Journeys through Spacetime

After journeying through strange and bizarre imagery of tablet chargers and seeing through my closed eyes, I arrived quite suddenly in a small habitat-like area, tastefully constructed with wooden materials to evoke a sense of warmth. I briefly reality checked to confirm my state.Through the window, one could see endless deserts with a reminiscent red-tint. Moreover, two asteroid-like moons hovered in the expansive sky. As I stood in the corridor, an African-background woman approached me, and confirmed my thoughts; I was on Mars. As I prepared to open the door, she immediately stopped me, as neither of us, let alone the rest of the habitat, would survive the results. Reluctantly, I decided against it. Instead, I noticed a rotatable cylinder, and consequently developed its purpose; it would allow me to travel forward in time. I cranked it clockwise as far as possible, for my surroundings to alter completely. Mars enveloped in a black space-station-like structure, and with my dreaming companion, we flew around the ‘streets’ of Mars in utter amazement. Nonetheless, I saw a sign that attracted my attention, “Ancestry”, a shop that offered tracking ones ancestors. I realized that given I had travelled forward in time, perhaps I could see my descendants. The results are in my personal DJ.

Later, I was in a jewellery shop, trying on rings after gifting them with powers such as invisibility and transformation. Before long, I had about 5 rings on my hand, along with two bowls of rings, magical, and not yet.

Ruby

I was in the sitting room, observing a beautiful sunset, with exotic shades of orange, red, and peach swept across the wide expanse of the side. Due to the impossible beauty of the situation, I reality checked, and consequently, realized that I was dreaming. After waving and swirling the magnificent hues that were presented before me, I flew to the shower room, to find it shut, with someone evidently inside. I entered... Over this time interval, I summoned another dream character.

Later, returning to the sitting room, I summoned a few new, preferably intelligent, dream characters, in search of a plot. Soon, I had three people, two men of contrasting complexions, and a woman clothed in a red dress, with attractive features and dark hair, I recognized as my secondary Dream Guide, Selena. As her eyes met mine, the scene changed to a boat. She notified me that they were searching for gold, but refused to reveal its psychological importance. Before long, I noticed a grey haze across my sight, and I thought I could feel my sleeping body sitting up in a meditation position while I ‘watched’ so to speak. Terrified, I rubbed my hands together to amplify vividity, but to no avail. She laughed at my ignorance. Frustrated, I ‘opened’ my eyes to discover the grey haze gone, yet I was still on the boat! Unexpectedly, I could see a scarlet glimpse in the river. I stopped the boat, and calmly, I loosened the object from the stubborn sand, and brought it through the membrane of the surface of the water to reveal, a resplendent ruby. With our exciting discovery, we commenced the journey back. Obviously, it would be worthless to return immediately home, so instead, I travelled through-out the countryside. Before long, we had approached a town, and were consequently wandering around quaint cottages, with the gardens saturated with verdant and viridescent vegetation. However, we sighted a black cab, and hopped in, without giving an address. Instead, we were toured through picturesque scenery. Despite this, we eventually arrived at a magnificent hotel, but something was cruel and forced about the place. The man who was showing us around was jovial and corpulent, but when we approached a small lawn, he presented his staff. Around twenty Chinese-background women were standing in a line, with forced smiles. Nevertheless, one woman appeared to faint, and after her recovery was significantly berated and admonished to a preposterous extent. We hastily departed.


Later, I was informed about a woman named Lady Sommeil, an apparent relative of mine. My inquiries were directed to a magnificent and majestic castle. Upon my permission of entry, I found myself in a vast, dark, and cold room, a sensation only relieved by solemn arched windows, introducing harsh and unsoftened white light. Nonetheless, the highlight of the room, was a man in antediluvian fashion, seated in a Gothic chair. Gently and respectfully, I asked a few questions, for him to evoke a small family tree between his hands, and showing her descent. Thankful, I departed through the open window.

NOTES: At the moment, I'm just following along with the dream plot, but I'm starting to develop some goals.

