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    1. Interdimensional Bathhouse; Music Box #5

      by , 11-12-2018 at 03:15 AM (The Fourth Factor)
      I’m in what seems to be a bathhouse—a basic, no-frills rectangular room with a concrete floor, on the large side, with a number of small pools and folding screens that can be moved around. Although the setting also seemed shifty and indefinite in a more basic way—a “I had this dream early in the night” kind of way.

      Weird things are constantly happening there, strange figures materializing and disappearing again in a sort of timeless convergence - it almost seems like there's nothing outside of this place, even though in one sense I arrived here at a definite point of time - but nobody else seems aware of it. But this is normal: I hadn’t been able to see them once, but I had been through a long process—all of it, every stage. I go over it in memory: some parts of it had been unpleasant or even frightening, but there’s nothing frightening about it now that I can see the whole of it instead of just pieces. It’s familiar—it even feels like home somehow.

      I seem to have come here with two young women, and at some point—it’s very difficult to say what order things happened in in this dream—I say to one that this is a special place, that you can feel it in the atmosphere. I’m curious if she can feel it too, on some level. At some other point, perhaps earlier or perhaps later, one asks me if there’s anyone here I’m interested in romantically. I say that there is one person, but I’ve only spoken to him a couple times. And he hasn’t shown up here for a couple hundred years now—but I feel it’s best not to mention that.

      Also, at one point, one of them is arranging stuff around a pool we're going to use. There isn't enough space for two people to do it without getting in each other's way, but I don't want to just sit there, so I clean up some of the central area at the same time.

      Later on, towards morning, I have another dream. I’m now in a large house with my bouzouki instructor for a lesson. I have the impression that it’s not his house or mine—that he’s an employee here. There are interruptions to our lesson—we have to temporarily leave the house at one point and go somewhere else in a car.

      But we do make it back inside eventually, and he tells me to go get something. He gives me directions to the room and tells me to get #5, indicating approximately where in the room I’ll be able to find it.

      It’s only a few rooms away, and I make it there without difficulty. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call this house a mansion, but the room I now find myself in wouldn’t be out of place in a palace. It’s richly decorated, 18th-century style, in blue and silver. There’s another doorway on the other end, and one of the longer walls, to my left, is covered with shelves, all of which are lined with ornate silver music boxes. They’re all individually numbered, and #5 is one of the farthest to the left, about mid-way up.

      It occurs to me that people who decorate rooms like this usually don’t like other people coming in and messing with them. But, at the same time, this place has the look of an archive. It will probably be OK, then. I take the music box off the shelf. It has its number and what seems to be some notes about it carved onto the top in a rather messy handwriting.

      I open it there—but unfortunately, I can’t really remember what happened then, although the dream kept going. Before carrying it back, I notice what looks like a bone flute lying on the floor, the only thing out of place here. Perhaps a child was playing with it and left it there, I think.

      (8.11.18)
    2. Silver keys Sync

      by , 03-08-2017 at 10:27 PM
      I had a dream I thought was real boring, so I wasn't going to bother journalling it.
      But I just had a strong sync with the 3 keys in the dream Oo

      In the dream I was with 2 other comrades from the past, one male, one female. We were about to take part in a big demonstration. So we didn't take all our stuff on the march, we put stuff in boxes to be collected later from a public house, for a small fee. We were each given a silver key.
      Tags: box, silver
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    3. dragons and more dragons but no lucid

      by , 08-03-2016 at 05:37 PM
      D1-At a beach side pool the people are all really annoying, they think I cant understand the moronic things they are saying. They think I am spanish and dont understand.
      Even their own children are getting hurt and crying they are so dumb.
      I make out certificates for 1st,2nd and 3rd place idiot family.
      I give out the 3rd place certificate but then unsuprisingly get into an argument.

      D2- Really long ass dream about dragons.
      I am in a bar and a woman sees I have a dragon, just a tiny spirit one that circles round my arm. I tell her she is messing with me as no one can see the dragon except me. Turns out she can as she has an unawakened dragon in her. More chat about legend surrounding dragon.
      I tell her she is in danger and that I can train her if she wants.

      WBTB
      D3- I am back talking about dragons to the woman. We are outside the bar.
      I have been exiled as when I tried to awaken my dragon 110 years ago ar age of 16 I was almost killed and my soulmate was killed. I felt was my fault at time and agreed to exile. I tell her I am bad news but if she wants to I can teach her meditation and dream work (she needs to be lucid) she needs to grow her dragon spirit, which is a rare white one. Mine was silver but I only have bit of red dragon from gf that died.
      Anyways badies detect her power output which is super high and before I can cloak her, I have to face off against them.
      Oh I already kicked some rich families kids ass so they are supposed to kill me for the family to save face.
      I have learnt some techniques so that I could take powers from the kid dragons I fought (who were suitors for white dragon) so I have blue,green,red and black dragons at level 5 tier. So even though they are higher level I still end up flying around and punching at super speed and take them all down.But I dont kill them.
      I catch interest after fight from dragon mafia , who enlist me (I dont nind as I hate all the privelidged familes that exiled me) and come out of exile and take white dragon with me.
      I tried to cut details down was long ass repeating dream.

      WBTB
      D4- Now I am third person watching story unfold in a cafe. New woman looking like dream girl from dreams I had a while back.
      She spots a dragon spirit , guy who looks like philip marlow detective, he is stone dragon.
      He does some detective work and finds out as her nickname is "goldie" that she is legendary gold dragon that only appears once every few thousand years and only in one realm.
      A silver dragon exists in London that is her soul mate of legend.
      But the dragon has been cursed by dragon soceity for a crime and should be dead.
      Detective sends goldie to dragon school in another realm where she can find out about dragons and info on how she may break curse on the silver dragon.
      She finds out silver dragon was banished as he did not accept privelidge of dragon title and wanted equality between all dragons. Academic tutoring goldie scoffs at stupidity of idea and likens it to equal rights in human world. She hides her anger but he sees through it and says it is ok she has spent to much time among normal humans and will see sense in time.
      She sets off to rescue silver but is being tailed by agents and has to leave a coded message to meet stone dragon.

