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April 17, 12. 10pm-5am

I was talking to a glowing pink, blue and white ball of light.(it was either one of those skyrim balls of light, or God. I'm not sure.) He had a strong voice, and was telling the rules of the place in was in. I'm not sure where I was.(maybe heaven...) "the light" was telling me there was one of everything and most things could only be used once. I wanted the color green and by old phone back.My dog Rusty wanted something i wanted as well, I kept pushing him back so, he couldn't have it. I told Rusty,"get down, you can't have it, it's mine. Then, "the light" told me about a verse that every body gets at some point of there stay. "Once you complete the assignment it goes to someone else," he informed me. I finally got Rusty to stop and he laid down at my feet. "the light" gave me the verse and told me what to do, I ran off to my car to get started. - End Dream-

Thoughts-

what a odd dream. I remembered more than I thought I did. I think the part with Rusty came from him getting in my face at night and I push him down to my feet.

The following dreams were all linked together and can be viewed as one dream interrupted by waking up.

Dream # 1:

I was with several of my fellow students from college. I'm not certain exactly where we were supposed to be, but we were abroad and staying at a hotel. While everyone else was occupied with something, I found myself bored and alone. Juan, who had been our nature guide on a previos trip IRL, offered to drive me to the city to do some sight seeing. So we found a rather large van, and I climbed in. It was incredibly awkward, because the van was meant to seat 15 people, and it was only me. Just before we were about to leave, several other students decided they wanted to sight see as well, and climbed into the van.

We drove to our destination, which turned out to be London. We parked on the street, and went for a stroll. The buildings were very beautiful, and I spent a lot of time looking up and all the unique architectural features of the buildings. After walking for a while, we decided to go into a gift shop. It was very large, but didn't actually have very much for sale. There were a few racks of mugs and keychains, and the rest was clothing. I saw a shiny purple sleeveless shirt hanging on a rack, and for some reason I really wanted it. It buttoned up the front, and was extrememly form-fitting. Not to mention metallic. I looked through several racks, but I couldn't find my size. The more I looked, the more irritated I got. Then I was woken up.

Dream # 2:

I was with the same students, but we were now in the jungle. Everything was very green, and we were staying in wooden cabins. There was one cabin on legs with a ramp leading up to the door. That's where our professor was conducting a test, and he had a woman helping him. I had never seen her before, but she was important for the test somehow. When I was my turn to take the test, I went into a large cage, where a metal basket of grass was waiting. My task was to try to get as much grass out as possible. I thought it would be easy, but the grass got stuck in the holes. I repeatedly banged it off the ground to get the grass loose. When I decided it was as clean as it was going to get, I took the basket to my professor, and they checked it out. I didn't receive my grade at that point, so I decided to go see what some of the girls were doing.

I went into the lodge, and found two of the girls at a table making crafts. One was making necklaces and metallica purses with cats on them. The other was making dog collars. I sat down with them and started sticking metallica fabric together, and tried to make something. I'm really not sure what I was making, but I was woken up again.

Dream # 3:

I was back in the lodge again, sitting at the craft table, but I was no longer making anything. It was dark out, and all of the students were inside. I looked out the window and saw the sun begin to rise. It was huge and really orange, much like the sunrise in the Lion King. As I looked at it, the round edges of the sun began to ripple and flare out. The sun soon transformed into a wave of fire, and it was coming closer. We all went outside and watched as the flames came towards us. There was nowhere we could hide that would protect us from such a massive fire. When it came to us, it vaporized everyone instantly.

A split second later, several of us returned to existence. It was a very strange feeling. We had just been consumed by fire, and suddenly we were whole again. However, not all of us had returned. We immediately went inside and turned on the television. Every channel had the news on, and it reported the mysterious fire that swept across the world. Some newscasters were saying that it was the wrath of God punishing the earth and only those who had good in their hearts were left alive. I found this to be very disheartening, because a few of our classmates didn't come back, and I couldn't imagine them being evil.

Regardless of what it was, everybody was scared, and we stayed inside all day, looking out the windows for another wave of fire. When night fell, we began to see funny things in the sky. They looked like fireworks almost, but really they were more like those LED christmas decorations that people hang in their windows. They were rainbow colored, and shaped like flowers. They would appear in the sky, and then disappear. As we watched the display, I came to the conclusion that this was a version of the rainbow after the Great Flood. God was sending the world a message that he would not send anymore fire. After coming to this conclusion, I woke up.

I've been searching the internet for information on Silver Entities in the void. The most meaningful that I came across had to do with two things:

1. The void is nothingness and within the emptiness there is creation. Because when we have nothing, we can begin to fill the void with something. (paraphrased and not very eloquently, but I hope you get the gist.)

2. Light is made up of many colors. And when God created light he created all that is. From that light, the angels were also created. Twin angels Scaphariel and Seraphiel. Both are male. Scaphariel is Golden. Seraphiel is Silver. One represents the male archetype and the other the female. Twin forms of light. Gold holds the space for creations while silver enlivens and activates what is created. Together they are known as the Source Rays.

My silver man, was just that, male. I am female. He was silver and I was gold. We did ... erm...'unite' so to speak at one point. If I take the void to mean a place of creation and the silver man was aiding me, perhaps he was helping me to create? Just as yin and yang is needed in all of life - so is male and female to keep a balance. Am I just grasping at straws here or does that seem somewhat logical? I am an artist and author. I also was working/experimenting with healing energies.

Thoughts?

