I'm on a plane when the news comes. In an hours time, Trump is resigning. I can't believe it. The plane goes wild, and I just think about why it's out of the blue. we land in this giant mall complex that a lot of people live in. I walk with my friends in and around all these long routes toward what will surely be an amazing event. Not many people are there, and the floor in front of the podium is empty as he begins quoting bush and talking about how great he's been so far but is tired of the press. He starts his performance, which involves singing karaoke. I rush up to the front and find the floor is all trampolines, so I'm jumping up and down and making poses. I get right in front of trump and keep giving him thumbs up, and then an amazing moment happens. I jump up and make my whole body horizontal, and then mid-air me and donald fist-bump. It was glorious. The rest of the dream doesn't matter.
Holy shit, I dream a lot about celebrities, fuck hahahah Anyways, I forgot to update yesteday, also don't remember any dreams from last night. 06/06/2017 I was on the phone with a friend of mine explaining him I think how Yezi's song "Anck Su Namun" is everything CL wanted to deliver for her american debut but couldn't. I also explained why I was virgin, but now I don't remember what I said. There's this famous korean celebrity called T.O.P who recently has been caught into a marijuana scandal (in real life), so in my dream, I saw his pocket full of marijuana, but in the dream, marijuana looked like little pink hairs; then I look at my hoodie and there's marijuana all over it, I got scared of people thinking I was doing drugs too. 0/06/2017 Nothing.
Updated 06-07-2017 at 04:07 PM by 93365
Trying to Locate Man of Shred (ld) It's a long way from where I am to where I need to find him. Worth the travel, if I can ever find him. The dreamscape is vast and the circles my mind has chosen to reside in (out of necessity) make travel inefficient. A father figure leads me through the country. He takes me through a field of tall grass which is clearly a road, but without cement. We enter a village area, the houses are smaller, about the size of single room lofts. Now I'm walking along the sidewalk and viewing the homes in the area as I pass them. The sunlight is softly fading through the windowpanes; the visual is quite lovely. Most of the homes are empty, but some have potted plants along the windowsill (inside). The town is quiet and deserted. I'm pondering the reasons for the emptiness and why we're taking our time to move through the town. I have no conclusion for why we've lingered. Home (nld & ld) I've traveled home, without that father figure. I'm tying up loose ends and am on my way out from the dream. Right before I leave, the house beside mine produces a tone I recognize. I step out of the car to gaze up at the window it's originating. The tone I heard was very similar to a Tibetan singing bowl. I stare at the window, gaining some degree of lucidity, but the person is hiding. I think of Shred but I realize that it might be best to not proceed inward. He is calling for my attention with the tone, but there's no attempt for him to leave the house. Also, I'm on my way to the airport so there isn't enough time for me to knock on his door (I was seconds away from waking). I'll have to come back later. Notes I feel as though I did find him (my spirit). Sadly, my recall has been neglected as I focused attention on restoration instead of exploration. I'm hoping to flip this now that I'm feeling restored to a greater degree.