      Updated 08-03-2016 at 05:42 PM by 89275

      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. 07.21.2016 Calamity

      by , 07-22-2016 at 03:12 PM
      Preface:
      Bed at 10pm to catch up on sleep! Unfortunately, exercise had me worn out last night. No echinacea or vitamins before bed; I was too tired and I forgot.

      DR 1
      I am at a university or school event of some sort. I am with a friend, her boyfriend, and a child. Most times, this child appears to be a boy.
      My friend and her boyfriend separate for some reason, and I am supposed to go with the boyfriend to get something or find something (papers from the school). I let him do his thing, because there is a small photography gallery showing that we (all of us, mainly the child) have been invited to. The child is very excited to see this, so we are rushing along to get to the room. When I get there, a man is handing out small booklets (prints of the show) for sale. The guy opens the book and its pictures of "cookies". All kinds of elaborately decorated Christmas gingerbread cookies. The one that I most remember is the one that appears to be strangled. Half of his head is coming off. Anyway, the child is so excited and wants to buy one of the books. He/she has given me his wallet, so its in my purse. I go into my purse to get the wallet and he tells me that the book is four dollars. I find four dollars in silver coins and I give it to him to pay for the book. The wallet is a long checkbook type wallet and has a rose pattern (black and pink). When I go to put the wallet back inside my purse. The child gets upset and says that its his/her wallet. At this time I cannot distinguish the sex of the child, because his/her face is so beautiful, dark brown curly hair (big ringlets), fair skin, rosy pursed lips and big brown eyes- a heart shaped face. He/she is so adorable. I say, "I have it right here! You gave it to me, remember? Do you want to hold it?" The child is okay with me holding it. We hang around a bit and then we leave.

      As we are leaving, I meet up with my friend's boyfriend again. We receive news that half the world has fallen into the sea. This is huge news, and it seems that the world is going to be over.

      Immediately, I become a third person, and I am looking down at the earth from the sky. In satellite view, I can see Spain and France flip over and fold into the water, as if someone has folded a piece of paper. The same happens to Africa. The rest of Europe, gets completely folded into Russia- and then everything goes under the water. I get freaked out and return to first person.

      People are crying and there is a lot of commotion. We are oddly calm and begin to make our way out to find the car. We find my friend. She looks kind of upset. I can feel its because her boyfriend and I have been hanging out and we had a good time. She is not happy that she left her boyfriend with me (?). She's not even upset about the earth.
      The university/school is huge! Its takes us awhile to get back to the car. I get into the driver's seat. Its a small sedan. The boyfriend gets into the front seat (?), and my friend and the child get into the back. Everything looks that dimly lit color again (golden brown sepia tones), only there are no torches or streetlights. I don't know where I am going but there is a lot of craziness about the earth on the radio. It seems that only the North American continent has survived.


      Side notes:

      Colors- Mostly the dimly lit orange/gold tones. This is a change from the normal white/grey color scheme.

      Child- This child appeared so handsome and beautiful at the same time. This is new for me in a dream; I can usually tell the sex of people in dreams, if not by appearance then by feeling.

      Coins- There were lots of quarters in my purse. In the dream, I had many of them in a plastic bag, which I took out to retrieve the coins. That is odd, but I do hate how change rumbles around and gets dirty in purses.

      Cookies- These cookies looked alot like the gingerbread cookies that my small nieces and I made last Christmas. They kept putting too much icing and making them look so different, so I started naming them.

      Earth-Probably the biggest calamity I have had in a dream lately. I didn't think I was capable of imagining that the world could just fold over into the sea. Interesting bit about Russia.
    5. Lost in music

      by , 01-31-2016 at 07:26 PM
      At school miffed at not been in time for something. I walk back into a white carpeted area with a stairwell with silver banister and cube glassed window. There is an elderly man there not unlike samuel l jackson, here has a grey checkd floppy berri on his head. i knock it off his head in my fit of rage and it flys across the the room. It falls to the floor spilling out many lead unformed objects.
      I immeditetly realise the error of my ways and apologies. He agrees to help me out of my predicatment by singing with me.
      But when I leave to return he is no where to be seen.

      I walk into the white and silver studio, with large round platforms for the performers to stand on, with hanging microphones and headsets.
      Robs group is currently performing in black outfits and time is rapidly running out. There is a main control panel where an old style cassette tape should be placed. I am convinced it is missing and question Georg about its possible whereabouts she is quite aggressive and berates me.

      It is time for the performance, but I do not even know the tune let alone the song, reminscient of whiplash.
      I flounder about, then the music starts, it was there all along and the performance goes fine, except for my hystronics

      [Comment[
      I think the lead objects represented unmanifested though forms (being situated under his hat) and that is why it was not his "time" to perform the actions I wanted him too, despite his conscious thoughts.

      Otherwise usual worry about worsed case scenario for no reason but habit.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. [Dream #13 - 1/31/2016] Merging Planes

      by , 01-31-2016 at 03:36 PM (The Book of the Multiverse)


      #13

      This is an image depicting two planes/worlds merging together

      I was in my old highschool. I carried around a Shadow the Hedgehog plush doll and I can remember finding myself in my old science class room with my former teacher. There weren't that many people in the classroom but it was dark (the light was off and the projector was going) and it was spacious with plenty of desks. There was a few students present in particular a boy who used to bully me.

      I sat my Shadow plush on the table but then when the boy decided to sit on the opposite side of me, I moved it to the chair next to me. I was angry, and the boy looked at me and asked, "Hey, what happened to all that Sonic stuff?"

      I then told him if he spoke to me again that I would kill him, with "one punch" if I was Saitama from One Punch Man *lol*. He didn't say anything back but I remember heading out of the room without my plush into the crowd of highschoolers walking through the hallways. I then remembered that I left him and rushed back. The science teacher was giving a lesson and I tried to sneak under the shining light of the projector and he asked what I was doing, so I told him. He replied that he would get the plush in a minute but I didn't want to wait as I feared some nasty student would put their dirty, polluted hands on him.

