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Not a dream necessarily, but this is about a recurring dream character named Denarius.

This dc officially appeared back in the summer of 2016, but it's possible that I may have met him much earlier. He's a young man who seems to be in his early twenties, has an olive-ish complexion and brown hair, but I can never remember much about his appearance. He's a lively person, loves cracking jokes and teasing me. He may be the absolute most aware dc I have ever had contact with, to the point it seems he is a sentient being that just likes to hang around more so than a part of myself.

Another strange thing is how for the life of me I continuously forget about him. Even if I write it down, it slips my mind, and I only remember when I read it again.

- He first appears in a dream I had in which I am stuck in a factory and cannot get out. He shuts off a machine that I am stuck on, and helps me escape the warehouse. I think nothing of it.

-He then appears again on July 5, 2016 in the beginning of an apocalyptic-style dream taking place at my work. The only thing I remember is him saying "You get yourself in a lt of trouble, don't you?" as if he remembered me, when I barely remembered him.

- Begin to identify him around 7-15-16. I am in yet another factory, but am lucid this time, and keep in mind this man has not crossed my mind once. I find him appearing almost half-asleep, dazed and confused. I "wake him up" and he freaks out for a moment, but I somehow manage to bring him into lucidity and we explore the plane together. This is the first time we actually hang out together. He tells me his name, but all I can remember upon waking is the first letter, D.

- I don't remember every time we meet, but he mostly talks my ear off, which is amusing.

- I won't get into details, but a whole issue I needed sorted out required a lot of people I knew from dreams (sounds bizzare, but maybe I will explain one day). I begin to actively search for D in hopes of bringing him in for my cause.

-When I do find him in December of 2016, he looks radically different, wearing refined clothing and boarding a ship. Granted, I looked different too, taking on a different form. We didn't even recognize each other at first. I then explain my purpose for meeting him but he starts acting strange, saying he wants nothing to do with my issues and leaves on his ship. I don't see him for six months in real time.

- Now, D appears in my lucid dream about the hotel (which I have posted here) like nothing has happened. In this dream I suddenly remember his name: Denarius. Ironically enough, his name is after a Roman coin I have never heard of, meaning "ten asses".

-He appears rather often after this, but I do not remember every specific time.

-The last solid appearance I remember as of now is August 2017, nearly a year ago, though I KNOW I have seen him since then. We were in a safe place so it seemed, and we caught up with each other. Telling him my full story seemed to make him slightly sad, but he listened. Our conversation was ended abruptly by a dark force piercing through our safety bubble.

I know for a fact I have seen him multiple times since this date, but I stopped keeping up with my dream journal regularly so I have no documentation. I vividly remember telling people about recent dreams with him in them, so I'll ask them if they remember. Something about Denarius makes him slip my mind so easily.

Update: Gonna keep this as a documentation of all our visits from now on.

-First off, there was another part to that library dream in the beginning. I'd actually had a dream before that in which he appeared out of nowhere to catch my little sister who was about to fall down the stairs. He noticed my discomfort for someone strange holding her, so he began to tease and pretend to drop her. Very funny.

Now things should stay recent, unless I remember more.

[From November 21, 2016]
I am trapped in a cage most of this dream. There is a huge wall of cages that contain a lot of people I know, but I only speak with my captor and the boy in the cage next to me...Denarius. He's shown up in many of my previous dreams, and it seems now that he is in his cage on purpose, following me in my dreams. I've also seen him in labs and factories, strange how he seems to show up in places of experimentation.

I don't know what I've done, but I have no way out. I am trapped in here for a long time, only given food each day. Eventually, Denarius casually remarks about this being a dream and phases right out of the cage. His familiar face combined with the action snaps me into lucidity for the moment.

With this knowledge, I manipulate the bars to let me out, and I believe we escape together, but I lose lucidity at this point and wake up.

This is the third dream in which the DC implied to be my dream-world husband appears. Note that in previous dreams, I had not felt repulsed by him. In this dream, and every one involving him since, his age has changed from in his 30s to in his 50s.

