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    Q Zukin's Journal of Dreams

    Hello and welcome to my dream journal!

    My name is Zukin and this is the journal where I keep my most memorable dreams. My other journal, updated daily, can be found here. I have been a lucid dreamer since childhood, and have recently sparked interest in developing my own shared dreaming technique. I am a university student, I love to play video games, practice contortionism, and lucid dream.

    Zergoth - Vistors welcomed, but warned.

    My dream world, Zergoth, is innocent by day and is full with beautiful landscapes and stunning temples. By night, it becomes an entirely different universe. The bent, wicked trees of night creak and howl and unearthly creatures rise to feast. These creatures will rarely confront you, rather they prefer to stalk quietly and inflict their victims with mind bending psychological horror.

    See also - (Older) Cartography map of Zergoth

    Lucid Dreaming Experience

    I love to practice lucid dreaming, though university studies often get in the way. When lucid, I am generally not a fighter - though I will rise to the occasion if threatened. I am a seeker of information. I love to explore and take my consciousness to new heights. I have found and met my amazing dream guide, learned my dream name, and discovered my origins. I occasionally love to give myself a scare - few know the horrors of a lucid nightmare, a dream spun out of control.

    See Transcend - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

    Shared Dreaming Experience

    I have been involved in shared dreaming for the past three years. I have developed the ability to distinguish dream character from entity, shared dream from normal dream, and have taken the initiative to develop a new method of sharing dreams.

    See Castle of Darkness - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views
    See also Hacking into the DreamNet

    I have also been polyphasic (uberman). My blog of the torture of polyphasic can be found here.

    Character List:

    Charmy/KestrelKat: Known as Charmy in my older entries, before she joined DV. She's my best friend, we met in Germany.
    Akira: First boyfriend (4+ yrs ago), lots of "supernatural" history between us.
    Dread/Izam:: Two ex's of mine
    James: Strange character of unknown origins. We keep entering each other's dreams, usually intentionally.

    1. Shared Dream w/ KestrelKat 8/31/15

      by , 09-02-2015 at 03:35 AM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      Graveyard Party

      I was with my family in the middle of a field/forest. We had bought a very old house and were renovating it. I was hanging out on the front porch, but I think I was having a problem with bees. The house gave me a creepy feeling. There was also a basement and a hall in the basement led to a large wooden door and opened up to a big, old lecture hall.

      Later in the dream I was back at my family's house. I had done something very wrong, and my family decided to perform an honor killing on me. I wanted to write out some last things before I was killed. I quickly got a pen and paper and wrote out that the old house that they were renovating was very haunted. I had felt the presence of an evil black figure. The black figure was ruling over another spirit, who I felt to be a girl (who turned out to be Kestrel). I was worried about their renovations and how the spirit could hurt them.

      I told my family that I would like to be buried in the backyard next to our dog. My sister shot me in the head and I was buried. I tried to stay conscious for as long as possible. I wanted to avoid losing consciousness forever and so I tried to remain 'lucid' throughout the process of dying.

      After some time, I was able to separate my spirit from my body and I drifted back up above land. I figured some time had passed since now there was snow on the ground. I stepped on the snow and it was warm yet crunchy. It was like walking on rice krispies. Everything was uncannily crunchy. My consciousness even felt crunchy.

      I went inside and turned on the TV, still holding onto my pseudo-lucidity. I started wondering about who else I would find on the astral plane. And then I wondered if I had a formal gravestone. I put two and two together and realized it would be a great idea to visit the graveyard. Maybe I could find other spirits there too, like me?

      I zoomed through the TV and into the graveyard. The graveyard was grassy and hilly. I saw a young couple walking and I followed them closely, but they couldn't feel that I was there. I followed a lot of people but none of them could sense me.

      I walked up a hill and found several other spirits sitting. I touched them, and it felt as if where I had touched them my fingers were extremely tingly/pins&needles. I thought this was really interesting, but the other spirits said that they didn't like to be touched for this reason. It felt too inhuman to them.

      Lastly, I went to a classroom and messed with the students in there. I probably scared the shit out of them.

      Quote Originally Posted by Kestrel
      Annnnd, the dream I had last night:

      I was in an old house, living with a bunch of other people. It was being renovated, and I was looking through the bottom storage rooms to see if there was anything I could take up to my room on the very top floor. It was like a GUFF pile (General Unrestricted Free (Food), I believe it stands for; it's a word we use at the coop I lived at with Zukin that means it's free for the taking/using), and I wondered what kinds of things people had put down there. There were lots of colorful sheets, and I would have taken one of them if I didn't already have nice sheets. I left, and when I came back again there were boxes of lots of different kinds of cookies, and three people in the room. There was an older gentleman who looked like a janitor, and a couple, the woman crying and eating cookies. I overheard the conversation; the man had cheated on her, and was breaking it off with her. I felt for her and wanted to treat her to something nice but something told me not to meddle. They both left, leaving me with the older gentleman. He seemed really friendly, a bit odd, but really well-meaning. He asked if I wanted any of the sheets; I said no, because I had a star trek patterned set upstairs.

      "Oh, you like Star Trek? I have just the thing for you!" He opened a drawer in a nearby desk and ruffled through some papers. He handed me a visibly old piece of card-stock with an image printed on one side of it and writing on the back. I don't remember exactly what the image was at first, but the older man said it was a picture of Spock. I looked again, and it still wasn't Spock but the image changed! Every time I looked at it, the image on the paper was different. It eventually did show Spock; it was a black-and-white image, pretty old looking. I was super thrilled with this piece of paper and wanted badly to find Zukin to show her this supernatural thing.

      I ran up flights of stairs to try to find her, looking down at the sheet to make sure it was still working every now and then. I noticed the images were always black-and-white, and always had that old high-contrast-y quality to them even if they were modern things. About half-way through the house I felt this evil, dark presence. I turned away from where it was, but I kept running into it and I felt like it was chasing me and I kept getting glimpses of this black, shadowy figure. When I got to the ground floor of the house (there were apparently lots of basement floors), the image stopped changing. It was also in color, now. It was an image of an old wooden door, very intricate and really quite beautiful. It was at the end of a hallway or something, like a door to a closet or stairs to the basement. I kept looking back at the paper, trying to get it to change, but it wouldn't. And then, there was a banging at the front door. I had to cross right in front of the door to reach the stairs up to the top floors, so I ran. When I got to the top of the first flight of stairs I turned and saw the black figure (I could now tell it was a woman, and she was pure evil) phasing through the door and floating up towards me. I ran the rest of the way to my room without looking back.

      Spoiler for unrelated bits:

      When I felt like I was far enough away, I stopped, closed my eyes and just sort of let myself grow. I grew taller, wider, rounder. It was such an awesome experience; I was just a simple round hunk of rock, so I sped up time (lol I forgot this was my third task, too, WOOT!) to let myself grow fully and get some lifeforms on me. I could literally feel mountains, oceans and forest growing on various parts of my body. I could feel living things start to evolve, and then people building huts and villages, migrating, and building their societies. It was like I WAS physics, geology, history... I could feel all the forces of gravity pulling things to my center, I could feel the pull of the sun and I could see the path of my orbit.

      I wanted to know what kind of life existed on myself, so I focused my consciousness on a point at my edge, extended out just a touch more and detached myself from myself. I was in a hilly place, with lots of grass. But where I detached was a crunchy gravel path. I realized I was in a sort of graveyard, and suddenly I felt Zukin's presence somewhere behind me. Like, not just Zukin's DC. This was HER presence. I looked around for her; I saw a few other people but I didn't see her, and yet I could still feel her and she was moving around. I kept searching for her but
      woke up...
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