      I then could remember seeing glimpses of a monster crashing through the wall of the room for a split of a second. It was only a glimpse though as it my third eye had caught a wiff of something. Then I heard screams coming from the hallway and monsters physically appearing and destroying everything in the school.

      I stated in a whisper of a voice that, "Things from my world are now coming into yours (Earth presumably)" A spark of thought came into my mind after I said that as I started calling out Shadow the Hedgehog's name. I figured that the planes have merged (something I will discuss in my notes) and that Shadow would be here since the monsters were here. But nothing happened. I then left the classroom avoiding all the monsters who wanted to harm me and I found Sonic and Silver the Hedgehog attacking the invaders, but there was no Shadow. I couldn't get to them to communicate but I did end up finding a little dock area, similar to the one in Soleanna from Sonic 06 as I bounced on DK barrels that were scattered around the area. I do not know for what purpose but I did it anyway. I also remember flying up higher to get an area view of the city like landscape getting destroyed by the monsters and Sonic etc. battling underneath. I also can recall bringing up some sort of holographic roster board that listed various video game characters classified specifically in their universes and such. One in particular was Dragon Ball Z. Before I could do anything more, I had awoke.


      Notes: I sat and thought about this dream for a bit. For one thing the planes merging came into my mind. It was something introduced to me by a former friend at college (Who became a fucking asshole btw). He told me that one day Earth would be able to "merge" itself with other worlds and on that day various things will begin to happen. Individuals who would have only been seen as fictional would begin to appear physically. Physics would have bend and twisted as things like magic casting and flying would exist on Earth and such would have never been able to exist due to the planet's mechanics. This was something that I agreed with and something I would talk to Shadow about.

      Shadow told me that if something like that did happen that he would be the first thing I'd see. This was years back mind you, so we hardly speak about it anymore. But having that phenomenon happen in that dream made me retrace that memory and perhaps the hope for something of that nature to still occur.

      The absence of Shadow the Hedgehog has been a reoccurring thing throughout my dreams. Indeed he has appeared in the few I have mentioned in entries but I still proceed to search for him and have failed attempts for getting him to appear when I call out his name. This could problably signify that there is the slight lost of hope that I would never see him. Or perhaps that I always assume that he will magically come to this planet physically and solve all of my problems. I know he cannot do that and he even stated that such things just...couldn't happen at the moment but I guess due to the stress I deal with on a daily bases I just want him to be here and fix everything being as desperate as one can be.

      This dream could also show that I lack the certain kind of appreciation I lack to give to Shadow for all that he has done even though he can only do so much within his limit.

      Overall, this dream has taught me a lesson that I shouldn't ever forget. I know there are a few more things I forgot to mention about my dream but honestly...I'm not really in the best of moods to continue on explaining.




      Date — 1/31/2016

      Went to bed — Around 2AM

      Woke up — 8:00AM

      *Time logged — 9:00AM

      Total sleep — 6 Hours

      Stress level throughout the day — Depressed due to the reason I stated with a friend on Skype before I headed off to bed:

      [1:57:02 AM] Mobian★Angel: mmmm....I can't be happy...My mother yells at me for everything and people are always treating me like I need to believe their ideas and thoughts or else I'm dumb and childish....
      [2:08:16 AM] Mobian★Angel: And I'm the fool going around telling people I'm in love with a video game character..............

      Techniques/Practices

      *Daytime — N/A

      *Recall — N/A

      *Inducing Method — N/A

      Dream Signs — The Obvious

      Perceived Length — 25 Minutes

      Emotions — Angry, Adventurous

      Awareness — None

      Updated 01-31-2016 at 11:24 PM by 89722

      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Look and you will find (there is gold in them der hills, yeehaa! )

      by , 01-24-2016 at 02:08 PM
      A man investigates a space behind a wall in my parents house. It is a vast dark space, filled with an old railway line (dream sign).
      He can be heard playing a large grand piano he finds there, nice accoustics.
      He searches in a land that is cold and dark, the earth a kind of grey clay. He is unconcerned and swims in dark waters, wearing a wet suit.
      Eventually he finds an old half ruined city. He is high up on some buildings, down below is darkness. One building, with the upper storeys tiered, smaller, is covered in millions of tiny gold objects.
      He shows us this using a camera attached to a tube and a light, much like something used for nonenvasive surgery.
      The gold he says is not wanted by anyone these days, people only want silver.
      I begin plans to get hold of the gold, gaining access via a chimney. At work I make excuses and change into normal clothes and start the search. G shows me what he has found. A first room is cleared of obstructions by lowering all objects to the ground.
      My father hands out large banners he is giving a tutorial about something. Meanwhile my mother is trying to wind an old silver carrage clock, with delicate silverwork. I turn the key and it opens magically at the top, an unfurrling of metal work, revealing a secret for me.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    8. Wine and Cheese + Navriela (DILD + DEILD + FA)

      by , 04-17-2015 at 08:29 PM
      Ritual: WTB 2:30am, woke 7:15. I was stressed over something and felt too awake to go back to sleep right away, so I got up and put some time into a project for work. Returned to bed at 8:45am, no techniques, though I wondered if the WBTB would make lucidity more likely (happily it did) and woke again at 10am. Recall: 6/10.

      DILD, "Wine and Cheese": I'm walking down a footpath outdoors, carrying a cat in the hem of my dress. That is, I've folded up my hem to make a kind of pocket with the cat in it. She is an orange tabby short-hair that doesn't resemble any cat I've known in WL. I think she'll probably want to look around, so I try to arrange the "pocket" in such a way that she can rest her paws on the edge of the hem that I am holding and peek her head out. This works for a while, but then I notice that my black inner dress feels too tight around my legs, hampering my movements, and I think I must have accidentally caught it up together with the hem of the outer dress (which is a sheer light brown fabric). In trying to rearrange it so I can walk unimpeded, the cat falls back down into the "pocket," but I figure this isn't so bad, since the outer dress is translucent, maybe she can still enjoy the view.