I am walking through the gardens of a mental institution with my mother. The day is pleasant and sunny, the flowers are more realistic-looking and less overblown and lurid than they usually are in my dreams. We walk through a tunnel of trees towards the entrance of the institution, talking about my marriage. My mother outright condemns my choice of partner, in particular the age gap between us (I am 20, he is in his late 30s). I, thinking about my marriage, am more concerned about the difficult relationship between my husband and I, than I am about the age difference.

We come to the entrance, there are two cars with chauffeurs waiting outside. The double doors open, and my husband runs out. I am startled by how he has aged, he is now in his early 50s although I am still 20, and haven’t aged. He runs over to me, making a fuss of me, bowing repeatedly and kissing my hand. I am disgusted by his behaviour: embarrassed because he’s making a scene in front of my mother and all the orderlies and I have to stand there and take it to be polite, and anxious because I know he’s only pretending to be respectful towards me and I’m wondering what he’ll do when we’re alone.

My mother is driven away in the first car. The institution staff go back inside, and I watch the doors close as my 50-something husband kisses and bites my neck and whispers threats in my ear. I let him get into the car first (it’s a red car). I take my time about getting into the car with him, watching him watching me through the window. The dream ends shortly after I get in the car.

This is the forum post in which I mentioned this series of dreams: http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...m-married.html

This is the second dream in which this recurring DC, who is implied to be my dream-world husband, appeared.

I am living in an apartment block, very modern, futuristic architecture. It’s implied the place was built by aliens, who happen to coexist with humans in my dream world. The apartment block is one I often find to be my ‘home’ in lucid dreams, in a tropical climate, very hot, the plants massive, waxy and exotic-looking.

I can’t quite remember what I did during this dream, except the part just before I awoke.

I’m on the balcony of my apartment. I’m just enjoying watching the people running around the pool below, some all jumping in at once to flood part of the side of the pool. It looks like a pool party, but I ’m content to just watch them rather than join in.

All the apartments seem to be empty, except one a few balconies along from mine. There’s a figure in the window, but whoever it is isn’t coming out. I’m curious as I haven’t actually seen the owner of this apartment before; I’ve met most DCs who inhabit the block.

I go through my apartment and into the corridor; I see the figure from the window come out of his room, then stop to look at me. I approach him and recognise him from my other dream; as he made a profound impact on me when I saw him in the first dream.

He smiles at me and invites me into his room as if he knows me. I find it odd he doesn’t introduce himself or ask for my name. He’s very attractive, so of course I go into his apartment. I keep thinking it’s odd that he talks to me like he’s known me for a while, when I don’t even know his name.

He pulls me to him and we make out. In between kissing when I look up at him, his face keeps changing. My vision blurs, and his features fuzz over, then come back to clarity, and again go blurry. The dream fades out, and I wake up.

This is the forum post in which I mentioned this series of dreams http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...m-married.html

This is the dream in which a recurring DC, implied to be my husband, first appeared. He’s been haunting my dreams ever since. There seems to be a chronological order to this series of dreams.

I am attending a wedding in the yard of my old elementary school. The day is overcast and threatening to rain. I am surrounded by excited people clamouring to see the wedding take place, I recognise some of the faces in the crowd as current and former classmates. I can’t see the couple at the front of the yard, or the priest, and I’m not tall enough to peer over the crowd. I notice the sky above, the clouds a mixture of grey and black and churning too fast for real life, like someone pressed the fast forward button. However, everything on the ground is taking place at a normal pace.
I weave my way to the edge of the crowd to try and get a better view. I stand apart from the main body of people, but still my view of the wedding is blocked.

I notice a man in a powder blue suit, it’s the colour that catches my eye. He stands out in the scene, as most people, oddly for a wedding, are wearing black, and the sky and the concrete yard are grey. My POV kind of zooms in on him and I realise I find him very attractive. He doesn’t notice me looking at him, and he eventually gets swallowed into the crowd.
He will go on to appear in my dreams.

This is the forum post I mentioned this series of dreams in http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...m-married.html

Wow, I don't know if i'm a natural lucid dreamer or what ... But I had a successfull WILD on the first serious try (refusing to give up that is.) Neat! I only remember a small fragment from earlier in the night though:



Dinosaurs (dream fragment.)