In my dream my identity was being transformed. It was more like a stripping away and revealing hidden identity of myself. This was happening to a small group of people besides myself as well. And we were being drawn together as we understood how we were becoming similar in our identity transformation. It was somehow important in that it was only us out of millions of people. I don't know what the outcome might be, the dream ended before that.

The dream became out of first-person view, then into a movie theater setting. In the movie theater was God, as a old guy with a beard though I knew who he was. The shorter guy sitting on his lap was the Holy Spirit. They were talking to Jesus who was a few chairs over. Now I got the feeling that this was not really God in my dream, just my dream view of God. I don't remember what they said, but it was shortly after this when I realized I needed to remember a strange word that came to me. It was Gamorii.

I woke up with the word Gamorii on my mind as if I were trying to remember it for some reason. Interpretations welcome. Also the meaning of Gamorii. Thanks

I was in a library, apparently in the horror section. I saw three books. Two had covers of trees in sepia tone. They had dirt roads, and were really eerie. The first was titled "incendia" with a small i

The title "incendia" would be a command in Spanish telling someone to burn something. In my dream in meant "burried treasure." The book was about a treasure burried in some really scary woods.

The next book was titled "ha habducida" which meant "you have been abducted." Again, this was set in some really scary looking woods.

The third book made this one of the best dreams I've ever had. There was a Tyrannosaurus Rex chasing a little boy about age 4. The Tyrannosaurus was painted in a patchwork of pastel colors. The boy was a shadow. The title of the book was "GOD HATES YOU"

The boy was supposed to be the only person in this prehistoric world. I thought about the setting and understood the title.

I thought about this collection of books and wondered what would inspire someone to read them. I then thought that if I were a librarian, I would probably read every book in the library including these books as I'd want to be able to say that I had read every book in the library.

I just took a hour and a half nap, and became lucid!

I was walking in a large, cold grocery store in the middle of the fruit section. I was holding an orange that was the size of a watermelon. I was debating whether or not it was good enough to buy.

A girl came up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. "That orange right there is begging for you to buy it. Why don't you put that orange down, and buy that one?" I looked at the orange she was talking about, and it started moving around.

The thought that this might be a dream randomly crossed my thoughts. How did I get here? I asked myself. I remembered falling asleep for a nap, and did a reality check to confirm I was dreaming. I was!

I cleared my mind, and stabilized my dream. My first thought was to do the Task of the Month!

I decided I wanted to do the advanced task first, and turn into Poseidon. I wanted to be underwater to do that, of course!

I planned to walk through a wall, and on the other side would be the ocean! I saw a blank wall across from me, and back up. I ran at full speed at it, and BAM! I was in the ocean. I wanted to transform into Poseidon, and I figured the best way to do that was to find him and melt into his body.

I turned around and expected him to be there. He was there towering over me looking ANGRY. "YOU DO NOT TAKE MY PLACE AS A GOD!" He yelled.

I ran towards him, jumped and melted into his body. I could feel myself in his body now, controlling him. I was him. Well that was easy... I thought to myself.

I decided to test out my divine water bending skills. I held out my hands and held them together in front of me. I then separated them, and imagined ALL the water being separating with my hands. The ocean literally split right in half, and there was a long gap in the middle.

The floor of the gap was made of wet sand. I flew upwards, and let the water fall back down into the giant gap. I concentrated on a big section of water and made it float up and shoot into space. The vividness of it was amazing. I could feel the cold water on my feet.

I played around with the water a little more, and decided to go trick or treating. I looked down at my body and I was a GIANT. I looked about 15 feet tall, so I decided to shrink down to 4 feet, and look like a kid.

I flew across the water, while it splashed me in the face. After a minute or so, I saw what I was looking for: an island. This island had Halloween decorations EVERYWHERE and was filled with pumpkins. I landed on it, and it was very crowded. There were kids everywhere

I blended in with all the kids, and went to the nearest house I could find. The house was dark green, two story's, and had a rather large door. I went up to it and knocked. It opened immediately, and an old lady stared down at me. She smiled.

"Oh look at how cute you look! You are dressed up as Poseidon? I love that beard! It looks SO real!" she said to me.

I nodded and held out my hands to see what she would give me.

"Don't you have a bag to put you candy in?" she asked me.

I looked down and realized I didn't have a bag! I shaped one out of water, and froze it. I looked back up and she stared at me, horrified.

"Can I PLEASE have my candy now?" I said. She put a Jolly Rancher into my ice bag, her hand was shaking. Suddenly, fire came shooting out of her hand and my bag melted. She grinned at me, looking evil. I look around and all the kids were gone!

I quickly made a big wave and smashed it into her house. It collapsed. She grabbed my shoulder, and then I woke up. I wanted the dream to continue! I tried to fall back asleep, but couldn't. Maybe I can continue this tonight! Thanks for reading

28.09.2011

I become Zeus within a dream and went Trick or Treat (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going with Ana in a car trip. She was going to drive as I felt very tired. It was getting dark, so I got comfortable in my car and tried to fall asleep.

I found myself in a small town and realized that since I went to sleep in the car, I was dreaming (funny, accepting the reality of a dream, but not realized I went to sleep in a dream) I was in front of a big mountain. Such mountain was filled by houses and stores. I took a small flight to make my dream crystal clear and immediately recalled the ToTM.

I thought about transforming again into God Phoenix, but I realized that was a Roman God and not a Greek one. I decided to aim for Zeus. I started to visualize lighting bolts sparkling within my hands. Soon, I started to grow. My arms and chest became very muscular and I grew up in size. I suddenly had a huge lighting bolt in my hand. A voice told me I was Zeus and I owned the Master Bolt.