      However, the cat is getting restless, and I remember something I read the other day on the forums: that if you just keep walking or wandering in a particular direction, the dream will destabilize. Well, such a thing has never happened to me before, despite numerous opportunities, but now I've caught a touch of schema infection from reading about it. [I agree with FryingMan that as a community we should try to be more conscientious about making claims that might infect other people's schemas!] So of course now that I'm anxious about it I start to feel destabilization coming on—I need to do something, quick! I notice that I am walking past a little wine-and-cheese shop, so I decide to duck in for a snack.

      Almost immediately I start to wonder if this was a bad idea... sitting down for a whole meal seems like a very drab and tedious way to spend my precious dream time. I decide to keep it short and just taste a few things; there's no need to finish after all. So I order some white wine and a cheese plate. The lady running the shop insists that we also try a certain specialty of theirs, which turns out to be a kind of spread that you put over toast. I see that all of these menu options are also listed on a small chalkboard hung over the doorway to the kitchen, though she prepares everything from behind a counter that is in the dining room. She serves us two types of their specialty spread, together with wedges of three kinds of cheese. It looks like very high-quality cheese, and I'm surprised (and a bit dismayed) to see how big the pieces are.

      The only seating in the place, which is very small, is a long communal table. I sit down and don't find it odd that I have a dining companion who sits to my right, though I didn't notice her before and my impressions are so vague that all I can really specify (uncertainly) is her gender. The orange cat I was carrying before is on the floor at my feet, and I hope the proprietor won't mind if she sees me feeding the cat little pieces of cheese. I take a sip of wine and a bite of some cheese and I am pleasantly surprised. Normally in dreams my sense of taste is dull and muted, but the taste and texture of this cheese is identical to the real thing. It is a sharp, tangy cheese with a firm, slightly crumbly texture like certain Spanish or French cheeses made from ewe's milk. I feel more enthusiastic about being here now, since I can enjoy a delightful snack without worrying about any extra calories! But on my second bite of cheese, as I concentrate on enjoying it, my perceptions accidentally shift to my real mouth—which of course is completely empty and tastes like night saliva. The dream fades and I very nearly wake up.

      DEILD, "Navriela": Luckily I realize that I am not fully awake but just below the threshold, so I think I can probably DEILD. Initially I try to DEILD back into the dream I just left, but it has fragmented beyond retrieval. So I just focus on getting the dreamstate back. Visuals kick in first: I see what looks like the vantage of a movie camera tracking steadily from left to right over something that resembles a grim, minimalist palace interior, perhaps an empty throne room. Everything is smooth and metallic grey and vertical. Probably because I start to wonder what was supporting the camera for this shot, which is too smooth and gravity-defying for a human cameraman, I now hear a male voice off-screen saying, "It is difficult to make a movie like this." I listen and continue to hear voices conversing about the film, so with both sight and sound back in play, I know that dream is kicking in.

      The camera has moved right through a doorway into the upper landing of a stairwell, and now I see a slender woman dressed all in silver begin to descend the stairs. To stabilize my senses I study her outfit, and I'm impressed how clearly I can perceive its details. She is wearing a kind of short jacket over a lower garment that reaches to her mid-thigh. It is not shorts or a skirt, however, and as I study it closely I observe a series of folds that suggest the garment consists of a single piece of cloth that was tucked between and through her legs to form something resembling short pants. I recognize this style of clothing—it looks like jongkraben, a kind of lower garment worn by both men and women in nineteenth-century Siam—but I'm surprised to see it in such an unusual context as this medieval/futuristic palace, worn by a pale, lithe, elf-like woman with white-blonde hair. I think I see some tassles dangling from the front, so I circle my perspective (still disembodied) around the woman to confirm what her outfit looks like from the front, and then continue to follow her down two flights of stairs.

      At the bottom of the stairs she encounters an elderly but vigorous old man with a long white beard who resembles Gandalf. He starts talking to her and at one point asks, "What is your name?" I'm pleased that he has asked the question I was wondering. There is something so youthful yet elvishly ancient about the woman that she strongly reminds me of Galadriel in LOTR, even resembling Cate Blanchett a little bit, and I half-expect her to say that "Galadriel" is her name, especially now that I'm thinking it. But the dream surprises me, and she answers with something that sounds equally elvish, but a name I don't think I've ever heard before: "Navriela."

      I start to think I should embody myself in this dream and work on some task. Had I been a little more on the ball I might have thought to accompany Navriela to a nearby forest to make another attempt my lucid dare, but I am too distracted by my growing attraction to her. I reflect that if I was one of the guys I would surely go "caveman" on her, and this gives me an idea for an experiment: what if I try to become a man? I sometimes identify as male characters in NLDs, but I hadn't attempted this before in an LD.

      I imagined myself as a guy and approached Navriela with romantic intentions. She was compliant as I took her into my arms, and we fell together on a bed that was conveniently placed in an adjoining room. I started trying to make love to her as a man, although it was all rather vague and hasty (I don't even think we took our clothes off) and I didn't notice any differences in my anatomy. Nevertheless, there was something very arousing about it and I quickly orgasmed. "It's always so much easier for men," I thought wryly—overlooking the fact that it is always easier in dreams anyway.

      FA: I woke up and immediately went to my computer to start writing my report, but I was having trouble accessing my word file. First I tried under "Open Recent," in Word since it's usually somewhere in that list, and when I didn't see it I tried typing the name of the file in the search box, but that didn't work either. I resorted to my back-up plan, dropping to desktop and clicking to the alias of my dream journal that I'd placed there, but even that failed for some reason. Since I actually do often have trouble accessing the file when I'm half-awake and hastening not to lose precious seconds of dream recall, it never occurred to me that my technical difficulties this time were evidence of an FA—even after discovering that my computer was in the middle of doing a full scan of some kind, and that my files were all locked until the scan was complete. Instead, I rationalized this by "remembering" that I had updated the OS just before I went to bed, and that concluded a mass file update was part of the process. Fortunately the progress bar was already at 56% and resolving quickly, so I waited it out. The OS shifted over to the new version, and now a new icon appeared on the top of all my window frames. It was a cartoon-like graphic of a noble male face haloed in a bright burst of sunlight, resembling a demigod or superhero. I figured this was the logo of the new OS, the name of which I knew at the time, but I wasn't paying much attention because finally I was able to open my dream journal file and start taking notes. Initially I started jotting down a lot of keywords and short phrases so I wouldn't lose any key events: "Navriela," and "four kittens" and "wine and cheese shop," and then started filling in the details.