Some dinosaurs in a big room made out of paper. A guy said they were going to have to be put down since the "cage" could break so easily and they were quite dangerous. I told him it was a stupid idea, since we could just build a better cage instead. i mean helloooo, live dinosaurs! that is frickin awesome.


I then woke up, did some yoga, drank water and did some reality checks, since I was gonna try some WILDing. I was unsure if i woke up at the right time (roughly 7 hours of sleep), but I hoped I would hit REM right away.

Back in bed i lied on my back, just trying to relax. My flatmate went about in the kitchen, slamming things into benches and whatnot so I thought it would be hard to fall asleep. I meditated for awhile, counting to 150 with every breath. I started to get these weird and totally random thoughts, but I didn't feel sleepy at all and could still hear my flatmate in the kitchen. I just waited for SP to kick in since I quite often wake up in the middle of the night in SP and it comes quite naturally for me.

I turned onto my right side, and my mind was unaturally calm. I kept having random, "dreamy" thoughts, but my consciousness was very clear and I didn't see any HI och had any SP. But then, REALLY suddenly, an image of a corridor appeared. I entered it.


Foreign seminars!


Oh my! That was weird. No SP or HI beforehand? but ohmygod, it worked! okay, calm down.

I looked at my hands, touched the wall and just tried to really get into the dream. Seems stable, so I looked around. I was in a school probably, in a big corridor with many doors. I thought about how I wanted to meet Keiko, so I called out for him.

(Keiko was a imaginary friend who appeared in some of my dreams when I was little. He looks like a red fox with green eyes. Sometimes he has butterlfy wings. He had a quite timid personality with a sarcastic streak underneath.)

"Keiko!"

My voice sounded just like it does in real life. I turned around, hoping he would be there. Nope. Oh well.

I started walking down the corridor. It was completely empty. The few times i've become lucid as an adult before, I’ve tried to take control of my dreams with limited success ...my dreams has instead become really chaotic and "focused" on me; random annoying DC;s and unstable, changing scenery. I think about just going with the flow this time, enjoying whatever the plot of the dream is. But it would be nice to have Keiko with me ... I call for him again and turn a corner. A guy runs past me, almost knocking me over. He looks stressed, almost scared.

I look down the hallway. It's completely pitch-black from where he came, no light at all. Just perfect for a nightmare. No thank you, I think, turning back.

The corridor looks pretty much the same when I pass it the second time. One of the doors is open though, and I walk inside. It's like a big classroom inside with lots of people in it. Looks like there is going to be a seminar or something, there is a huge white screen in front and some people are running around setting things up. I walk up to a table that is in the front of the “classroom” and sit down next to two boys, around 9 and 5 years old.

“Hi!” I say in Swedish. “How are you?”
No reply. I try again, in English this time.
“Hi, how are you?”
“I’m fine, how are you?” The 9-year old replies.
“Oh, just fine. What’s your name?”
No reply. He turns to the younger boy to the left and says something in a foreign language that sounds a little like Russian.
“Oh, what language is that? Is it Russian?” I ask.
He looks amused.” Haha no, it’s Magrorian!”
I’m like ok, whatever. I turn to the younger boy.
“Hi, what’s your name?”
No reply. He has a vacant expression.
“How old are you?” I ask again.
“September.”
“What?”
“I was born in September.”
Cool, I think, same month as me! If I ask him what year he is probably going to say the same year I was born. So cool.
“What year?”
“87.”

I sigh. Stupid, random DC’s.

I see that the professor is trying to get everyones attention. Everybody keeps chattering, so I call out “Heyhey! It’s about to start!”

Everybody quiets down, I walk away from the two boys so that I’m closer to the professor. But when he starts talking it’s in the same foreign language that the two boys talked in! doh.
I try to “will” him to speak Swedish, but then it just becomes gibberish and random words. I sigh. I think about that at least 10 minutes must have passed in real time. I lean against a wall and look at the audience. Everybody keeps paying attention to the gibberish lecture. I’m not in the center of the dream at all, which is very unusual. I really feel as if I’ve walked into the dreamworld as a lucid visitor undercover, neither disrupting or pulling any attention.

