Confessions of a Dream Traveller

Captains log November 6 2011:

The dreamscape last night was both vivid and wonderful. I took b6 and mugwort before sleep. The effects of the foriegn bodies are not known at this time. I can not attest to their activity or inactivity. I am not sure just how many dreams that I went on but I know I woke up close to every 45 minutes. I assume after each REM cycle.

I was trying to induce myself in to the Harry Potter universe for a challenge on Dream Views to find out which house I would be sorted into. I successfully entered this world one time, I was in the kitchen of a small house, everything appeared to be circa 1940-1950. I was eating breakfast with my parents when the letter arrived. Our house elf made a snide comment about not believing that I would become a wizard. My mother smacked the elf and said that we were of the purest blood and this treasonous talk would not be tolerated.

The next moment I was in a tiny boat crossing the lake, Hogwarts Castle stood stoically on the shore. The waves were crashing and it was pouring rain. Other childeren were scared, but I just held on to the boat.

There was a large flash of lightning followed by a deafening crack of thunder.

This is where I woke up. I tried for the rest of the night to return to this dream but I failed. My skills as a dreamer are not sufficient yet.

The other dreams that I had were far different than this one. I have had a series of dreams that I can only describe as the Silas Chronicles. I must set the dreamscape for a second before I go into detail. In this world the world as we knew it has been destroyed by war. War between psychic humans, and non psychic humans. The government has villianized the psychics and made them to be the most evil enemy that onecould possibly have. The psycics don't use weapons, as the have no need. They are all the weapon necessary. The humans on the other had have focused 100 percent of their knowledge and money on developing weaponry to defeat the psychics.

The war has three sides. The Human Armies, the Psychics, and the general population.
The general population does not know that they are being lied to and that the war is little more than a means to an end. War unites populations and the human armies have created a war to unite the humans and thus enslaving them by demanding they are either with the humans or with the enemy. Treason is punished by death without trial.

That is the set up, sometimes I am on the psychic side and others I am a weapons designer for the human side. Last night I was a psychic. I have never gone lucid in this world and honestly I don't want to.

Silas Chronicles.
I crouched in what was left of a bombed out department store. There were 5 soldiers in my group. We were looking for supplies and not finding much. We made our way out from the store into the rubble filled street. The crumbling walls mask the reality that this was at one time the hippest place to see and be seen. now it is little more than ruins. We make our way over small mounds of crushed concrete, past the shells of vehicles that were here when the devastation happened. Close together, as close to the wall as possible. This is an area that is usually rife with human soldiers. The front soldier in our group is Kira, her abilities lie in the locating of people. A good recon soldier,but she isn't a fighter. She stops and kneels signaling us to follow suit. Out of her breast pocket she pulls a map of the downtown sector, she closes her eyes and her finger points out several locations. "2 here, 3 here, and a nother couple here." I tell here to get in the middle of the group now, we might be in for a fight. Marcus, our main attacker, makes his way to the front. We make our way forward slower and more cautions. We know that we are in for it, but we don't have another choice, this is our only way out. We round the corner of another ruined building cautiously. The air is still and silent, a very strange wizzing soun was all that could be heard. A canister the size of a soda can spewing green smoke came flying out of a window directly at us. Marcus flicked his hand and the canister zoomed back the way it came. In an instant we heard "enemy spotted six o clock. Make it rain" As soon as that was said maybe even a moment before, the gunfire started. Micah, our defensive soldier jumped to action, creating a force shield around our entire group. This wouldn't hold for long, but it was just enough to give us a second to react. I ordered Micah and Kira to hide. Marcus, Fletch and I would take them out. Marcus just said "Hell yes" The shield dropped and a new one around Micah and Kira rose. Marcus Fletch and I spread out quick, deflecting the bullets with the waves of our hand. Marcus and I began to fire pulse wave in the direction of the gunfire. Fletch stayed ducked down in the center of the fight. The Human fighters were one by one being taken out now there was only three or four left in the same area straight a head of us. I signaled to Fletch now was the time.

He stood up, clasped his hands together and thrust them toward the final group. A brilliant white light that temporarily blinded me shot from his hands and engulfed the enemy. There was no more gunfire. Micah and Kira ran to the Fletch, so did Marcus and I. From behind us where no enemies had been detected came more gun fire. This time we were caught off guard, Kira was hit and so was fletch. The small canisters spewing green smoke came by the dozen. Micah threw up a shield around us but it was a moment too late. there was a canister inside the shield. Smoke filled our shield and one by one we passed out. The shield dropped. We were lifeless on the street, my consciousness floated above me watching. 5 human soldiers in gas masks approached. The front man pulled a photo out of his pocket and looked at it then at each one of us. He poked me with the barrel of his gun, "This is the one. Take him and get rid of the rest."

This was the moment that I woke up. I had other dreams but aside from these two I can't remember. Better luck tomorrow. I am determined to find out which house I am going to be sorted into.

Captains log: November 3, 2011

Last night's series of dreams ranged from the bizarre to the fantastic. The meanings of these dreams are yet to be discovered, but the profundity of them lingers during my waking state.

The first set of dreams included an apocalyptic war where the machines had taken over. And it was my job to fight them of single handed with the sword of destiny. In the heat of the battle I was able to dispatch many of the bloody machines into the great scrap pile in the sky. Suddenly a white horse approached from the east, the rider of this beast was none other than President Obama, dressed in an elaborate Abraham Lincoln costume. He stood beside me and said forcefully. "You were born to bring peace to mankind, now lets rewire these sons of bitches." Together we destroyed the entire Cyborg hoard. A moment later we were addressing a crowd of millions gathered at the monument built to remember the epic battle, and he began to give the "Four score and seven years ago" speech. The crowd cheered and I faded out.


The next dream begins with me in a small scientific exploratory boat in Pacific ocean. I am a member of a group of scientists who are studying the great white shark. It is my turn to go into the water with them, but I decide against going down in a cage. Instead I dress in a chainmail suit, looking like a character from a Monty Python sketch, and jump into the water. There was a chain that had broken on my chainmail suit and it caused me to bleed. I couldn't really feel the bleeding but I saw the faint red tint rising from my left arm. Panic rose over me. I knew that not only was I in Great White Shark infested waters, I was outside the protection of the cage. I tried desperately to get back to the boat, but the suit was weighing me down and my progress was slow. Then a black sillohuette appeared below me, I knew at once that this was the vehicle of my demise. The fear took hold of me, paralyzing me like a prisoner. I couldn't move. The blackness grew larger, until a the clear shape of the beast shown through. He was large, grey and battle torn. This monster has been through more than the normal shark, his life run by conflict. He was a warrior and he was on the trail of fresh blood. His eyes black as the soul I imagined inhabited this body. He drew nearer to me and I let out a scream, which was little more than a stream of bubbles on the surface. He inched near me, when he was in striking distance, I pushed my arms out in front of my body defensively. The shark did not attack me, he slapped his fin against my out stretched hand. We shared a moment of knowing. The shark and I just high five-ed and we are now homies" Fade out.