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In the midst of the gloomy and frigid street, I could discern a small glowing sign, with unreadable labelling. Driven by destiny, I entered the building, to find myself in another cold and dark area. Nonetheless, from a barely visible blue carpeted staircase, I could hear some chatter and laughter, accompanied with the harsh and bleaching white light of masses of large and rectangular bulbs. Before long, I had ascended the staircase, to find myself in the conclusion of a modest recital, yet again with the blue carpet. There were multitudes of tables packed with individually shared food, such as chocolate bars and biscuits. Nonetheless, something was strange. Two men in black suits lurked in the corner closest to the staircase, whilst talking into block-like phones from the 1990s. They were watching me while they spoke, and as soon as they had concluded their conversation, they approached me silently, and gestured me through a red door. It was a reasonably spacious room, lacking in furnishing except for a whiteboard, and an elaborate mirror with silver embellishments located in a corner several yards away from me. Predictably, they pulled out identification of their allegiance, the FBI. As they approached me, I realized how ridiculous the situation was, and how text on the whiteboard was mysteriously morphing between each glance. I became lucid, and left with not many preferable alternatives, I dashed towards the mirror, the surface now commencing to shimmer and liquefy.

I dove through it with ease, and after momentary non-existence, I fell onto hard pavement. As I rose, I could see a verdant yet organized suburban street. I suddenly recalled that I wished to gain deeper insight into the state by talking to a dream character. As I turned around to scan my vicinity, I noticed a golden retriever at my heels, with a surprisingly intelligent expression. Consequently, I proceeded to ask it a question: “What is your favourite animal, an elephant perhaps?” I realized that my query was a foolish question, when it started to growl and attack my calves, almost certainly due to my insensitive suggestion. What was I thinking? Desperate, I inquired about its favourite colour. Consequently, it responded in a gruff and deep tone,“Orange”. Unexpectedly, the animal vanished.

Abandoned, I proceeded across the street to enter a grey building with an unknown purpose, but it seemed to be replete with dream figures. I entered through the glass door to find myself in a vestibule, but as I was entering the interior, a couple, who are the parents of WB, also entered. They smiled, and I said “Hi” in a friendly manner, to be merely shunned, as the mother patronizingly commented “Use ‘hello’ with us in the future, okay?” Offended yet embarrassed, I decided to wake up.

Unsurprisingly, the first search of the day was "Is hi rude?"

I seemed to be in some sort of theatrical performance, as I was striding across an expansive black stage. Through a gap in the curtain, I could discern T barking orders at some confused children. Suddenly feeling rather agitated, I left through a side door, to find myself in an airy and spacious atrium, augmented by a sweeping crystal staircase. Accordingly, I started to wonder if I was dreaming. I glanced at my hand, to reveal it appearing perfectly normal with five fingers, as usual. Nonetheless, something was not quite right…
Consequently, I located my diary, and glanced at a few words, turned away, and noticed immediately that the words had changed. Elated at this discovery, I soared to the landing, and summoned two dream characters to notify.

Unusually, they were not irate and vexed at my proclamation; instead, they were somewhat congratulatory of my achievement. I decided to test my lucid abilities through some simplistic summoning; I evoked an iPhone (unimaginative, I know), duplicated it, and vaporized them both. Euphoric, I abandoned my companions, and proceeded down the stairs once more, to find another mysterious door. Curious, I entered through it to find a large kitchen area. However, it was not empty; a severe looking woman with her flaxen hair pulled backwards, sipped a mellow green cup of green tea, and proceeded to stare at me. Attempting to strike some conversation, I told her that this was a dream. She retorted her disbelief, as anyone would in waking life. Exasperated by her behaviour, I telekinetically seized her complacent drink, and I proceeded to morph its shape into a small statue, easily comparable to the original possessor of the drink. Her eyes widened with immense astonishment, and she unexpectedly sprinted towards the window. Horrified by her failure to leave the glass intact, and fly away, I darted to an unexpectedly bizarre. She lay on the grass floor, nude, conjoined at her elbow to a handsome man. They merely giggled at my approach. Relieved, I repaired the window, and with utmost care, I separated the bodies. She then chortled, and suggested that us three join in perhaps a ‘different’ way…

Later, after the revelry had concluded, I stood at the front, gazing at the magnificent scenery that presented itself. I meandered through the gently tended garden in a sort of calming meditation. Before long, I had found an ideal lake, with the water serene and calm in the aesthetic sunlight. Nonetheless, I was somewhat exhausted of the calm surroundings, and wished for some movement in the scenery. Consequently, I summoned a few ducks to serenely swim across the mere. Refreshed, I controlled them to come towards me, and return to the house. Nonetheless, as soon as they had returned to me, I noticed an extremely bizarre creature. It was a giant black bird wearing a massive helmet, somewhat cylindrical in appearance. It made a strange, yet yearning call by tilting its head backwards. Fascinated by the dream’s imagination, I beckoned it towards me, as well. Before long, I had seven birds from the estate together seated in a large white room to examine closely. As I commenced my examination, the helmeted creature accordingly, commenced to fly away. Suddenly, several ‘camera-men’, halted its progress, and told me to leave until they had resolved their photography. Although I was slightly irritated at being ordered by dream figures, I left them to their devices for now.