      Eventually I woke up again and realized the last sequence had been an FA. Unfortunately my overall recall was now somewhat eroded the delay in waking up properly, especially of earlier sequences before I became aware that I was dreaming. I don't think there was ever a clear boundary or "aha" moment when I got lucid; it just seemed to naturally dawn upon me while I was walking down the path carrying the cat.

      NLD: I can partly recall an even earlier scene, non-lucid, where I was in a store, looking through horse halters. I was surprised to find horse supplies for sale at a mainstream store like this—it resembled a budget department store like a Target. I compared several halters but didn't like their quality or appearance. One that I rejected was covered with pale pink fake fur; another incorporated a fly mask but I wasn't sure if the eye holes would fit properly. I ended up rejecting them all and walking away. As I left, I noticed that the halters were on display in the children's section of the store, which annoyed me: why is horseback riding so often pigeonholed as an activity for young children? Certainly it helps to start young, but it takes years of practice to get any good at it. I think it was after walking out of the store that I was carrying the cat in my dress, where my dream report started, but the transition is unclear. I also now have no idea what the keywords "four kittens" was referring to, among all the notes I had recorded in my dreamed dream journal—so there is probably at least one lost scene.

      Updated 04-17-2015 at 08:50 PM by 34973

      Categories
      lucid , false awakening
    9. Rain and a silver circlet

      by , 02-10-2015 at 09:39 PM
      FMA. I/Mustang left the military a while ago; right now I'm looking out a door at the rain. I see a memory of similarly looking out another doorway at the rain, standing at the door to a balcony on a tall tower, and then retreating back inside to adjust my plans. In the present, I put on a hat with a wide, floppy brim and head out into the rain.

      As I'm walking up a mountain road in that rain, I pass an old man driving his truck down the road. We wave to each other like we do every day. I'm thinking, as a soldier who was for all intents and purposes an embodiment of fire, I was useless in the rain, so it held a different significance. But as a person - I'm thinking of both me and the old man in the truck - you just put on a hat and go to work, rain or not.

      (Woke up. Back to sleep.)

      I'm in the same mountain range from yesterday, traveling alone at the moment, standing just inside the entrance to a cave. I've come to a very old friend to ask him for his help. He's not happy to see me. He's sitting in a sort of stone throne and saying slowly, emphasizing every word, "I am not well."

      I can see that. He wears this silver circlet that sort of glows, a contrast to his dark hair and coat; looking at how faint that glow is, I'm thinking that there's barely anything left of him. Nonetheless, there's enough of him left to do what I need done.
    10. Waltz in black and silver

      by , 10-15-2014 at 04:58 PM
      A young woman stands downstage center, facing the audience; she never turns around. She's performing a simple, faltering version of the whirling, intricate dance going on behind her - contemporary ballet, the entire troupe on stage behind her. Everyone is in black and silver and painfully beautiful. This is her dream we're seeing play out behind her, her ideal. But the music is melancholy, nostalgic even - it's a waltz in a minor key, reminds me of Dvorak. Starts with just a music-box-like piano, but the music swells as the dancers behind her become the focus, all strings. I get swept up in the overwhelming sound of it and the movement of the dancers, until in the end it gradually fades away again to those music-box-like piano notes. A woman's voice from offstage calls to her to come to bed, the sun has risen. I focus on her profile as she turns to look offstage, towards that voice; when I look behind her again, the dancers have vanished. She leaves the stage.

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    11. Cloud Waterslide on Silver Rainbow

      by , 09-15-2014 at 11:23 PM (Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness)
      There are no cars on the road. In fact, it seems to be completely abandoned. A little ways ahead, I see a silver rainbow starting in a cloud, and ending right on the road, but with a more slide type shape to it, starting out shallow, steepening, then ending with a shallow slope. I approach it and watch a group of clouds peacefully drift up above. I teleport to one of the clouds that is about as big as me, and float in it for a little bit. Then I use it as a sort of raft, and ride it down the silver rainbow like a water slide. Some condensation from the cloud and the rainbow gets my face a little moist, and it feels rather cool, but the rush of air blowing past me as I slide down dries it just as fast as it gets me wet. I do this a few times, choosing different clouds for each go, just softly going for rides. At the bottom, the clouds float me back up to the top automatically.
    12. The Silver Horse

      by , 09-06-2013 at 04:49 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      I saw a jeep, and flags surrounding us. Some city. The jeep has a silver horse statue on the front standing on its two hind legs and two front legs are kicking.
    13. In the end

      by
      Hyu
      , 07-25-2013 at 05:09 PM (Hyu's Adventures)
      I stand in the middle of the platform, with the gate in front of me and Silver, Yuya and Shinave behind me.
      I hold out my left hand against the gate, and give it a slight burst of energy.
      Some engravings on it light up. I focus on the templars, and sure enough a connection is made to a gate right next to them.
      A portal forms inside the gate in a dark purple color.
      The doors are open, they can simply walk in now.
      I'm nervous.



      After a rather tense minute, some shapes finally emerge from the portal. Templars.
      All 12 of them. This is it.
      They all appear to be rather calm.
      Then again, why wouldn't they? It's not like we'd stand a chance in a fair fight.

      Finally, one of them addresses me. And to my surprise he looks somewhat different than the other templars.
      He isn't wearing a helm, and his weapon of choice seems to be a sword rather than a lance.
      How curious. Do the templars have some sort of leader after all?



      "Oh dragon... It's unfortunate that you have resisted your death for this long."
      "But I see you have finally seen the light."
      "I respect that you stand here, offering to sacrifice yourself in exchange for the life of your friends."
      "It is not an action that I would have expected from a dragon."

      Oh.
      That assumption sort of makes sense I guess.
      The thought that we would fight them is pure insanity, yet I've shown them exactly where we are.

      "Unfortunately the deal is not acceptable."

      He points at Yuya.

      "I'll need the life of the water goddess as well."
      "Both of your lives for Teraluna. We have no interest in the others."
      "Come forward and kneel down."