Updated 06-07-2017 at 02:10 PM by 93387
Date of Dream: WED 7 JUN - 2017 Dream No. 127 - Separated Sections Dream 127 A - Evil Box I don't exactly remember where I was but there was this strange box sitting on this small podium. This box was very bright with some graffiti-like art on it; I called it the “Willy Wonka” Box because that was the theme of the art. Now I did notice something odd about this box, like there was some bad aura coming out of it, with the lid of the box being open. I decided to approach the box and quickly slam the lid shut. By doing this, I thought the bad energy would be gone, being trapped in that box but I was wrong. This shiny, glowing pink hand shot the lid back open and went straight for me! Just as the hand was a few millimetres away from me, I felt someone pulling me away; it was NN. Now before I had time to perceive his energy, I was already on the course of waking up from fright. Dream 127 B - The Ultrasound "Genius" NB and I were with this ultrasound doctor, not in a consulting room, but rather a Kmart change room. Now this guy was “strange” because if NB or I dared to talk, he would “deduct a point” from us, holding these white cards with a red -1 on it. NB or I didn't talk the first time but he took a point away just to show that he wasn't someone who messes around. Even though NB was asking logical questions, the guy still took a point away. I then decided I wanted to make a move but I was afraid that the guy would take another point from me. I muttered under my breath, saying something like “mess with me and Dreamy WB will neck you”. The guy obviously didn't hear me as no one reacted when I finished, which is what I wanted. The dream then skipped ahead a bit towards to the end of the consultation. The guy was getting really annoying regarding the ultrasound, saying how patients always reject his advice and that if we said no to the ultrasound, we would be going against God and his will. Still, NB and I were tired of the guy and so we walked out and I woke up. Dream 127 C - TAFE Shenanigans I don't completely remember what happened in this dream. What I do remember is that JO and I were walking around my TAFE campus which looked slightly different to the real life place. I do remember seeing a few TAFE teachers but not what specifically happened there. At one point, I did notice NN walking past me and JO but he wasn't by himself, he was with his very own clone! Now this did not adopt the exact same appearance as his current day build. The clone was supposedly a 10 year old version of himself, claiming to be identified as his brother. That's all I can remember about this dream.
Morning of June 7, 2017. Wednesday. I am in an unknown location, seemingly in someone’s backyard at one point. There is a long scenario where this part of the world (the setting in my dream) will soon be ruined by sunlight of too high a radiance. That is, plasma, for whatever reason, is somehow flowing closer to only this part of the world. It does not seem that bad at first. Some unknown people and I are involved in some sort of writing activity. I am sitting on the lawn. Over time, I am aware of the approaching danger. In the last scene, red dominates my dream. It is coming in with more heat and intensity. This also means that this part of the world will no longer exist. I roll on my side to escape the reach of the red beams, which seem almost like a giant magnifying glass being used as analogous to set a fire or burn an ant. Since childhood, red almost always symbolizes (in real time) the need to wake up (or that I had been sleeping for too long). In this case, I had absentmindedly switched sleeping positions to being on my right side in the first time in a few weeks. Even in my dream, there is the subliminal awareness of this being wrong and I even roll on my side in my dream. (I can only sleep well on my left side, or halfway on my stomach to my left. Sleeping on my right side almost always causes digestion problems even if I have not eaten in awhile, as well as physical distress at times.) Dreams such as this often serve as real-time waking mechanisms despite people failing to understand this primary purpose of dreams, although contrary to what some “experts” claim, dreams are sometimes more than just waking symbolism even though this one is limited to that function. Still, living in a world of the “dream interpretation” fallacy all my life is just as annoying as being in a world with people who claim dreams have no meaning at all.
Morning of June 7. 2017. Wednesday. The first main scene of my dream involves going to a very large unfamiliar post office, though there is the common indoors-outdoors ambiguity. There are a number of rows of post office boxes and drawers, though no interior walls or discernible building features. It seems to be late morning. The sky is overhead; no ceiling implied for the “post office”. It is somewhat like a simple maze in the last part of this scene. I see a group of about six police officers between two rows. In another area, there is an unfamiliar male in black appearing with a gun, though he is not a direct threat to me. Still, I do not want to be near him or the people he aims at from time to time. From an unrealistic distance, I am still able to read a yellow strip of writing below one post office drawer (in about the middle of the feature) that has something to do with needing a special code as well as the key in order to open it. It seems related to a business. I have a curiosity over what might be in the drawers, though I also consider there might not be anything. Several unknown males join me as I move around the rows of post office boxes to be out of the viewpoint of the man with the gun. He is not after us specifically