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This is the first time I'm attempting to consciously remember and record my dream. I'm treating this as both an experiment and an experience into existen... fuck it, I just wanna record this.

I can barely remember my dream, but it was colorful. That's... about it? It was like walking through a mist in a horror movie and looking at streetlights through foggy lenses. The edges of my vision were foggy like I'm looking through goggles. The difference is, streetlights don't pulsate ever so slightly, with each pulse emitting a small tuft of light that explodes in a yellow flash, but slowly fades into the darkness while fading into more somber tones that match the black background.

My friend once had a bad trip, and said at the time, he felt like he was riding a roller coaster, and there was a being made of light that he knew was me. I like to joke that he discovered my true form as a Helix of Light guiding him like Virgil through a chaos-hell of seizures and infinite time. It made me feel like a Final Fantasy End Boss.

ANYWAYS, that's what I thought of when I recorded this.

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

Somehow, I managed to get to the pyramids. I was flying very fast towards them, so much so that the sides of my vision blurred. My body was straight, hands by my sides, feet together, but I was not tense. To become tense at such a velocity, I imagined, would be rather painful. Frankly, I do not know whether I was lucid or not, and both seemed applicable for the situation and my thoughts.

A hard, orange haze had a dramatic presence here, at sky level, far above and around the pyramids, but not in my flight path. The sun provided limited light through the deeply foggy orange sky. For whatever reason, I always enjoyed when the sky was cloudy enough I had an excuse to stare directly at the sun without hurting my eyes, which is a heavily surreal experience for my eyes, who do not understand why there is a large, blurry, somewhat-bright circle where the sun should be.



Getting closer to the pyramids, I saw sand rolling in a cloud, clockwise around them. In fact, I saw a vague wall of wind circling the pyramids. The occasional foggy ripples in the air formed a cylindrical barrier of wind, extending into the thicker haze above. Luckily, the barrier seemed to have a big section cut out in my flight path, so I flew right through.

At this point, I could be considered 'dangerously' close to the pyramids, enough to risk face planting directly into the side of the ruined side of the Khafre (Center) pyramid. And at this speed, I may also shatter each of my vertebrae and turn into an organic accordion. As hilarious as this would be, I turned suddenly to my right and began circling the pyramids clockwise along with the dust and wind. I made an amusing not that the sudden change in forward velocity should have crushed my ribcage and destroy several vertebrae, but not turn my into an accordion, so it would not have been so hilarious.

I circled in a tight oval around the pyramids. I looked down on the Menkuara pyramid. This pyramid is the smallest pyramid, and was also the closest one to me when I entered. It was still the closest to me, but that was because I was almost directly above it. On one of the sides of the pyramid, the outward side I think, something was certainly happening.

Of course, I have absolutely no recollection whatsoever of what it was. It could have ranged from a little dust devil to a giant sand worm, or a gunfight, or anything. But whatever it was was small enough to fit in the shadow cast by the pyramid.

Shortly after I began descending for a closer look, I woke up.

09/03/10



I'm on a scaffold next to a roof, scooping leaves out of the gutter. I scrape the soggy mess away from the shingles and into the eavestrough, then pull it all out. The leaves disappear at this point. There's nowhere to put them.

I'm moving slowly from left to right, caught up in the mindless task. The dream is pleasantly hazy and restful. And then... the roof falls away.

I'm left looking at a collapsed section of the roof. It leads down to a shallow pit filled with tar. The wind stirs up a bit, and I remember that this was the center of a huge mystical battle. Many people died. The rumours say that it's haunted, but no one wants to believe that. For a loved one to be trapped as a ghost is one of the worst experiences imaginable in this world.

A glint of red catches my eye. The sun lights up the crevasse, showing a red-haired woman standing quietly. Her hands are folded in front of her. She stares ahead with a blank expression.

A man comes over from where he's been working on the roof, probably wondering why I've stopped. He's physically imposing, in his late 40s at least, and he's wearing an eyepatch. When he sees the ghost in front of him, he goes very still.

I can feel his sadness.

I wake up.

Scare Factor: 2/10
Rating: 4/10

The ghosts were most definitely inspired by the Felix Castor book I'm reading right now.

P.S. I'll be gone for the weekend. If I have any interesting dreams, I'll keep track of them.

Hello, I'm on sleeping pills. This should be interesting.

09/01/10



I'm in the midst of an ill-defined series of sex dreams. I remember switching genders at least once. Something clues me into the fact that I'm dreaming, but I'm feeling a little distracted at the moment.

The dream is morphing. I feel disconnected, and there's a whole bunch of white space. A DC turns into something two-dimensional. A person-sized poster? A mirror? The image in the glass-slash-paper is still the same man. He doesn't seem concerned.

I'm sleepy.

Mirrors. Nomad. I wander outside, unconcerned with how I get there. There's a lonely cluster of pine trees, surrounded by a mish-mash of buildings associated with my childhood. The dirt has been tilled recently; there's not even a bit of debris left on the ground.

"You're in a forest, surrounded by black-barked trees." I recall, "There's a path. Something left." I pause, trying to remember. "Late summer."

I give up at this point. I was hoping to call up the requisite imagery just by reciting the words, but it looks like that plan's out.

I walk up the dirt path. There's an idea in my mind, that I need to shed my clothing to complete a ritual. The mirror is in the trees. I throw a light-coloured button-up shirt to the side and brush my hands over a tank top. I'm hoping that my shapeshifting won't go out of control, because I'm pretty sure I'm stuck halfway between forms. I'm not in the mindset of my character. Everything is out of focus.

Another distraction. I'm running down an alley, towards someone. Jumping a white fence. Trying to find trees at the center of a labyrinth.

Scare Factor: 1/10
Rating: 3/10

Attempt at WakingNomad's Serial Dream RPG.

Sorry that I haven't been reading anyone's dream journals, by the way. I don't have the energy right now, so I'll get at them when I can.

Cheers.