      He wants to see the look on my face when he executes her in front of my eyes.
      Typical Templar reasoning. They want a show. After all they could just charge at us and kill us all.
      I turn around to look at Yuya. She's not worried at all. In fact she grins. Good.
      I look back at the templar.
      I stare deeply into his eyes and lough out loudly, which confuses him to some extend.
      Finally the feeling of eeriness goes away.
      No more anxiety. No more worries.
      There is only the present now. No future to worry about.

      I nod at Silver to give him the signal to activate the seal.
      The symbols he has drawn on the ground grow all over the platform.



      A transparent bubble surrounds all of us.
      The portal generated by the gate collapses immediately, because as of right now, both gates no longer exist in the same space time continuum.
      Everything within the bubble is separated from normal space and time, at least for as long as Silver keeps it up.
      Nothing comes in, nothing goes out.
      As far as I know, it is the ultimate spatial sealing technique. I've never seen anyone use it before.
      Still, the templars do not seem alarmed. After all there's 12 of them and only 4 of us.

      "And now what little dragon?"

      There is complete silence now. Sound doesn't penetrate the seal.
      I speak in a dark, assertive voice.

      "Why, isn't it obvious?"
      "I am going to kill you all"

      That made him angry. He snaps his fingers and 2 templars charge at me immediately.
      This is it then. This is what I've gambled everything on. Work!
      Phoenix catalyst. Only once before have I drawn power directly from it, instead of using it as a catalyst to amplify my own powers.
      It was when I resurrected Yuya. But of course that used up the entire catalyst. There is nothing left.
      But I do use the same technique in the hopes of having understood what the orb that was given to me is.
      Even though it was just an intuition. But right now, that is all I have.

      The templars that charge at me do not have their lances drawn. Their goal is to push me to my knees. To put me in place.
      To teach me a lesson. But I have other ideas. I propel myself forwards and slap my hands against their breastplates.
      I use the technique and draw energy as hard as I can and concentrate it within my hands.

      I feel some resistance. But it's like slapping your hands against a water surface. It hurts a little initially, but your hands still move straight through.
      Through their breastplates. Through the bodies. I'm going straight through with my bare hands.
      The lifeless remains of their bodies drop to the ground. They are not human bodies. There is no blood. It's like some sort of clay surrounded with skin.

      It worked... It worked!
      I can freely draw energy from the orb. My intuition was right. It is the same type of energy.
      But I have no time to think about this any further.
      Because the templars have now realized the danger, and 3 of them have already rushed past me towards Silver.
      They want to destroy the seal, in case they need to retreat.
      But Yuya is on it.
      She is projecting some of her water spheres towards them.
      Right before impact Shinave casts some kind of frost magic onto them, causing the spheres to erupt into ice spikes.
      They are not strong enough to penetrate the armor of the templars, but they do manage to immobilize them for a moment.



      I draw energy again, focus it into 3 small spheres and toss them at the templars.
      Yet again, their bodies shatter on impact. They won't be able to get to Silver without dealing with me first.
      Too late I realize that this is exactly what they're doing.
      A lance hits me right in the stomach. I manage to blink away before by body suffers the full impact.
      Another Templar is already striking me from another side.
      I block his lance with my hands and give it a pulse of energy, breaking the lance in half.
      I promtly throw the gained head of the lance at the Templar who previously managed to hit me in the stomach.
      The lance shatters into pieces as I try to infuse it with energy, but enough of it discharges into the Templar to incapacitate him.
      A few energy infused punches take care of the Templar with the broken lance.

      To my surprise the remaining templars have not moved towards me at all.
      4 of them stand there, emotionless, in front of their leader who is in anger.
      I don't think he fully understands what just happened. 7 down, 5 to go.
      And although only one of the templars displays any emotions, I don't notice an ounce of fear.

      "Do you really think you can kill us all?"

      I respond with an evil smile and draw my katana from its scabbard on my back.
      That's right, I've been fighting you with my bare hands.

      "Fine."

      Some sort of growth on the leaders left arm becomes visible. It looks somewhat organic and insectoid.
      Extensions reach from it to the necks of each of the templers bodies, all 11 of them.
      With a motion of his left hand, the extensions retract back into his arm and all remaining templars drop dead.
      All Templar bodies slowly begin to turn into something that resembles sawdust.
      Suddenly, an immense amount of pressure originating from the remaining templars aura pushes against me.
      I have to concentrate a small layer of energy around my body to protect it from burning up.

      So much raw power. So this is why the templars were always so emotionless and their bodies so unnatural.
      They were puppets controlled by this single person.
      He confidently draws his own sword and begins walking towards me slowly.

      "You have caused me grief, dragon. These are rather difficult to create you know."
      "They have to be captured when they are but little children, then carefully raised into weapons."
      "It takes such a long time, and now I have to do it all over again."

      Even though right now, I have a virtually unlimited supply of energy, I am afraid of this guy.
      Being in possession of this orb thing, but he is radiating so much energy naturally.

      Here he comes. I draw huge amounts of energy into my katana, hoping to power through his sword.
      But he merely deflects my attack, I do not manage to release the energy. This goes on for a few strikes.
      Each time our swords clash he deflects it skillfully. He has the upper hand.
      Then unexpectedly he charges in close, even though I haven't given him an opening.
      Somehow he manages to get his blade uncomfortably close to my face and I have to blink back.

      I quickly realize that I've been somewhat late. He managed to leave a small cut between my eyes.
      A few more centimeters and that would have been it...



      "Hmm. How odd."
      "Clearly you have the energy to fight me, but you are not good enough of a swordsman to do so."
      "I wonder. Years ago, you fought a Templar in the depths of hell. A fight where none of you had access to energy."
      "A fight against someone who had perfected the art of sword combat."
      "You do not have the skills necessary to have won that fight."

      He is right. I should not have been able to do that. It is something I cannot explain.
      It just happened, even though it should have been impossible.
      And I can feel that this guy uses similar moves. If he hasn't perfected the art of sword combat, he is close.
      I am no match for him. I cannot win in a sword fight. And the only way to discharge enough energy to deal damage to him
      is through my katana.