I figured with the basic done, I needed a costumer, but again, as it was a dream, I really did not care about it. I flew to one of the homes on the mountain and knocked the door requested trick or treat.
A kid opened the door and gave me a small purple ball. I tasted it. It was like strawberries.

With both task done, I decided to try to project, but suddenly I felt my dream body moving abruptly.

I woke up in the car. We had an accident and the dream turned third person. My parents where there and they were talking with my wife. She was freaking out due the accident. I tried to ask her what happened, but she was too nervous to talk.
A little after, I woke up for real.

Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

26-09-11Again planned on doing a wbtb, but this is just not the technique for me unless it happens naturally, which it does quite a lot. My recall has taken a dip, like a massive dip. I only remember forgetting more dreams than actually recalling them.

My intentions were same as before, decide what to do once I am awake during the wbtb. I only managed to think of Chichén Itzá firmly a couple of times. Anyways here goes.

“Mountain temple, in my honour”

The dreams starts out in birds eye perspective and I am looking at the mountains. In the midst of all the dark grey cliff tops covered in snow there is this temple to me, it looks a lot like La Sagrada Famila and there is a small city below.

I was a warlord or deity/demigod. I had constructed a temple high in the mountains. Some of the walls leading up to the main temple building from the city below looked a bit like the artwork of the original front entrance of La Sagrada Familia. The walls kept growing longer and longer throughout the dream.

Below the temple there was a city that I had constructed and continued to develop through the course of the dream. The houses were mainly constructed out of brick walls though it looked crude and pelleted and less like actual masonry.

I am walking through the city trying to find a spot where I can build more homes. The way this works is by me finding a piece of wall and trying to put down a house where I want it to be constructed. I am walking under this bridge, I think I have a brief moment where I think to myself that it is completely illogical that the bridge is where it is. The bridge means that there are only a few selected places where I can put down the housing. The invisible plan I am dragging around for the house lights up in blue when I find a suitable area.

I can only put two or three rows of housing under the bridge and I abandon the idea and start walking out in the city again. I then look up and realise that I haven't utilised the upper floors of most of the buildings I have already placed. This will be a great way to achieve more space for my followers. I don't think I actually need more, but more space might lure more, which might have some sort of benefit.

As I am standing contemplating the difficulty of what I am about to endeavour into, Guilermo of weeds walk up to me with a Glock in his hands. He is out to get me, though I can't exactly remember why so, but I know he has a fairly good reason. I look around and see that it will be difficult for me to run.

A stranger shrouded in darkness comes up and somehow wrestle the gun from Guilermo, think in retrospect he might have used telekinesis because it happened from a far. The stranger proclaims that there is only one shot left in the gun and it is useless or something. Guilermo pulls the trigger into his own finger and one shot is fired but doesn't cause him harm or even pain it would seem.

I flee back to my flat (apparently forgetting that the temple is for me). And soon thereafter Michael L comes knocking on my door. He has basically assumed the role of Guilermo and is out to get me now. I think I manage to beat him up a bit and wrestle the gun from him.

I go to bed and wake up shortly after to the sound of Michael and another bloke in the room. We take a trip down strange lane as Michael explains that he has found a neutral party to rationalise why he has a right to kill me. This guy Michael explains is called Jesper and he knows both of us.

I explain that I don't know him, and then Michael explains a bit more about him. It turns out that Jesper is a good friend of Michael's family and that he has once been in their house with my dad when they were working as builders. So I object to this allegedly “neutral” party and start beating up Michael again. I end up punching the wall pretending it to be Michael's head, which seems to work as I am gradually getting closer to the wall with each successive punch. In the end I have bashed his head into oblivion with my knuckles and I am making holes in the wall.

I then start talking to Jesper trying to justify my actions, and maybe keep him around a bit so he doesn't go running straight to the cops. Jesper tries to explain that Michael was just disappointed in me. I say “Why did he always bring a gun when he came seeing me then!?” Jesper replies with suspicion in his voice. “It was a Glock” I say. “Shit” Jesper replies. I think he just figured out where his Glock had gone.

Skip

I am talking to Jesper that I bought this car in a second hand shop and that it was quite a good deal. Still in the room as the violence went down. The car came with a purse a rather large red handbag and I am a bit embarrassed about this. I do hope the keys are in there as I am rummaging through the bag. I pick out a bundle of keys and notice that not only are there keys to the car, but also a hell of a lot of other things. I remember one key in particular being fairly wide and blue/green. I was excited in finding out what these keys were for.

Wake up.

Notes: That stranger surrounded in darkness could well have been another dreamer. I had no idea why he was there or what he intended. I always seem to have a vague idea what DCs are plotting, though this guy/girl was a complete blank.

25.09.2011

Morph into the God Phoenix! (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I woke up in the early morning and told myself I wanted to have a nice lucid dream.

I was walking in a big field. I was away from home and from the busy civilization.

I turned lucid spontaneously. The dream went crystal clear. As usual, I took a flight to make sure the dream was stable. It was a very hot day and the sky was dark blue. Not one single cloud. I could feel the heat from the sun beams in my face... I really enjoyed this flight until I saw a young dark haired female DC.

She approached at me and asked me to take a flight with her. We did take a flight, and suddenly, we appeared right in front of a castle. The castle looked medieval, so I figured we could have time traveled.