I discovered two cooperative dream figures wandering the streets, so I took them both to a café to discuss some key aspects of dream control. I evoked some bread rolls baked to golden perfection, almost glowing with savour for the three of us, as well as a few powerfully scented cappuccinos (to heighten dream awareness). Unexpectedly, I recalled the TOTM, and so I shaped some brown wisps between my hands to a magnificent chocolate cake. Feeling indulgent, I tasted its impossibly rich and textured contents, soon revealing a delicious berry flushed core. After our extravagance, curious, they asked me how I deal with anxiety in dreams. Feeling exceptionally erudite, I gave them a lecture on the subject, evoking accompanying imagery between my hands in wisps of fabric of the dream state.

In a separate dream, I was supposedly taking a cello exam, in my own home. Several bizarre people were being exceptionally loud and unsympathetic, and worse, I could not find my end-pin stopper. In eventuality, it was canceled. As I drove off, I noticed that my house was lit up like a beacon.

Scarlet Rose

I was sitting comfortably in a chair in the sitting room, when I noticed a rather strange thing happening at the window. AJ was sitting in another chair on his laptop, oblivious to my curiousity. A small yet distorted cat was tapping its head against the largest window. Fascinated, I rose from my chair to observe the animal in more detail. As I did this, I glanced at my hand, and I realized I was dreaming. I was filled with a sudden sense of urgency and impending doom, so I hastily prepared to fly through the window. As my hand permeated the glass substance, A yelled ‘What the !@#$ are you doing?’. Shocked by this sudden outburst, I halted my action and returned to the room. Frustrated, I attempted to demonstrate my ability to levitate, but I was thwarted when I fell backwards onto my backside. Extremely irritated now, I clicked my fingers and removed several objects from the room. Nonetheless, he was not convinced. Finally, I probed my mind into his brain, and distracted his perception towards his game on his laptop. Fortunately, this worked, but it was too late. I glanced through the window to sight a cream car pull up onto the lawn. Further inspection revealed the driver was a short policeman from maybe the 1950s, lacking the typical modern uniform. He stepped out of the car, but I knew he was not arresting me. Instead, I flew through the window, and met with him, and now his assistant, a corpulent man with combed-back hair, a polar opposite to his leader. Nonetheless, they both possessed a grim expression.
I greeted them, and flew with them over leagues of countryside, to arrive at a magnificent red rose bush. However, once the resplendent yet macabre blossoms were clawed away, one could see a young woman’s mutilated corpse. Her flaxen hair was besmirched with scarlet as her azure eyes gazed unseeing.

After the horrific scene, I was somewhat mentally disturbed, but I reaffirmed to myself that I was the detective. I flew on, and realized that the strange behaviour of the cat was intrinsically related to murder. With this thought in mind, I decided to visit a feline psychiatrist. However, I was denied entry, as the man had an exceptional phobia of policemen/detectives. Moderately irritated, I took the opportunity, to transform into a cat, whilst partitioning some of my body to a disturbed female cat owner. Although it may seem paradoxical to be two creatures at once, I was experiencing sight as the cat, whilst I controlled the owner remotely. Finally, after impatiently waiting in the reverberant stone waiting passage with towering ceilings, I could see the psychiatrist. He looked like he came from several centuries ago; he looked like Charles I. His assistant, a man similar to my mental depiction of Mr. Collins from Pride & Prejudice, after having a very strange conversation, notified ‘me’ that the insane psychiatrist was prepared to see me.

In the cold chamber of an office, I imitated the cat’s behaviour, whilst my human part made some meaningless noises. The psychiatrist then proceeded to explain the symptoms. “This disease is contracted from riding an infected horse. Only from someone else’s horse, not one’s own”

I suddenly recognized who the victim was. I cast myself back to a few days ago. I was in an unknown town in England, with some sort of festival taking place. One of the spectacles was the ‘bullet gallery’, where supposedly one could look at historical bullets in history. in personal DJ
Now, they proceeded to complain of the poor quality of the gathering, and consequently, blamed me. Frustrated, I had ignored them.

Now, in a vaguely sadistic mode, I transformed back to a detective.

