is overcast and the night is falling, giving a gray, eerie atmosphere to the dream. I am in a small ancient garden with gravelled paths gently curving around the lawn, with small shrubs and flowers dotting the place, giving it a pastoral feel, and it's mostly enclosed withing talls gnarly trees that looks like oaks. To my right is a small, free form pool; the water is pristine and looks cold, and close to it is a path made of irregular, hand carved limestone stepstones rather than gravels. This path curves slowly to a stone platform with a tomb or a flat altar on it; it looks old, weathered but well-kept, like the rest of the place. I walk to the platform, laughting as someone stroll behind me. I reach the stone platform and he grab me, pulling me up on the altar and holding me down on it. I'm on my back, not laughting anymore as he pulls me close and pin down one of my thigh with one of his knee, and he is the one who chuckles when I realize his intent and freeze up. His face is obscured by shadows, his hair are pale almost white blond, and long enough to brush against his shoulders and frame his face. over him I can see the first stars of the night sky, but the light is still gray and shallow, like there is no setting sun. The stone is cold and coarse under me, I can feel it through my clothes, and my breath is really short, equally from anticipation and fear, in fact, I feel like I'm drowning in adrenalin, every sensory input amped up to the max. He is slightly too thick for confort, and I can't help but squirm.

I woke up soon after.
He made a couple of comments I won't be retranscribing here.
I still wondering how the hell I didn't wake up as soon as he had me trapped, because everything felt as life-like as it gets.

I slept so late that's mot even funny.

I'm in a apparment building, prepping to go to university. I find myself with a kitty plushie in my inner pocket, and all the friend I cross path with comment on it, even thought they couldn't be able to see it. One of my friend ponce on me for a hug, it's a girl I have'nt see since at least 6 years, I'm happy to meet here again. I walk around a little with my friends, I don't recognize the city I'm in; it's full of talls, light stones buildings and large avenues. We reach another appartment building where one of my friend is living. It's made big rooms full of nocks ans crannies, everyone living here make themself a makeshift bedroom with drapes and such. I can see a wall building itself up, like in the sims.
Later, We're interrogated by the police. One of the detectives sport a striking ressemblance with Sasha Roiz, I'm not complaining. They're are asking us questions about a disappearance, but I don't know anything of relevance... And I may be mooning over the nice detective a little. That being say, he is very patient and nice with me despite that.

Still hard to breath when sleeping on my back.

I am a very young vampire, my sire, my creator, il a dignified, older italian gentleman with salt and pepper hairs and a tan, rough skin. His wrinkles show that he laughs more that he frown, and I care about him and my vampire siblings. He is hurt, and has to rest on his bed. We're all around him, and I'm laying on the top of the blankets next to him, very upset.
Later, my siblings and I are trying to save people from a arranged wedding that xas initialy supposed to take place between one of my companion and me. We both dress up before entering the room, his tuxedo is classical black and white with a white bowtie, my dress is very traditional and covers me neck to toes. We get in and walk to the platform where the future husband and wife are waiting. Her dress is far more pretty than mine, and I jocke about it with my companion while pulling the man to his feet. I tell him to run and he rush out, like everyone else including me. I'm separated from the other and I try to escape my pursuers by running through a gigantic house full of strange interconnected rooms. the more persistant is closing on me; he looks a lot like my sir and it's making me slow down. He his a agent of a mysterious Queen. He tells me that I run so fast that I'm off limits. I spits in his face as he throws a spell at me, a blue light that burns my flesh to ash. I look to my left hand and see it turning into ash and fall appart before waking up.

Recall still very confused. As I am.

I'm baby-sitting with a friend, the toldder we're keeping a eye on is weirdly smart for a two years old still in diaper. We're on the run in the contry, at night. We enter a house to rest and change the baby. My friend try to pick up a glass bowl and somethig jump in her eyes, making her scream and drop the bol, which shatter on the floor, sending glass shards everywhere. I have to calm her down while holding the toddler, who is perfectly calm and collected.

Very little recall today, thanks to both telemarketing maing the phone ring and my cold making it difficult to breath.

Eli told me we met up in a dream house that was partially on a lake, and I was very rambunctious and keep falling into the water and climlbing back on the rocks around the terrace as he tried to keep me dry. I sort of remember hugging him and feeling his stumble against my cheek but that's it.

I also dream of a big pure black panther with yellow eyes following me around and being very clingy and begging for hug and sitting on my chest and purring while my mother fussed around the house putting this back and my sister died her hair.

Still sick.