but I consider that he may not want any witnesses regarding his activity towards others. He does not fire the gun at any point. Eventually, I leave the area and find myself in an unknown neighborhood. A young version of Zsuzsanna is to my right (though I am seemingly much younger as well, perhaps only about twenty). It is as if we have only been together for a short time. Walking ahead of us and to our left is a thin female with short and curly gray hair. She is unfamiliar and seems at least sixty years of age. She is wearing light-colored slacks and a blouse. She is carrying a large black-and-white cat on her right shoulder (which I assume to be male). Suddenly, there is some sort of change where Zsuzsanna is now somehow sitting on the lady’s right shoulder and I find myself carrying the large cat near my left shoulder. The old woman somehow caused this because she wants us to have a meal with her at her house and talks to us about this. Her cat was also apparently becoming difficult for her to control, which is why I am now holding it. I am holding it up and out with both hands and it struggles a bit but does not get away. We reach the area where she lives. She has one neighbor (also an older lady) to our right. The chicken-wire fence is lying on the ground, rolled out to where one must walk on it to get to another gate where there is a small enclosed garden area (which is about the same size in area as our bed and probably a real-time play on “garden bed” as a dream sign). It almost seems like it rolls out automatically (somewhat like an irregular carpet) by the will of the person going to the old woman’s house. I do not really feel like walking on wire mesh, so I hover slightly above it and slowly fly mostly in a vertical position to the enclosed garden area. Zsuzsanna, being already behind the first gate, is partly lying on her right side on the ground near the right internal corner of the garden fence, holding herself up with her arm. There is soon distorted imagery to where a couple large blades of tall grass partly block my view of her face, but this seems like some sort of “story” related to “Alice in Wonderland”. The old woman talks about a man who tends to her garden, but this becomes like a dream within a dream. The man is also seemingly playing a televised role, dressed as a farmer or a minimal clown as a farmer, but being called a “demon” in describing what he is doing in tending her garden and also having unusual snakes on display to the public. I consider if he feels odd about being called a “demon”, as they do not exist and there is nothing threatening or negative about his persona or activities. He seems to tolerate this in playing a role in a television show. He holds up a couple different snakes that he has cared for. One has a catlike head. The other has a black head on a light brown body but the head of which is like a miniature shark. There are no negative emotions of any kind in seeing this impossible imagery. Dreams do not really have “interpretations” in the naďve popular usage of the term but they often do have layers of meaning, primarily based on real-time levels of consciousness which may or may not relate more directly to the present conscious self status. There is a preconscious precursor here. Although he has a gun, it does not create enough of a sense of danger to activate the waking mechanism, which is a major function of dreams (though not the only function as some “experts” claim). The simple maze relates to finding specific threads of my conscious self identity for my temporary fictional dream self to find its way to the waking threshold. The post office probably has two underlying meanings, real-time communication between different levels of the self while not fully awake, and possible links to the collective unconscious (or even collective conscious). It may also relate to precognitive threads with someone the dreamer is not yet in communication with (and may not be for years), something I validated from childhood dreams relating to my “mystery girl” (Zsuzsanna). The dark cat represents a real-time factor of being asleep (and often represents an aspect of liminal space), as cats are known for sleeping a lot (as well as being active at night when people sleep). The personified preconscious takes on the form of an older woman carrying her cat. Her giving it to me relates to activating my emergent consciousness precursor. “Beyond the fence” is a metaphor for a shift in consciousness while in the dream state. The first fence is on its side because, in reality, I am lying down (sleeping) instead of being awake and standing up (thus it is a second-level dream sign). I often hover or fly very well and effortlessly in the final stage of a dream and without giving it much thought (which relates to lessening the hypnopompic jerk and waking more softly as it is premonitory of the biological falling sensation). My emergent consciousness (as a projection as the gardener with the snakes in some sort of skewed television role) is illogically called a “demon”, but in a very matter-of-fact sense, with no associations with negativity of any kind. This probably relates to my status of being in a world full of superstitious people who have little or no understanding of the dream state. The imagery, though slightly grotesque (primarily the snake with a black miniature shark head, which is a “less water” factor of which has continuously occurred in my dreams on a day to day basis for over fifty years and is both biological and symbolic on a number of levels) has no effect on my perception or emotions, just as with hypnagogia visuals (though this becomes more of a hypnopompic state). I wake very slowly and softly, with no physical hypnopompic effects.