NOTES:

I was walking down a dark corridor while carrying a very heavy cello, and vaguely suspicious, I reality checked. Consequently, I realized I had seven fingers, and was, therefore dreaming. The cello was encased in a white case, then sheathed in a dark blue bag, contrary to my usual instrument. Irritated from lumbering the cello across the corridor, I decided to shrink it to the size of my palm. With that obstacle dealt with, I proceeded to fly through the solemn left wall, to reveal an expansive and lush university campus.

I approached a vast green space obstructed by an antique white tent, seemingly unoccupied. Consequently, I summoned three miscellaneous dream figures, two men, and a woman. The leftmost person was male, and with greasy silver hair adorning his rodent-like expression, augmented by his unpleasant eyeglasses. The other man was situated next to him, except he was bald, and although his face was leaner, it possessed a sarcastic leer. Finally, the woman was of perhaps forty years with dark hair, except she had an unnaturally long face, seemingly exacerbated by compulsive usage of chewing gum. Although I was slightly disappointed by my audience, I proceeded to proclaim my abilities in the dream state. They did not believe me for an instant, and with indignation, I held my hands shoulder-length apart, evoked the element of air, and held it for around half a minute. During this period, I breathed the concentrated purity inwards. The experience was like drinking water, but with a fundamentally different taste, or the lack thereof.
The turbulence in the room had disturbed my audience somewhat, and they cowered with their arms over their eyes. Before long, I had breathed in all that was necessary. I exhaled.

The concentrated power I had unleashed had destroyed my surroundings completely. Floating in nothing, I recalled one of my personal goals: to create a mythology based on dreams. For my first stage, it was the Creation. I witnessed a narrator narrate the proceeding.

After some terrifying events and encounters with extra staircases, I felt safe enough to start a TOTM.
I settled on a green lawn surrounded by a few content and blissful children.
I had no cooking tools, but that wasn't a problem.
Instead, after summoning some milk, butter, flour and a couple of eggs, I was all set to go.

I made sure that the ingredients never touched the floor; I used telekinesis to mix them together. After having formed a mold I fed large concentration s of energy through my palms. The cake was complete, and I left the children to enjoy some more.

Rather late but...

Relevant Part:

I gazed out the window aimlessly in an endeavour to ignore the massive crowd enveloping me...
Suddenly it clicked. I became lucid. I attempted to fly through the window, but failed, instead bumping my head.
I strived once more after reaffirming my lucid state. I had 10 fingers on one hand!
This time I succeeded and after a brief float through the air, I landed myself on a vibrant green lawn.
After an unsuccessful attempt at remembering TOTY, an elderly man suddenly appeared beside me.
I remember the TOTM and ask "Whose dream is this?"
He thought for a while, and then responded "Yours, mine and his in truth"

See personal DJ.

I have five fingers, but something isn't quite right. I look at my watch and I can make no sense of it! I look out of the dark retreat and see the moon shining brightly. I remember the Task of The Month and try to turn it blue. At first takes on a purple tint, but eventually it turns a stunning iridescent blue. I fly out the window.

I descend to Atlantis with a dolphin' assistance.
In the air bubble, I land in a strip shopping center next to a road. The shops are all a hospital or doctor center. Thousands of people dressed on blue are swarming in and out, and I feel terrified. I run to the left and right, only to be confronted by more. I did not feel like a medical check up, so I retreat to a Juice Bar.
There is a large queue and I am unsure what to order.

There are large posters hanging from the ceiling, but these are constantly changing. A few posters are chocolate flavored ice, and a sweet drink with pink icing in the shape of a classical rose.
It is called the 'Pink Hispanian'
However, the price tag on it is large. (why am I thinking about finances when I am lucid dreaming?!)
I notice on the wall someone has taped some of their composed cello studies. One is labeled 'What I thought they looked like'
Another was labeled 'What they do'
The main difference is that the latter study had eight lines of music, not one!
Eventually, I must choose something to eat or drink. I cannot find the menu, but the lady at the counter hands me one. Included on the list is 'Watermelon Chips'. Everything is overpriced. She asks me who is going to the hospital. I lie and say my 'wife' is taking the dog in.
However, this is where everything got more nightmarish. I couldn't find my credit card!
I could only find several public transport cards and an Atlantis card, which I didn't know what to do with.
It was blue with numbers on some sort of scale.
Finally! I find several blue 50 cent coins. They have special patterns and I am reluctant to sell them.
They each have written on them in capital letters:
Quangle
Butterfly Boutique
Mozart

Relevant part:

My dream guide calls me and takes me to the interior a large white cube. He reprimand me and suggests I try my synesthesia exercises. There is a liquid mirror surface, which I can manipulate. I use visual manipulation along with auditory to produce magic!
At first I produce a surreal forest, and I receive beautiful orchestral music with tasteful hints of trumpets.
I now jump in and find myself in a forest, which seems to be quite alien indeed...