As we approached the castle, the sky got darker, until it was night. The entrance of the castle had a regular door, instead of the huge hatches castles have. When we entered, I saw a big bazaar. There was a lot of stuff to sale, the aisles were very tight. But I did not focus on this. There was a battle going on within the gardens of the castle.

I wanted to join the fight, but not in human form. I thought it would be cool if I morphed into a phoenix. I realized that morphing is not my big thing in a dream, and turning into a whole phoenix could be kind of hard.

I visualized flames around me and wings. Suddenly, I saw myself as a phoenix. I was flying over the gardens. These had a big pool in the very middle and I could see my reflection.







I then visualized fire coming out from my body into the soldiers. I saw right away all the soldiers runing in dispair. I could see they were in flames. I also saw how the gardens were burning down and even, some flames were in the pool, still burning.

After a few minutes, I found myself running out of fire, but I could lit myself up again.

A while later, when no more soldiers were running around, I found myself in my regular body.

After that, I had some plot with a lady and trying to have sex, without lucidity, and with little recall from here.

I was in my college dorm and walked outside to see the sidewalk from my house. Everyone was gathering and seeing what was happening, so I walked up too. God pulled up on a blue moped and started handing everyone red hats. This made everyone very mad and he started getting scared. He thought the crowd was going to riot. He put on a huge white hat juggled 7 balls with just the tip of it. Everyone was satisfied and went back to their dorms. I went back to mine, but no one was there. The dream turned to black and white and a hand hit the window infront of me. I woke up.

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Well I had quite a weird dream last night. It started off with me and John inside this building that we instinctively knew was in the US. For some reason, right across the street was Japan. It was like a dividing line, that even had different weather. In Japan at that time, the weather was rainy/gray and gloomy outside. I recall seeing this and running back to John saying "Dude, it sure is Protomen's dystopian world over there."

So he and I are walking through the streets when we want to find a place to eat, we pass by this fish & chips looking restaurant, and see Jon and someone else eating on some benches outside. I talk to him for a bit, and he recommends the food in the place, so we head in there. At this point for some reason my gf joins me, and we're looking inside the restaurant.

We instinctively knew it as a branch of Luke's Lobster, because it had the same logo on the outside, and also because when we walked in, I waved hi to one of the servers that was at another one. We spent a while trying to decide what to eat and looking at the menu. We decided, and when I went to the back, for some reason my parents were in a booth, and all of the sudden I was waiting for my meal with them. I'm not exactly sure when, but at some point I ended up running away because people were attacking the restaurant, I think it was the actual people working there, like it was some sort of trap.

The dream jumps at this point, and the next thing I can remember is running away, but then needing to go back because my sister/gf was going with the villains for some reason. I sneak into their building which appears to be owned by models, since I can recall chasing after at least someone that LOOKED like Tyra into an elevator. At some point, I found Kate just before the bottom floor, and asked her why she was here. She pointed to her face a few times and she said it was for her cheeks, she wanted to get plastic surgery on them. Of course to me this sounded ridiculous and I was trying to say that it's not worth it for that and wtf is wrong with your cheeks anyway.

She ignores me and goes in. There is this regal looking old man sitting on a throne in a golden room who seemed like the leader. It is he that tells me my sister/gf is God's chosen one/a new prophet or something. At this point it turns into my gf, and I find her and ask her to let me see her front. This is because the King/Godly looking man said there were markings all over her that proved this claim. I looked and for a while I could not see anything, but then sure enough there were words and lettering that said they had some meaning.

(There were sequences of numbers, but sadly I cannot remember any of them so I can't play them in the lottery)

Well, I convinced my gf to get out of there with me and run, and she wholeheartedly agreed because she was scared and didn't want this burden. It now turns into me being hunted down by the people that attacked the restaurant earlier. It seems like instead I was in the middle of a war between two sides, possibly the villains and some rebellion. Both carried different colored lightsaber's from the game No More Heroes, so I got the impression that they were assassin's. Some guy with insane skills was fighting off this female assassin chasing me with one of those lightsabers, and I remember him getting in a tricky position, and me gathering up courage and grabbing one of these lightsabers near me to put on the pressure.

This is when the dream starts to not get so nice. One who is not trained in any type of weapon combat should not pick up a lightsaber and attempt to help in a battle. The guy and girl were stuck in like a deadlock, and I attacked as well to try and break him out of it in the advantage, but all this got me was a cut across my waist, impaled through my leg, and basically killed me. Though I respawned somewhere else in the city. I was now running for my life being chased by the woman, but I would attempt to fight back everynow and then, but it would always end up with her winning out and killing me. After like two times I genuinely began to run to try and avoid any conflict, because even in a dream getting cut hurts.

At some point I was fighting her again, and the skilled guy from before came up. They talked for a bit, and I instinctively knew that he wanted to test me, and to convince me to never return here. He started to fight me, and I fought back with everything I had, but it ended up with me getting severed through the waist in a finishing move like it was nothing.

The last part of the dream ended with me and my gf running away from the city, and making it back to her dad's car where he was driving us back home, for some reason I had no underwear on and just a long shirt, and my gf chided me for trying to put it on while in the car.