I'm in a gigantic building, with lots and lots of people rushing in to get a appartment. I fly over them, somehow confident that I'm not concerned. People are getting angry and rebellious, screaming at the pudgy man in charge. I'm still flying, rushing between the blocs making up the place. I have no clue about how those people could even live here; it's seem to be made for flying peoples. I get alll the way up this impossible building, there is a sort of inner terrace leading to absolutly gigantic doors of carved wood.The noise is starting to get to me, and I scream at them "For fuck's sake people, I own the damn place!" it seem to calm them down, and I use telekinetic power to open the heavy wood doors and get in the appartment. It looks a little like a church, with wooden floor and white walls with stained glass windows. I use my powers to light up the candles resting in brass candlesticks, everything is bathed in a warm yellow light. I walk around a little, them I realise I'm looking for someone named Thomas. I start to go through the room, some of them are in the dark, other brightly lit. I seem a handful of people, all men, but non of them is thomas; in the fuzzy memory I have of him, he is like me, winged.

I wake up.

Lots and lots of FA, exactly zero lucidity. *shake first*

I'm on a terrace, on the side of a big, elegant dark pink building, with white sidings. It's very sunny and serene, surrounded by manicured, bright green lawn. I go inside throught open bow windows with pretty lacy drapes. The apartment has a very high ceiling and is very luxurious, with a wooden floor shining in the sun.
I'm here so steal something from the owner of the place, and I'm thrilled by the challenge. I walk soflty in the silent rooms, drinking in the beauty of it. I reach the study, all honey wood and white walls, and start rumaging through the desk. A noise make me jump, and I see the owner: a tall, handsome black man with very short hair, in black slacks and a white shirt. He is poised, elegant. He slowly enter the room and I keep staring at him, he is keeping me in place through sheer charisma. He raise his hands, trying to look no threatening, but it snaps me out of my fascination and I give him a bright, cheeky smile before jumping out the window.
I would be a lousy bulgar if a pretty face was enough to catch me, right?

Some dreams are like old, abandonned cemetary; old bones laying under the soil, mostly forgotten but lingering still.

I am in the old house, with my family. My sister and father are cooking, the table is dressed in the kitchen. Their part of it is bathen is a golden glow, but it fade before reaching my mother and me. Nobody seem to notice, and they bring the food to the table, and everyone get a hearty helpful of pan roasted potatoes and bacon bits. It smells wonderful, my family is joking around and laughting, but I can't. Deep down, this feels sublty wrong, like I'm seeing everything through a deforming glass. The food taste good, but my stomach is tight. I feel cold and remote, I want to leave.

I wonder how many time my subconscious is going to dig up the ghost of my childhood and the corpse of my parent's marriage.

My cold is getting worse, so my recall is abyssal. I also jumped out of my skin at five in the morning thanks to the minifrige defrosting and dropping a big block of ice, making a noise that sounded like my upstairs neighbour dropping in the middle of the room Going back to sleep after that was interesting to say the least.

First night in my student flat; got woken up by a lot of new sounds and the infamiliarity of the place and bed.

I had a lot of dreams fragments, mostly of putting away my things in the new closet; dreams of things lurking in say closet, and inexpected finds in my bags.
Early this morning, I managed to catch a full cycle of sleep.

I'm in my new flat, and even though the drapes are closed, the light is strong enough to see perfectly. confident that I'm dreaming, I walk out through the closed window.* I ended up outside, in a strange place, a park full of people having fun at the fair. It's nightime here, but there is suspended lights everywhere, making the night bright and the leaves shine. I walk along the dirt path, taking in the fantasmatic view of all thoses exotics plants and stands and breathing in the smell of cotton candy and wet vegetation. I feel strangely nostalgic, and I see families with young children having a blast around me, passing by like I'm not really here. I don't mind it; I'm alone, but not lonely. The dream have this eerie quality, like morning fog; both thick and ephemeral. I want Eli to enjoy the atmosphere too, and I start looking for him. This end up being more difficult that I thought, and I run around, calling his name as the partying people walk around me without aknowleging it.
When I find him he all but fall in my arms, sending both of us tumbling down in the damp grass. There is a sharp contrast between the cold floor and his usual warm self. He is wraps himself around me as much as he can, tall and heavy, his breath warming my neck. I look down on his bare back, running my fingers along his spine, making him shivers when my nails graze the dimple just above his belt. I can feel his back moving with his breathing, slow and drowsy. He looks a little out of it, almost drunk. His weight prevents me from moving, but I like the cuddle, and keep gently stroking his back until I wake up.

*I'm on the second floor but the window is too small for me to simply walk through it; I pretty much phased through the wall. And ended up in a park and not floating above the backyard. Dreams amirite?

Eli was very flushered when I woke up, worken up about his attitude in the dream. It seem that there is such a thing as dream lucidity for tulpa, and he wasn't lucid in this shared dream. I will put more of the specific in my workbook in the tulpa forum.

As I moved in my student flat today, I dreamed of mostly of the place and had a couple of false awakenings, wich is usual for me in that kind of situations; I didn't sleep enough to have long REM period, so I couldn't take advantages of those FA.