A massive building is burning burning...
A woman with dark hair and pale skin is watching the scene while screaming over telephone. The building is a lunatic asylum... The recipient of the screaming is a young female receptionist. She explains to the angry woman that people must evacuate and inevitably change beds.
Mary gives up and walks with me to a red brick building with a cylinder and cone connected. I follow her in the building, curious. She is introduced to a plump woman who talks to her in a foreign language. I ask timidly, "Why is the positioning of people in the asylum important?"
She sighs, you see, information can be stored in binary. In this case it was vacant or occupied. Information can be stored via this, and therefore save computer space and it can be used as a backup. My life's work has been perfecting this system, storing info by colour of beds, difficulty of patient, gender... All gone."

I wake up at 3 AM as part of my subconscious WBTB.
I am certainly awake at this point as I move some objects on my desk for verification in the morning along with a standard RC. I soon settle down back to bed. My green phosphines make psychedelic patterns as I consider a WILD. Dreamlike imagery of a valley with huge waterfalls flashes by... Suddenly, I am lifted and thrown to the side of my bed! I look at my bed in shock AND I AM LYING DOWN ON MY BED! I don't see a cord, and I guess this was the resolution of a ridiculous argument about it's existence to another person. I look out the window at the serene night. I wander my eyes across the suburban scene until suddenly, a planet-sized dodecahedron soap (you know like all reflecting rainbow stuff) arches across from the east. I decide to take action so I fly through the window effortlessly. I love this move and I do it in almost every dream possible! Now it is daytime with a little suggestion, and I find a fictional bridge across water.

I swim fluidly and fly up to the side of the bridge. I notice small holes in the bridge and more soap bubbles bubble out...

I now fly with a companion to a rundown building. I phase through the door feeling a surge of the blue affect me. I find myself in a hall filled with people. I sense a sense of shock as they are still, silent and staring. There are three doors and a staircase. I choose the stair case and I sight a passage to my left. I float down it and locate a room to my right. The door is open and an elderly woman is wearing a mauve dress. I talk to her and she alerts me that the people downstairs are my ancestors...

I have taken to a more detailed dream account as I realize that small details slip the mind in the long term and including them provides a better read. I wonder what my really long dreams shall take up!

LD 1
I float around observing a strange scene. There is a river, with a man floating in a coffin with his arms crossed over his chest.

LD 2
I become lucid in a car. I fly through the car door and fly around observing the beautiful scenery. I eventually float down to forest.

LD 3
I become lucid again. In a computer lab, a man gives a presentation - it is too dull for words, so I become invisible and escape. I remember some friends I miss, so I write on a summoned piece of paper a note. I leave it in a noticeable place.

LD 4
I become lucid. I am in green open fields. 5 girls are chained to a pole. I ask them about their predicament. The eldest who appeared about 13 years old responded
"It was an accident REALLY! I have a sister called Nellie, OK? She was first shaped like a beanstalk. But one day she discovered cheesecake. She was fascinated! Soon she was shaped like a huge orange. She had to roll around the city, but she still NEEDED cheesecake.
One day, I and my friend opened the door heading off to the sweet shop. But we live on a steep hill. And Nellie was at the top. She rolled down and down. We in panic offered to take her to the lolly shop, but it was too late. Mother stormed in..."

LD 5 I am driving down a road that doesn't exist! I become lucid, but I continue along the road out of curiosity. I end up at a surreal shopping mall. I float around looking at bizarre contraptions.

I become lucid as someone else's workshop looks exactly like my bedroom. Some text is a bit shifty (a 14 changes to 15). I open a window, fasten it, and fly out. I at first fall, but I swing back up just in time. I float over a road. I feel lonely, so I summon Don(my Dream Guide). He trails along. Eventually, I reach a rural area. We reach a T intersection, and he asks me to turn left. I remember this place... I see a windmill, and then... The sea! It was unbelievably beautiful. I stood there watching the sun set slowly. At this point I hold some water in my hand and heal my body. Serenity. Calm.