      "Also I wonder. Where does all of that energy suddenly come from?"
      "You have done something rather curious indeed."

      He charges at me a few more times. Fortunately I manage to deflect his attacks, but it is very close.
      He just has to wait until I make a small mistake.

      "And the dragon does not use his dragon powers."
      "Instead he fights me with what seems to be divine energy."

      I can't use it because both powers clash with each-other. It would rip me apart.
      But he doesn't need to know that.
      He attacks a few more times, and manages a few deep cuts into both of my shoulders and my back.



      "Your time is slowly running out dragon."
      "Not only will your body give in sooner or later, but that white haired friend of yours isn't going to last much longer keeping that seal up either."

      Silver... He doesn't even know the proper reason he is keeping that seal up for, yet he is still giving it all hes got.
      Hold out a little longer... I'll figure something out...

      The templar performs a downwards strike over his shoulder, which I attempt to block directly.
      He somehow angles his body in such a way that he is able to rotate around and punch me in the chest.
      Even though I concentrate most of my energy into my ribs to absorb the shock, they still buckle a little under a loud crushing noise as I'm projected backwards.
      I cough up some blood, but I manage to keep by defensive posture.

      Due to the lung damage I decide to stop breathing entirely, and instead filter the CO2 in my blood using energy.
      An easy technique, usually used to go to locations where breathing is not possible, such as underwater or planets without oxygen rich atmospheres.
      I quickly repair potentially lethal damage using a variety of phoenix techniques.
      My body is taking one hell of a beating, it won't last much longer.

      "It is a shame that I have not found you when you were a child."
      "You have so much potential, you would have made a fantastic asset."

      Right as he readies another attack, something startles him to the point that he looses his focus on me.
      I can feel a new presence. A dark, cold one. I look for it and spot a person that must have just appeared.
      This is not possible... Nobody can enter this space as long as it is sealed. There are no tricks or techniques to circumvent interdimensional seals.
      He immediately looks right at me and pronounces in a loud voice:

      "Death has come for you."

      As he summons an oversized pitch black scythe I understand what has happened.



      "Silver, break the seal... It is no longer of any use."

      The bubble surrounding the platform dissipates. Silver has to lie down from exhaustion.
      Yuya and Shinave look rather worried. They know what it means when death comes for you.
      He looks like a teenager. Somewhat long, black fuzzy hair. Worn and slightly torn black pants and shirt.
      He's very skinny. But the scythe is what really makes it clear what he is. Death. Or a messenger of death.
      I don't know the specifics behind how it works.

      I try to utter the words "Not today". Because that is what you say when death comes for you.
      But my voice is faint and fragile. It's not even because of the damaged lungs.
      He is amused by this and laughs.

      "Good one! I haven't heard that one yet. You may have just made my day."
      "Seriously though, you're coming with me."

      The grip on my katana loosens. I have fucked up.
      This is the end. It's because I took the orb.
      This orb, I don't know what exactly it is, or why it exists. All I know is that it has to do with life energy.
      It plays a role in the birth of things. This is also the reason why I was able to draw power from it. It's the same type of energy as in the phoenix catalyst.
      Because they are so important, each orb is assigned a guardian, so that no individual can ever obtain one.
      Ironically, it is one of the guardians who gave me the orb. And she warned me that death would come for me.
      I am not sure why she decided to give it to me, but I understand that I must now pay the price for having taken it.
      Death acts as some sort of backup protection in case an orb is ever stolen.

      In a moment of desperation I ask:

      "... a minute then?"

      Death looks at me a little surprised. Why would he ever agree to that? What am I even doing with another minute?
      He made it clear that he is here to get me now. He looks at the templar, then back at me.
      Then he shrugs.

      "A minute it is."

      And he sits down.
      What?
      Just like that?
      He is completely carefree, as if he was about to grab some popcorn.

      The templar laughs, realizing that he has already won.

      "You fool! All I care about is your death, nothing else matters to me."
      "You have just lost everything."

      I know. The guardian told me.
      For a moment I believed that Silvers seal would make me invisible to death, and I could use the orb without being spotted.
      In retrospect, that was a rather idiotic assumption. But it is too late for remorse now.
      Not like I had any alternatives anyways.
      But before I go, there is one thing left to do...
      Forget about the future, it is no more. There is only the present now.

      "You asked me earlier how I managed to kill a man who had perfected the art of sword combat."

      My voice has recovered some strength.

      "Yes, I am curious about that indeed."

      I remove the protective layer of aura surrounding my body and focus all of it into my katana.
      Immediately I feel the pressure of the templars aura on my skin. It burns away my clothes and slowly begins to eat away at my skin.
      Energy distribution in your body is a key aspect in advanced combat techniques. You can divert energy that is intended to defend your body into your attacks and vice versa.
      Removing too much defensive energy leaves you without any defense.
      But it's not like I have any need for that anymore.

      "I admire your will, but you do not have the technique to beat me."

      Yes. He can just deflect my attacks.
      I open my dragon eyes, which is of course a rather self-destructing thing to do, given that my body is flooded with divine energy, which will immediately attack the dragon eyes
      which are of demonic nature. I don't care.
      I understand the confused look on the templars face, as the dragon eyes do not work on them.
      But they are not intended for him.
      I look for my own reflection in his eyes, and attempt to stare directly into my own dragon eyes.
      This is something you are never supposed to do.
      There is a high risk of getting lost forever.

      I do it to look into my past.
      Into the exact moment I fought that templar in the fires of hell.
      I was but a young teenager back then. I can see it clearly now.
      I walk towards the templar whilst looking at my memories at the same time.

      "Back then, I had only a minute to kill the master swordman."
      "And now you have a minute to do the same with me."
      "I will show you exactly how I defeated him."

      I begin to mimic the movements of the templar I fought against years ago.
      Our swords spray sparks every time they touch. At this point it looks more like a dance than a sword fight.
      He quickly realizes that he no longer has the upper hand. We are on equal terms now, and I have nothing to loose.
      He changes to a more defensive style, attempting to simply outlast the minute that was given to me.
      Fortunately, I require so much focus that I am completely incapable to think about what is going to happen next.
      Sure enough, just before the minute runs out, I perform a combination of moves that creates an opening.
      I take it without hesitation and lodge my katana firmly into his chest.