I look at my hands and count to seven fingers, but I never doubted I was dreaming, I know I’m sleeping in my bed and that my flatmate is probably still banging around in the kitchen. I look at the audience, looking away and back. Nothing weird happens.

I think about something to do without changing the scenery or trying to take control of things, and remember that somebody on DV said that it was cool to listen to music in dreams. I look for my phone in my pocket, I untangle my headphones (it tangles up even in dreams) and put them in my ears. There is already music playing, and it’s the opening song from HOUSE M.D. Totally weird, I probably haven’t heard that song for at least 3 months.

Oh, random subconscious, how I love you. The song sounds just like it should, no weirdness or unexpected noise.

The lecture is still going, and nothing weird or random has happened. On one hand I think this is really cool that the dream is so stable, but on the other it’s a little boring to waste lucidity like this. I mean, there is no plot in the dream! I’m a total outsider!

Sick of this, I turn towards a random guy in the audience and will him to shift into a monster. It’s really hard, it’s like the dream is fighting me, but he slowly turns, he gets black eyes and a really wide, creepy smile with shark-like teeth.

He starts coming at me, and I lift my arm and concentrate on flinging him across the room with pure willpower, certain that it will work since the dream is so stable and I’m so confident.

But no! He keeps coming at me, time slows down as he lunges, all wide grin and razorsharp teeth …

I kick him right in the stomach the last second. The kick feels really weak, but somehow he still flies through the air … Right into the lecturer! Time slows down yet again, matrix-like, as the both crashes into a table.

Everybody in the room starts shouting, confused. I feel as if I reaaally fucked this seminar up. Ooops. I better get out of here.

I turn around and start morphing into a wolf. It takes some concentration, but finally I feel as a wolf. I start running towards the exit, but it’s a little hard to steer and I bang into the doorway. It hurts!

I run into the exact same corridor as before. This is so weird, how stable this dream is! I think idly about how long time has passed since I entered the dream. At least 15 minutes!

I start looking for a way out of the building, wanting to get to a forest or something. As I run the song “Pärlor” by Kent plays.

The dream starts to fade! Noooo. I start spinnng round, but still wake up. I lie completely still, hoping to fall asleep again … And yes. I see some trees! I enter the dream again.

Through the mirror world into Mordor


I’m sitting in a canopy. I take a moment to really get into the dream, stabilizing the enviroment, looking at my hands and so on. I look at the leaves around me. They are red and yellow maple leaves. I pick one and smell it, and it smells like chocolate! I bite into it, but it just tastes bitter and a little like grass … : (

I stand up on the branch that I “woke up” on, looking around. There is a clear blue sky with fluffy white clouds, and when I look out over the land it’s a big yellow wheat-field. It’s really beautiful. I take into the sky flying. It feels awesome!
I fly higher and higher, feeling the wind in my hair … So awesome.

But the higher I fly, the weirder the ground looks. It’s as if the horizon ends way to early, and the sky just “loops around”. The ground is slowly diappearing, and I try to will it to stretch further on, but it doesn’t work. As I fly onward, the ground slowly disappears, and soon there is clouds everywhere.

Okey then, I think. Here we go. I fall, or rise, towards the sky, I’m not really sure. but as I get real close gravity shifts, and it turns out the “sky” is a reflection in the water. I’m at sea! There is water everywhere, and a clear blue sky ahead. Just blue skies and clouds everywhere!

I can’t even describe how awesome this looked. Anyways, I start flying over the water. I think that I want to go faster, and I hear a voice saying “there is 5 more levels, you want me to increase speed?” I think yes please and sure enough, I speed up.

Then the clouds darken ahead, and it looks like Mordor ahead or something, angry black clouds and fire.

The water underneath me becomes orange, then turns to molten lava.
Huge rocks shoots up from underneath the surface, and I dodge around them the best I can. It feels as if something is trying to keep me away from that Mordor-like mountain!

I just keep flying, trying to get there, but then my visual fades … I try to hang, but nope … I wake up.


Awesome dreams though! It was really neat to not try to control the first dream, and I still can’t get over how stable the dream was. Insane, I tell ya.