I was laying on my bed when i became aware that I was in a dream and started touching my back where a string was attached. But feeling a presence walk through the door I closed my eyes. I could still see through them though. "Ah! Please don't do anything or hurt me"I said just being scared of it turning into a nightmare. Than I heard Dawn repeat what I said in a playful way than felt him move up closer which made me jump up a bit. Which is what he wanted. I than saw him move around me than fly up. I observed him closely after the fear dissipated than the scene shifted. I thought I was awake but I was in the dream and became aware of it. I was than asked by Dawn what my favorite animal was. I said birds, than dogs than cats. He told me his fav was cats than tickled my feet. I couldn't hold onto the dream much longer than woke up. Notes ------- I called this dream Dawn seems different because his personality has changed from layed back/quiet to bold and loud. I still recall that dream where he couldn't stop laughing after I did something dum. ^^Hes still caring and helpful though.
My dream: Fight I'm in a huge battle around Bjork's inner world. Me and Raven knight are destroying Remote viewers with song spells. Raven is switching songs rapidly.. lots of metallica. My song was more guitar riffs, I was playing something similar to the four horsemen by metallica. The remote viewers died way too easily. I guess their bark is worse than their bite. Raven's entry: 2017, 06-04 The Dark Mirror I am in a place I don’t recognize. It is a cave of some kind. I hear the sound of the ocean from one direction so I follow that sound. There is light getting into the cave from various places where cracks have penetrated through to the outside. I follow the sound of the ocean and emerge on a ledge that is high up over the ocean below. And I’m not alone there. MoSh is there with me. He says we have to find the mirror. At first that doesn’t make any sense, but then I remember something about a mirror in someone’s inner world that was allowing Templars to attack. I pinch my nose and I find I can still breathe, I’m dreaming. I tell MoSh that he’s dreaming and he says he already knows that. We search around on the ledge and connecting caves until we find a place where there is an outcropping of rock reaching over the sea. On the outcropping is what appears to be a mirror, but the mirror is totally black with no reflection. MoSh says that’s it, and he wants to go kick some Templar ass. I go to the mirror and plant a couple timed explosives on it. We both go through, then the explosives detonate behind us and shatter the mirror, destroying the portal behind us. On the other side of the mirror we are in another strange place. There are Templars all around, and it seems to be a wide-open area outside, I really don’t get a very good look at the surroundings because it’s dark and MoSh and I get attacked right away. MoSh tells them to leave Bjork alone, though at that point I couldn’t think who Bjork was. No matter, they shouldn’t be harassing anyone, so now they would all pay. As we are attacked I focus on using Battery by Metallica to call down bolts of lightning on the enemies. In spite of there being so many of them, the Templars seem to die pathetically easily. When they die they disappear from the dream. I focus on the song Damage, Inc. by Metallica and throw fireballs at many of the Templars. I then transform my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and start cutting Templars down in large numbers as they attack. The Templars are attacking using an assortment of blasters and also melee weapons such as swords and battle axes, though none of the weapons seem particularly effective. I focus on the song Phantom Lord by Metallica and create an expanding wall of fire that incinerates many Templars. Soon it looks like any Templars left are retreating, and MoSh tells them they’d better not come back! After the fight is over MoSh is saying we need to make sure the mirror is gone from Bjork’s inner world so they can’t use her any more. My mind still isn’t remembering who Bjork is, but I say that’s fine, I’ll try to get back to where we saw the mirror. I focus on Through the Never by Metallica and both MoSh and I go through the resultant portal. On the other side we are once again on the rocky outcropping that reaches out from tall cliffs over a deep blue ocean. It is a quite beautiful sight. There is a pile of rubble on the rocky outcropping where I know there used to be a mirror. I point to the rubble and tell MoSh that the mirror is history. Just to make sure I drop a fireball on the rubble and turn it all to ash. MoSh says he hopes that takes care of things. Everything fades to black as I wake up.
weird Was in a basement with Data and we were trying to fix something. We were creating sparks... to fix a light or something. I went looking around for a brush with steel bristles to create sparks with. Cacophony Was with old DV user Cacophony, we were in a hotel lobby talking about stuff. Bjork No surprise here. I was in Bjork's house we were talking in the entrance way. The whole house was painted a shade of light green. She took me by the hand into a living room and towards a dark stairwell, but I woke up.