Nightwalker

I am in my apartment. I am dreaming. How did I get here. I feel a creepy presence. I turn, and I see it’s just my reflection. Just a seven foot tall lanky demon in the mirror. I scratch my chin. Oh, hey that’s me. That’s right. Nightmare time. MUHAHHAAHA!
I summon seven mirrors. Each one has a different Self or version of me... Timelyst Knight, my Future Self Lord of Knight, the immortal android from the future, with an adamantium body, and symbiote armor. Soulkyst, my Vampire Self, with pale lavendar skin, and long white hair. 3Juargawn, my Beast Self, God of Nothing, the Jaguar-Man. Peter Pan, my Inner Child, who resides in my Inner World, NeverWonderHell. I see the other mirrors changing into different forms... Solgawn, the Minotaur from another dimension, Deathgawn, my Demon Self...

Aha, my Angel Self! How profane! I pull my angel self out of the mirror like a suit, and become an angeldemon. I writhe in pain as my angel helmet burns into my flesh before finally fusing with my skull. I wield the Flaming Sword of Michael, and it burns itself into my hand. I scream it pain as it fuses to my hand. Feathery bat wings grow out from my back. My skin is half red, and half covered in tiny white feathers. I feel like I am going to vomit. I spin around, and the dream changes. I am in Hades. Gawn is sitting upon the throne of Hades. He is continuing a conversation, gesturing in disgust to an animal in a cage next to me. “...and furthermore, I have no energy to feed it, unless you would like it to feast upon you. So- what have we here? Nomad?”
For some reason, I am about three feet tall. I bend over and cough.
“Stand up, you!”
I stand before Gawn the Dream Warrior Master, my father-in-law, and look him in the eyes, with one yellow eye, and one red.
“Holy shit. You actually did it. You’re one crazy fucking bastard, man. I give you that. I definitely give you that. Holy fucking shit. Hey, that’s what I name your angeldevil demonangel whatever form: Holy Shit. HAHAH. FUCK YES. YOU LOOK FUCKING CRAZY. LOOK IN A MIRROR.” He summons a mirror.
I kind of look like Two-Face, but, angel and demon.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Nomad?”
“We are all one, Father-In-Law.”
“Oh, there are no laws, cut the bullshit, son. lol.”
“So, you thought, ‘oh, hey, I am a badass. I am going to infect the Hive Mind with the Ultimate Coolness. Since we are all one, I will just prance through the Dream Plane as an angeldemon doing the work of Gawn?”
“Something like that, Your Honor,” I cough.
“Someone give this man a drink of water, or hm.. pomegranate juice, I heard he likes that. And don’t call me that, you little weird alien boy.”
“I grin,” I grin.
“And do stop narrating out loud everything you do.” DOH! “Now, walk with me through these cartoony purpley grey caverns, and we shall speak of dreams and other dimensions, but mostly... Nightwalkers.”
“Uh... what’s a Nightwalker?”
“You, apparently.”
“Is that like a Nightstalker?”
“No! Nightstalkers are ignorant demon posessed fools! Or infected children, or weak minds, poor things. Nightwalkers are a different breed. You will see.” Gawn leads me to a giant door with letters carved in the purpley grey rock: NIGHTWALKERS in yellow letters. There is a note nailed to the door which reads: If you like be one Nightwalker, take an application to the left of the signe. If not, go away. After you take the application, throw it away, because you are not fit to be a Nightwalker. Lol.
Sincerely,
The Nightwalkers
P.S. I’ll haunt your fuckin dreams, bitch.

I then realize the door is Wounded Paw, the Native American Dreamwalker I saw in my dream so long ago. “WOUNDED PAW!” I shout. He morphs into a human and grins at me. He creates a portal, and we walk through together. We walk up a flight of stairs. The stairs rumble then grow slippery, which I ignore, until they feel like living flesh beneath my feet. Gross. Eyeballs roll down next to me. Then, a river of blood, pus, and vomit. I begin to smell it. I summon a clip over my nose.
“Okay, this doesn’t scare me, it just grosses me out.”
“FUCK YOU! YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!” Wounded Paw grabs me by the throat, and shoves me into a dream where I am in an insane asylum, trapped in a straightjacket. I want to do an RC, but I can’t move my hands. Fuck. This must be real. Yeah, it looks real. How the fuck did I get here. Oh, right... dreams. I told too many people that I can do dream sharing. The government said I could either work for them, or they would drive me crazy. I ignored them. Little did I know they just made me look crazy, as a form of imprisonment. This is making me crazy! Being here, locked up. Goddammit. I should’ve never told anyone that I have been contacted by aliens. Of course those alien fuckwads are not going to save me. Fuck them. Shit shit shiT! AW SHIT.
Xaphor appears. “Dude, you are SO DREAMING.”
“No, I am not. I am going crazy, and you are a figment of my imagination.”
“STOP BEING AN IDIOT. WE HAVE THINGS TO DO. TAKE OFF YOUR COSTUME, AND LET’S GO, NOMAD.”
“Okay, I am just going to ignore you Mr. Figment. La la la...”
“Oh! You’re incorrigible.”
“Oh, good he’s gone.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Well, I can’t see you.”
“Because I am invisible.’
“Soon, I am going to stop hearing you.”
“No.”
“La la la.. I am just here in this padded room by myself.”
“NO YOU ARE NOT! STOP TALKING LIKE A RAVING LUNATIC, AND LISTEN TO ME. THIS IS A GODDAMNED DREAM, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! AA! YOU ARE PISSING ME OFF!”
“Whoah... that was really loud.. I actually felt the sound in my chest...”
“That’s because, I am real.”
“Are you a ghost?”
“No!” he shouts materializing in front of me. “I am your Dream Guide, he says, breathing hot dragon breath in my face. I feel like I just got sunburned. Ow...”
“Okay, this is obviously real, so how did I get here?”
Xaphor leaps upon my legs, and bites my face. I scream in pain, and writhe out of my straightjacket, ripping it off and Xaphor, flinging him across the room. He hits the wall and smiles. “That’s th spirit, Nomad. Now let’s kick some interdimensional ass.”
“Stop trying to make me sound crazy, demon!” I shout, becoming a demon zombie.
“Why are you morphing?”
“I don’t know, Xaphor.”
“You are in Nightwalker School.”
“Holy shit! I forgot.’
“Yes. Epic PHAIL! on your part. Looks like Wounded Paw is not going to hire you.”
“Dude, I don’t even know what a Nightwalker is. Gawn doesn’t tell me shit! It’s annoying.”
“You should trust him. He is the Dream Warrior Master.”
“I do trust him, but that has nothing to do with being curious.”
“Maybe he doesn’t think you are ready.”
“What is a Nightwalker, Xaphor? No riddles.”
“You made it up.”
“Oh... uh... no I didn’t! What the fuck?”
“A Nightwalker is a dream invader, a Nightmare Inducer. A Nightwalker induces two types of nightmares for two different reasons. One nightmare is the Adventure Nightmare. A Nightwalker will invade the dream of a non-lucid dreamer to induce lucidity and recall through fear or amazement. The other type is Pure Vengeance. In this type of Nightmare, the Nightwalker will invade the dreams of an evil person, to avenge the victims of their evil deeds. These dreams are the ones in your Hidden DJ that you have in your dreams.” Xaphor reads from a book.
“Uh, what is that book?”
“Your book.”
“What’s the name?”
“Dreamwalking: Oneiromancy for the New Millennium.”
“Kind of long.”
“Meh.”