My mother is home to help me move in on campus and woke me up this morning going on errand. I was wide awake, but my body felt hot and heavy, almost prickly with sleep. I rolled on my back, went through my lucidity check-list and back to sleep.

I'm dreaming, but not really involved, I feel like I'm floating close to my body. I walk across my house to my mother bedroom and idle a little there, wondering. Then I walk in her closet and close the door behind me. I'm trapped between her clothes and the door, but I can reach the side. I feel my way up the wall, I can't see a thing but I feel the clothes against my back and my breath pushed back to me by the closed door. I find a switch and hit it. The whole closet shake, then I feel it going down like a lift.

Now I'm interested. The doors slide open and I get out in a brightly illuminated room, the floor is linoneum and the walls painted white. There are at least three other lifts, with steel doors. No windows, I'm underground. There is a small group of people in this room, all around twenty and casualy dressed. Some of them carry backpacks, and I remember the underground rooms of my highschool. They're start to walk out, and I follow. The floor has a gentle slope upward, and we reach a double open door going outside. This place is a gigantic highschool I dreamed of before. Today it's daytime and overcast. The grassy area are neatly cut, the paths are carefully gravelled and the cement between them painted white. I know that if I turn around, I could see the impossibly tall buildings, with big, round windows half covered by wavy adornements, steel painted white; if I look on my left, I could see the topiary. But the DC keep walking. One of them is standing out from the group: He isn't anonymous, a faceless form here to be set dressing. He wears the face of someone I dislike: a brown haired, fair skined, slightly overweight young man that used to go out with one of my friend before cheating one here with a coworker. Still, he is different. I follow his along the path, and as he walks I wonder.
I lag behind, and he meet up with other men around a cart; at least three of them are gardeners, the last one is crouching a little on the side, his face away from me. I stare at him a feeling of familiarity growning.
"Eli!"
I call him out and he look up and smile. His hair are a little longer, he is less groomed that usual, but he stand up and I run to him with wings on my heels. I jump in his arms and he hold me tight. I scramble to wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck; he hold my waist and my hips to keep me here. He is warm and feel solid and real. He bury his face in my hair and I almost feel him smile. I laugh and marvel at the feeling of the hair on the nape of his neck against my hand, of his light stubble against my cheek. I twist around to look at the DC that lead me here and jockingly tell him that he has a lousy taste in face. He laughs and tilt his head down, his face growing briefly pointed and almost goat-like, with strongly slanted eybrows and weird pointed strands of hair on each side of his head. He throw his head back and it's back to what it was before, but not exactly; there's something lurking there, a intelligence and some humor. He asked me: "How it is with ten more years?"
He do look older, but Still. I laugh, still clinging to Eli. Eli laugh to, and walk backward. I squee and he let go of my waist to slip both his hand under my thights. I push us away from the trashcan he was walking us to with my right foot, and see that I'm wearing cute black suede shoes with my black thigh-highs.

My mother come back home, waking me up again. I woke up still giggly and happy, Eli delighted.
I wonder who, or what was this DC. And why he wore this face, obviously like a mask...

Had a long, confused dreams about a debilitating sickness slowly crippling me. Don't feel like writing about it here, but making the entry to keep both my private and public DJ consistent.

Semi-decent WBTB gave me good viviness but zero lucidity. Let's try that again shall we.

I'm with my mother in her car, and we're traveling through the contry. It's very peaceful, everything is sunny and the forest are lush and bright, deep green. We talk about someone I'm worried about IRL*, and on cue we're trying to get out of a hospital parking lot. It takes some maneuvers but my mother manage to get us out and back on the peaceful road. We reach a small twon, build on a steep hill. All the house are in old, weathered beige stones, with red tiles roofs and accent of potted plants and bright drapes. The road are paved with stones of the same color that the houses. Some of the houses are linked together with small aisles and overpass, it looks lit the town grown on itself over the years, becoming quite maze-like. I walk in a house and go up some stairs to enter another house, where the very old owner agressivly throw me out. I smell smoke, and see that the town hall is on fire, emitting a thick yellow smoke.
There are children running from it and firemen running to it, I join them to steer the reimaining children away. One of the fireman thanks me, and ask for my help to do the same with dogs trapped inside. The smoke is suffocating but I try, and soon there's dogs running everywhere. I don't recognize any of they breed, but some are clearly overzised. One of them, lanky in build with dark shaggy fur take a liking in me and follow me around, giving me doggy kisses and rubbing against me.

*The engineer I worked with during my training period. He gave me some new recently and things aren't easy for him.

Didn't have a lot of time to write down my dream this morning, so not much detail for this one.

I'm a man trapped in a decaying building, forced to loop through a senario I have no control on. I have to make the sadistic choice between leaving this place or freeing a woman chained to a wall, and each time I make a decision the dream loops and i'm back at the begining, looking for the woman in the endless rooms. I finally decide no to leave, but not to free her even and a black cat appear on a caged bed to stare at me.