Backstory: Extremely long story short: I'm a dreamer and I dream with lots of different dreamers, spirits, and entities. I have a very open mind, have lots of relatively cool dreams, but I'm extremely mistrustful and sarcastic. Simply, I don't like most people due to a somewhat higher-than-average intelligence. All this said, here we go: 3 months ago: Nightmares building up to larger nightmares. Not-so-fun lucid dreams. 2 months ago: Captured and residing as a captive in a not-so-fun location. All month long. 1 month ago: Dreams involving a long and painful killing (of me) by my old roommate. At the height of it I was waking up kicking and screaming (so unusual for me). June: Finally feeling like myself. I ate something terrible in dreams three months ago hence I felt pretty lame until now. I had wondered what revived me and brought me back and it seems it was an assortment of things and people. This morning I woke from dreaming (grateful to have uneventful dreams) and thought of DreamViews. I was thinking, perhaps, maybe some of the answers for what I've been up to might be found here. Having found some interesting details, I'm pleasantly surprised. It seems when I'm on the edge of death I reach out to people. Go figure. While reaching out it seems there was some kinship involved and I brought somewhat of a mess with me. Just, let me say this: you should've seen the other guy. I was hoping healers would do what they do best and it seems they had. I mean, they exorcised thousands of demons from me years ago, what's one more dark entity? Notes: Dreams can be insane. They lead to adventures of consciousness which can't always be rationally explained. How does one rationally explain telepathy? How does one explain that I needed to come to DV today? When there's a strong enough need, desire, or intent this is what often allows telepathic communication to occur. I may not like re-connecting (or even connecting) with people, but sometimes when it's life or death it warrants unusual circumstances. Now that things are decent I'm uncertain what's left in terms of adventure. I mean, I've already done quite a bit for a few lifetimes--I'm sorta hoping happiness and enjoyment are in my future. I'm pretty fucking tired of the whole slaying demons thing. Speaking of happiness and enjoyment, I'm somewhat interested in dream sharing if anyone is interested in having their sanity challenged.
2017, 06-06 Night Swim I am at the swimming pool at the local YMCA with my friend Alicia. We are outside the main pool area, waiting to get in. Alicia pays her admission fee and goes in. I go to pay and I give the guy in the office the usual $1.50. He says it’s $1.75 now. I do a double take, but then I decide that’s not really that much of an increase, and I hand over the extra quarter. I follow Alicia into the pool area. There are people in our usual spot so we go to the other side of the pool where there’s an area I didn’t know about, with some of the plastic chaise lounges. I go to get one, glad they have the hard ones that don’t stick to my skin. Alicia prefers the soft ones and goes to find one. When I get mine back to our spot I see Alicia already has what she wanted. Alicia wants to go get in the pool but it’s not open just yet, it’s being cleaned. I see someone has a bunch of Pokémon cards laid out to trade, so I take some Pokémon cards of my own from my bag and spread them out. The other guy has a lot of cards I wish I had. The pool opens and he ignores the cards to go jump in the pool. We haven’t been in the pool for long when the lifeguards say it needs cleaning again, everyone out. The guy who’d left his Pokémon cards spread out gets frustrated and leaves without coming back for his cards. I go over and start collecting all of the cards, both his and mine. I figure if he comes back I’ll say I collected them to keep them safe and return them. If he doesn’t come back, they’re all mine. The pool is still closed, and Alicia is nowhere to be seen. So I leave the pool carrying a bag that contains my towel, sunscreen, and the two stacks of Pokémon cards I now have. I look around the rest of the YMCA for a bit, trying to find Alicia. There is no actual gym, just a lot of people climbing tall rock walls. I don’t notice that as strange and I don’t find Alicia. I go back to the pool area and look through the fence. Alicia is still in there, I feel dumb for not finding her sooner. I go to return to the pool but the man at the office window says I have to pay. That’s annoying since I already paid. He says I left, so I have to pay again. I take out my wallet and he says admission is $10. No way! I refuse to pay that. I go around the other side of the pool area and find a way through the fence, so I sneak back in for free. I notice it is getting dark and the underwater pool lights come on. Alicia is swimming and the water where she moves glows, looking very cool. I put my things down and I get in the pool. I start doing all kinds of underwater dance moves. After I do a move I can look and see a light reflection of myself doing the move I just finished. The strange glow has the effect of making my rather unimpressive dance moves look really cool. Alicia is doing the same thing. But I notice I can’t seem to hold my breath for very long. It’s as if I am compelled to take a breath while still underwater. This seems disturbing to me, but I go along with it and I don’t go under for very long. I am still playing in the pool with my light reflections when everything fades and I wake up.