missing time

I am in a dojo. I am learning basic martial arts. “Time to get back to the basics, Nomad. Time to have lucid dreams in Alpha State. Valerian, Choline, use whatever aid you can. Melatonin, vitamins... just do it all. nothing is cheating. Mother Earth provides us with such things for dreaming. Electronics are machines made by man’s mind. Amazing. Do not fear of relying on such devices. When the time comes for you to become a cyborg, choose wisely a company known for quality, such as Yamaha.
As soon as he says “Yamaha,” I lunge at him, knowing he must be some Templar fuckwad trying to infect my dreams with Consumerism. “FUCK YOUR PRODUCT PLACEMENT, BITCH!” I shout, as I leap upon his chest, and beat his ass. It’s Gawn. “It’s Gawn.” I stand up.
“Yes, I know who I am. You don’t have to tell me, idiot.”
“”Oh, shit! Did I say that out loud?”
Gawn rolls his eyes. “Actually, the founder of Yamaha is an avid lucid dreamer, who dreams about quality, and perfection. He plays every saxaphone, drives every motorcycle in his dreams after the engineers come to him with their designs. He has taught his top designers to lucid dream. In fact, its a requirement for all lead engineers of Yamaha to be able to lucid dream at will.”
“Are you serious.”
“Yes.”
“So, are you saying I should work for Yamaha?”

“No, I am just saying when you buy your cyborg parts for your body, look for a company with a reputation for quality. Wake up! You are dreaming.”
“Oh, right. I forgot. Thanks. Oh wow. I am. Gawn, I have to wake up, an write this down.”

“Do it.”

I vibrate, rolling around.... I leap up out of my body. AHA!

I AM DREAMING, AND I KNOW IT!

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I am a minotaur surrounded by my Minotaur brethren. Daygawn?
“Yes, Solgawn, my brother. Tonight, we shall battle on the GREEN MOON!”
“Who shall we battle?”
“All.”
All the minotaurs are masters of different elements... fire, earth, water, wind, light, dark, and love. We step outside. My yard... is as big as a park. There is a large matte black craft shaped like a predatory bird outside. We board.
One of the female minotaurs is hitting on me, and I like it. I guess because I am a minotaur.

The ship opens a portal, and we fly into the wormhole. Astral parasites try to stick to it, but they get electrocuted, and burn off. The Wyrm laughs.

We arrive hovering above the Colloseum in the Outer Lands. There are a whole bunch of people randomly fighting below. They point at the ship and stop fighting. We descend on small silver disks. “We are the Gods of War. And we have come to kick some ass!” I shout.
The warriors all cheer, and we leap down off of our disks, and cause earthquakes as we land. The warriors tumble about, and attack us.
It’s pure chaos. I am spinning two hand axes. I shoot them out, and bring them back. I feel invincible. I hear Raven saying something to me. I see there is some nightmare beast in the astral plane in her room. I make a portal, and bounce the fuck out.