All I remember is doing a back walkover on a wooden beam. It just came naturally. I don't remember what else happened in the dream, but I am only 50% sure it was just a dream. Maybe God woke me up and helped me do a beam back walkover. Not sure.
My dream: Healed Me and Raven remove a Dark energy Symbiont from Bjork. We heal her with music. She apologizes to me and promises to keep the dreams with me a little less. There is forgiveness on both sides. Yay! Her dream: 2017, 05-26 Dark Parasites I am in a garden area that is very beautiful, more beautiful than any I have ever seen in waking life. I walk around, thinking how beautiful it is, but not giving any though to the idea I might be dreaming. I wonder how this place could have existed right near where I live for so long and yet I haven’t found it. I can tell it’s not new, all of the plants are too well developed to have been recently planted. I wander through the garden for a bit before I see three people not far off. I head in their direction. There seems to be a dark cloud around two of them, it looks pretty unpleasant. The two people surrounded by a dark cloud are MoSh and a woman I don’t know. The third person is Asuka, and Asuka comes over to me. Asuka is upset and saying that Bjork is doing something to MoSh, and I have to stop her. I head over to the two people standing in a thickening cloud of darkness. It looks to me like both of them could use some help. I focus on the song Touch My Heart from the Devil Hunter Yohko soundtrack to remove the darkness. A pillar of light energy forms around both of them, sucking the dark cloud away and burning it off in the blinding light. After the song is over I see something strange on the ground between MoSh and Bjork. It is a black thing with many tentacles that is squirming around on the ground, first reaching for MoSh, then reaching for Bjork, as if it can’t choose which one it wants to try to attach itself to. I look at the thing and all I can sense in it is dark energy, not a sign of a spark, either dark or light. So it is a thing wholly of darkness. I focus on the song Battery by Metallica to call down a bolt of lightning that strikes the black thing between MoSh and Bjork and turns it to a pile of ashes that blows away in the wind and is gone. MoSh is looking at Bjork, who just looks disoriented. I focus on the song Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack to bring some more healing energy into the area. The area fills with light energy. Bjork says she will try to stay out of MoSh’s dreams. Asuka looks quite pissed off at her and says she had better or there will be trouble! I wonder why Asuka is so angry, since it looked like the parasite had been attacking both MoSh and Bjork
I am in a house I've never been in. I just assume it's my real house. There is a fire and we all run out. Fire men don't come, it's just us. I run back in to get my journals. I come out and "Susan" is there. I run back in to get all of my leotards and I run out. I want to go back in to get my computer because it has my novels on it but I see the flames coming towards the front of the house (I live in an apartment/town house so I know it's not my real house now) and that the flames would stop me from exiting this time. Going into a burning building isn't making me gasp for breath so I should have become lucid, but I didn't. I stood outside with my journals and my leotards next to Michael or Gabriel looking like Susan and my siblings. We wait for the fire to stop, we don't call anyone. Then the house is back how it was, as if it was untouched, and we all go back in. I forgot this dream and remembered it when I was watching supergirl seeing a burning building. Sometime in the past two weeks I dreamt I was going out onto my deck. All of the decks were connected; there were no railings. Our neighbors were outside grilling burgers on the left side of the deck outside of their house. We're about to start to talk and then the dream changed. I remembered this one when I went out on the deck and saw that the decks weren't conjoined like in the dream.
2017, 06-05 An Innocent Child, An Innocent Cub I am in a place I don’t recognize. I look around and I see that there are wide open grasslands all around me with some patches of trees that break up the monotony. I have no idea where I am. I walk for a little ways as I try to get oriented and figure out where I am. I am thinking maybe I should do a reality check when I hear something behind me. I turn around and see a child come running out of one of the patches of trees, heading straight for me. He is being chased! Not far behind the child I see three men on horses, they look like knights, riding after the child. I wonder why they are chasing the child. The child has almost reached me, he is calling for help. Then I see the knight riding in the lead take out his sword like he is going to just ride the child down and cut him without even getting off of his horse! He catches up with the boy as the child is passing me, and I act quickly without really thinking. My right arm forms into an Alex Mercer blade and I dive between the knight and the child, intercepting the strike meant for the boy and blocking it with my blade. The transformation makes the knight do a double take, and spooks his horse. The horse rears up and the knight falls on his ass, the horse takes off running. The knight is scrambling backwards to get away from me, asking what manner of creature I am. I am angry. I say forget that, why the fuck was he riding a child down on horseback with clear intent to murder?! The knight stammers and then says the boy ran. I say no shit, he ran! If he hadn’t run he’d have been skewered a lot sooner! Now why is he trying to murder a child?! The boy said he didn’t do anything! I ask the boy where his parents are, he says he’ll show me if I protect him. I say I will. I tell the knight, his two friends are with him now, that I’m escorting the boy home safely, don’t interfere. I change my blade back to an arm. The boy leads me to a castle with many tents set up around it, as well as many wagons and horses and more knights. The boy leads me to the blacksmith’s wagon. The man there is relieved to see his son and calls him Mikah. Mikah is saying something, but I briefly wake up… I do a DEILD (Dream End Induced Lucid Dream) and try to go back to the same place, but I somehow miss the mark. When I become aware of the dream again I am in a long hall with a few people and numerous guards. At one end is a very fat man with a crown seated next to a woman with a crown, they must be king and queen. A young girl and a man are in the middle of the room alone, from the way the man treats the girl I think he must be her father. The queen immediately earns my dislike when she says she wants an animal’s hide. The king says that will be impossible since they have no wolf. The queen says they have a wolf and gives an evil smirk. The girl in the middle of the room gets immediately upset and says Lady didn’t do anything, she’s innocent. The queen says this wolf shall die in the place of the one who bit her son. I feel I was already mad, and this pisses me off. I blurt out that she can’t be serious about knowingly murdering an innocent animal when she knows perfectly well the animal has committed no crime! She asks who I am, then says she wants me arrested. I tell her I won’t let her kill an innocent animal, and I’d like to see her arrest me. Some knights close in around me and I form a force field to keep them at a distance without harming them. They are baffled by the invisible barrier. I go outside, my force field forcing knights and guards out of the way as I go. I don’t know where I am going, but I want to find the wolf that the queen wants murdered. The little girl comes running out of the large tent I was just in, I now see it is a large tent, and she’s crying. My force field lets her pass. She grabs my arm and asks if I can protect Lady. She says she loves Lady, but will accept that she can never see her again if only she knows Lady is safe. I can’t let them kill Lady! I tell her yes, I will protect Lady, assuming that is the name of the wolf. She points in the direction to where there is a wolf chained to a heavy pole. The girl says please keep Lady safe… People come from the tent and tell the girl to get away from me, I’m dangerous. I keep moving within my force field, which lets the girl out, and I reach the wolf called Lady. The wolf is sitting very quietly and looks like she wouldn’t hurt a fly. I reach for the chain carefully, speaking calmingly to the wolf the whole time, calling her by her name. I use my enhanced strength to break the chain as if it was cardboard. Lady looks back at the girl, who is on her knees crying. Knights and guards are surrounding me. The queen says there is no way for me to escape. I tell her that’s what she thinks, and there I wake up, effectively disappearing from sight as far as the people of that world can see. Note: Q has informed me that the wolf Lady is actually a young direwolf, still really a cub, and she is now living safely in my inner world.
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