Someone grabs my ankle as I go into the wormhole. I see it’s the female minotaur that was hitting on me. “I am your Selene, in another dimension, Solgawn. I am Moonlove.” We make out and spin in the wormhole. We arrive in Raven’s bedroom. She is asleep. Her astral self is backed into a corner, frozen with fear. There is some gross astral demon, like a slimy shadow in front of her. It gurgles something in some ancient dark speech.
I shoot an axe into its back, and it screams in fury, and tries to turn to me, but I yank on the chain, and plummet my hidden blade into its back, slicing down the ribs. It screams again in pain, and tells me I am going to burn in Hell. I wrap chains around its neck and torso, crushing it. My chain becomes a steel snake. I look into the eyes of the demon. I see fear hidden by anger.
“I am Hell.”
I cock my fist back, and my witchblade forms over my fist. Tiny hinged blades appear on my fist, and clack against the armor in anticipation. I growl, and spiders and centipedes crawl out of my mouth and cover my body. I begin to cry, as if in grief. The demon is confused. I laugh, and the demon is angered. “So weak, so easily manipulated.”
“I am evil incarnate,” says the demon.
“lol,” I respond.
“What?”
I plunge a rotting cyborg vampire fist into the demon’s face, then remove the silver disk on my chest, and suck the demon through the black hole on my chest into another dimension. I then notice Moonlove has formed a shield over Raven, and is healing her. “Oh, you too, Solgawn. Covered in dark energy. Gross.” She sends pink and red healing energy to me. My symbiote eats the rest. I see Hetfield standing in the corner.
“You are in 1982, Time Traveler.” I am shocked. “You summoned me. Therefore, the gods of rock and roll look down on you with favor. They have bestowed boons of thunder upon your very soul.” I look into Hetfield’s eyes, and I see the history of his soul... He was born the second son of Thor, god of thunder... Lightning is everywhere. I see him rock and roll through time eternal. He just gives me a knowing grin. “Your love for Raven, and desire to heal her soul, has brought you back to this time. See, this is the time when you were separate, after you rejected her as a Dream Character. You wanted to believe, but you were afraid you were crazy. Raven never thought you were crazy. But, that didn’t matter because you did, Ancient Sun.”

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The words “Ancient Sun,” give me a flashback in my mind...
A tiny piece of a sun, solid light, spins out of a sun. “I am a soul!” it proclaims. “I am sentient! I am immortal! I will journey forth through this timeless place, and learn the mysteries of all! I love everything!” I realize I am that little light thing. I feel everything, every emotion in the universe... All the grief, pain, anger, desire, confusion, rage, passion, love, evil... It is all mine, and simultaneously belongs to nothing and no one... I am all, and nothing. I glow every color, and spin through the universe inhabiting beings to experience their being-ness.

“Raven often called you, but you refused to come... and then when the demons came, you couldn’t help. You wouldn’t accept help, and you wouldn’t fight. We let the monsters make you lucid, but still all you did was call out to Jesus. That would be you. When your love chakra burst open, your love for Raven opened your ears to hear her cry for help from the past. You are a Time Traveler, naturally, and this is what you will do. You will go into the past dreams of your close friends, and heal them and battle with them, from the future, just as your half-soul came to this timeline to help your friends, your family.”
Raven takes her hand away from her face, and looks around. She first looks at Hetfield, then Moonlove, then me. “You big minotaur-man. You remind me of Nomad. Are you his uncle... or...?”
“Something like that.”
“You are him. Hey, you’re from the future!” I can understand a lot of things adults talk about, you know. I am smart. So, don’t try to pull any fast ones. Nomad is not talking to me. He keeps telling me I am a figment of his imagination. IT SUCKS!” Raven starts crying. I kneel down and turn into my human self in my white desert clothes. She runs to me, and I hold her. She is so tiny at this age. “Can you please tell him? Tell him I’m real. You’re a Time Traveler, now we will Place Travel. Let’s go right now.”
“Okay!”
There are some little fairies hovering around Raven’s head. Raven holds my hand, and stands looking straight ahead. The fairies make a mirror portal. The mirror is blank. Raven says to the mirror: NOMAD!
My boy self appears on the mirror. (This is the age I went crazy for a year when the Greys contacted me in the forest.) I am trying to fend off a gang of imps with a cardboard shield and sword.
“Goddammit! Attack them boy! You can form greater weapons!” I urge my boy self. I turn into a great black warbeast, boar, jaguar, and wolf. Raven leaps upon my back, and summons a white and blue sword. Hetfield places a winged helmet on her head, and she grows angel wings. I roar, and Raven laughs. I leap into the mirror.

In the wormhole, I let my toungue hang out like a dog, as I glide on invisible currents to my past boy self. We descend from an epic sky portal on a silver disk, and alight on the ground in a cloud of dust before my boy self. Raven leaps off my back, and spins her sword into a double bladed staff. She grins, and lightning forms around her teeth. I growl, and my hackles raise. Some of the imps cower, other ones scowl at us. We attack. Raven becomes a white blur, and slices the demons in their guts. I run around and toss them around like a terrier tossing rats, breaking their evil necks. I summon the caduceus, and become an archangel. I summon my winged helm, and large angel wings grow out of back. I summon the flaming sword of Michael. I separate the sword into two, then levitate the swords vertically above my wrists, wielding them with invisible indestructible astral tentacles from my hand chakras. Fuck. Yes.
I whip the swords around like fucking toys. They slice through the demons like a hot knife through lard. An army of demons attacks us from all directions, swarming around us. I summom the Moonblade and toss it to my boy self. “NOMAD! WIELD THE MOONBLADE IT IS YOUR DESTINY!”
“But, I can’t-" my boy self says as he catches the blade. Suddenly, white light crawls over his body, then beams from his eyes. He floats off the ground, and white light shoots out of his mouth, eyes, and pores.
“MOON LIGHT, MOON BRIGHT"
Hetfield descends from the sky, and the gods of rock and roll bless us with THUNDER. BOOM! Raven thrusts her arm to the sky, and her robe becomes black as a winged obsidian sword descends from a thunderhead.
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She siezes the sword, and it is struck by electricity. There is a dark red gem like a ruby, which absorbs the lightning, then it crackles up the blade. She leaps upon a rock and proclaims. I am THE RAVEN KNIGHT, AND I WIELD THE RAVENSWORD OF AGES! I laugh at how amazingly epic she is.
“BANISH DEVIL”
My boy self slices a demon in half, then a portal floats up out of the eye of the blade, and pulls it into another dimension.
“WITH SACRED LIGHT!”
My boy self roars, and becomes a spotted jaguar-mandrill creature.
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He summons a shield, then beats it with his sword, screaming like a crazed banshee demon. We kick ass and take names as the demons come at us by the hundreds. Selene flies around, as a portal, transmitting all the ones we slay into another dimension. Hetfield floats above, laughing and charging our weapons with lightning, and our strikes with thunder.
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I see young Nomad fling his shield like a boomerang, and it decapitates mofos.
Raven’s blade dances around her with telekinesis, as she spins and casts thunder spells.

missing time

The three of us are sitting in a field of wildflowers on the Mountain in New Eden on the Moon. “...and so you can come here anytime, me!” I find myself saying to my boy self.
“I want to know everything you have to tell me. I want to know the truth about everything. I want you to train me. I hate these nightmares. I am tired of being afraid of everything in my WHOLE FUCKING LIFE!” my boy self says, and cries. I hug him. It feels very very strange. Raven runs to us, and hugs us.
“The most important thing,” I tell my boy self, “is that you realize that I am real, that Raven is real, Xaphor, everyone. We are your friends, and we want to help you and protect you.”
He nods, and says, “I will never forget you, man.”
“I am you,” I laugh, but for some reason, I am holding back tears.
Raven’s fairies open a portal and they hold hands and walk through. Raven blows me a kiss as they fade away.

“Oh my god, that was insane.”
“Yes, it was,” says a voice from behind me.
“Sar-” I turn, and see a reptilian red skinned snout protuding from a brown hood. “Xaphor, greetings, brother.”
“Did you forget I am your High Priest right now?”
“Sort of.”
Xaphor grumbles in annoyance. “And I supposed I am supposed to tell you what you are supposed to do next.”
“No.... Yes.”
Xaphor sighs and doesn’t say anything.
“Well, that’s what Sarnox always does.”
“I am not your dog, I am your dream guide. USE YOUR MIND. REMEMBER!”
I sigh in annoyance, and sit down and meditate.
I see Xaphor’s red dragon-gargoyle face float in front of me. “Use your mind! Use your mind!”
(right now there is a song playing, the lyrics: I won’t forget who I am. I won’t forget you.)
I see the Temple of Nothing, and open my eyes.
I stand up, shouting exuberantly, “TO THE TEMPLE OF NOTHING ON THE GREEN MOON!”
“You and your theatrics,” Xaphor rolls his eyes.
“But, OMG SO EPIC DUDE!” I say creating a portal.
“Uh... it’s not that far. We can fly.”
“And fly we shall!” I shout, turning into a sky blue dragon. “Climb upon my back, brother!”
“I have wings.” Xaphor tosses the robe aside. “I am a dragon, remember? I can fly.”
“And so you are, and so you shall!” I say, leaping into the sky.

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We fly over the forest canopy until we arrive at the Temple of Nothing. There is no one there. We alight on the landing pad. I look around, confused.
“Okay, here’s a hint: YOU CAME HERE AT THIS TIME ON PURPOSE BECAUSE YOU ARE A TIME TRAVELER, AND YOU WANTED TO GET HERE FIRST.”
“Oh yeah.”
Xaphor flashes me an image of a meditation in a dream where I told him I wanted to do that.
“Remember now?”
“Dude, yes.”
“Alright good.”
“Thanks for the ‘hint,’” I laugh.
“Smartass. Look! Here come the dreamers! Quick, change into some more recognizable form, or you will confuse anyone who has any semblance or remembering you from a previous dream!”
I watch the dreamers float down the dark rainbow road. “Huh? Oh right.” Hyu appears next to me.
“Nomad, I think I did it! Am I here? I think I am.” I transform into a catgod. “Why did you do that?”
‘I don’t want to confuse people.”
“Huh?”
“No time to explain. Here come the other dreamers, Hyu! This is going to be a massive shared dream. Unfortunately not too many people will remember it, but we are trying. And more and more people keep showing up. The momentum is building. Atras sparked something... something like dry tinder.”
“Astral? Astral ass?”
“No,” I laugh.
Suddenly a bunch of dreamers run up the steps of the temple. “Oh shit, where are we? Oh shit! Oh my god! Is this a shared dream?”
“YES! YOU ARE ALL DREAMING! NOW HAVE SOME POMEGRANATE JUICE FOR EPIC LULZ!”
I quiet my voice and broadcast to all their minds. “Calm yourself. Do nothing. You are dreaming. Sit down, wherever you are, and touch the dream, touch the ground with you hands. Pick up the dirt, and look at it. Stay here with me. Inhale nothing to know that you are dreaming. Take a deep breath of the dream air.” I quit broadcasting.
Surprisingly, a lot of dreamers listened to me. They seem to be calmly meditating, maintaining their Delta or Theta state. I can tell which person is which. Some of them stand up, and walk around. They look at the flowers, and smell them. I give people pomegranate juice. I float up to the top of the pyramid. Atras is waiting there for me.
“Dude, how can I remember this dream?”
“Hmm... how about wake up right now?”
“But, I don’t want to do that. This dream is too epic.”
“Okay, then when the dream starts to fade, wake yourself up.”
“I will try it. For now, I want to smell a flower in a dream. Atras floats down, and starts smelling flowers, then eating them.” I laugh and the dream fades.