      The burning sensation and the pressure emitted by the templar stops immediately.
      He is visibly confused. He does not understand the mistake he made, and neither do I.
      This style of combat is way too advanced for me. I merely copied what I saw.
      But still, even with my sword lodged in his chest he smiles.

      "It doesn't matter. I still won."

      I have nothing witty to reply. He is right. His goal was that I die, and he achieved that, after all death has come for me.
      I have lost. I release the energy stored within the katana and the templar bursts up in purple flames, leaving nothing behind.
      I suppose this should provide some sort of relief. At least the templars are gone.
      But I feel no such thing. All I feel is failure.



      Death approaches me, carrying his scythe on his shoulder.
      This is the end.
    14. Plans

      by
      Hyu
      , 07-25-2013 at 03:33 PM (Hyu's Adventures)
      What the fuck am I doing?
      I'm feeling awkward... anxious? eerie. Yes, that's the right word, eerie. I feel overwhelmingly eerie.
      I don't feel the way I'm supposed to feel, given that I might loose everything, and that is immensely irritating.
      And then I had the glorious idea to take that orb, which I was told would inevitably lead to my death.
      I'm confused as to why I have made that choice. It seemed obvious at the time, but I just don't understand.
      Perhaps it was because I am desperate. Perhaps it was to put and end to this feeling of eeriness.
      Or perhaps, deep down, I know what I'm doing. Maybe. Hopefully?
      One thing is for certain. The decision I've made is final. There is no going back. There is only one path left to walk.
      From now on there are no more choices to be made, and that is somewhat of a relief.



      I arrive on the central platform in Riven on Teraluna, where everyone is waiting for me.
      The city feels abandoned. The animals have gone. I don't like it. It doesn't feel like home right now.
      It's nice to see the old gang together though, although I wish it was under different circumstances.
      Yuya, Shinave, Silver... even Ifrit is here? That is unexpected.
      Everyone is eagerly waiting for me to explain what is going to happen next.
      What am I going to say?



      But then all of a sudden, looking at everyone, I gain an immense burst of confidence.
      Everyone has so much confidence in me. They trust me completely. They know that we stand no chance whatsoever to survive the battle that is ahead.
      But they are smiling. Well, when I say everyone, I mean everyone besides Ifrit. Clearly he doesn't want to be here.
      And saying that he would have any confidence in me whatsoever is ridiculous. He hates me.

      I take a deep breath. What's the plan, now that I have the orb?
      Yes... that's how we're going to do it...

      "Silver... do you still practice sealing techniques."
      "Yes. What do you have in mind?"
      "How well could you seal off this area?"
      "The entire platform?"
      "Yes..."
      "Hmmm..."

      He thinks about it for a bit.

      "If focus solely on that and noting else, I can give you an interdimensional seal covering the entire platform for a few minutes..."
      "15, maybe 20?"

      That is impressive. I never expected him to be able to do that much. Not with such a high level sealing technique.
      This might work... sort of. It's all going to depend on me.

      "Alright... I have a plan."

      The magic words.

      "The templars are all united in the same location, scanning for our auras."
      "They know the rough location of Teraluna, but even though they are immensely far away, they have not come any closer."
      "This leads me to assume that they have access to a gate, and they plan on dialing in once they have our location."

      Silver points at the gate on the platform we're on.



      "An ancient gate?"
      "Yes."
      "Indeed... I suppose they are capable of using the old network. And it's not like the cities barrier will provide much protection against them."
      "Using the gates they also won't waste any energy to get here... What do you want to do? Block the gate?"

      Heh.

      "Quite the contrary."
      "Oh?"

      I see some slightly confused faces.

      "We're going to send them an invitation. Show them right where we are, and open the gate ourselves."

      Everyones eyes are opening widely.
      And then I smile.
      And then everyone else smiles.
      Except for Ifrit of course.

      "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?"

      I ignore him.

      "When I give you the sign Silver, seal off the entire platform for as long as possible."
      "Yuya, Shinave, protect Silver. The seal must not be broken."

      They nod.

      "Ifrit... are you in or out?"

      Silence.
      He draws a fire portal behind himself and turns away.
      Shinave is clearly disappointed by these actions.

      "You're going to run away?"

      Considering that he's one of the ancient gods, that was very offensive.
      But clearly he doesn't give a fuck about my opinion. I am no god. I am a lesser being.
      He would have killed me long ago would it not be for Shinave to have urged him not to do so.

      "Should you survive this day due to some miracle, know that I will end you."
      "For what? Trying to save Teraluna while you run away?"
      "It's all your fault. EVERYTHING is your fault."

      Shinave intervenes. "It isn't."
      He hates it. All gods should always side with him. After all he was the leader of the council of gods.
      Which interestingly did actually fall apart because of me. That was my fault. In my defense though, it was beyond corrupt.

      "At least I'm not hiding in the godly realm while the fate of Teraluna is decided."

      His eyebrows twitch in anger and he leaves through his portal. He doesn't want to hear any more of it.

      "I'm not sure what I was expecting, bringing him here."
      "It was worth a try."

      "So, when do we do this?" Yuya asks.
      "As soon as everyone is ready. I have taken some actions that have kind of decreased the time we have left to deal with this."
      "Good. Let's end this once and for all."

      She smiles.
      Yes. The time is now. I can feel it.
      I nod at silver and he begins to prepare the seal.
      He cuts into his left hand with a dagger, and draws some sort of incantation on the floor using his blood.
      He then puts a bandage on it and sits down in a meditative pose.
      Finally, he gives me a nod. He's ready.
      Seven spheres of water appear around Yuya, who gives me the same nod.
      And so does Shinave.
      I summon my katana and wear it on my back, since I will no longer be able to summon it once the seal is up.
      Show time.

      After many weeks of having to hide my aura, I can finally power it up again.
      I let the energy flow through my body freely. It feels so good. So refreshing.
      I immediately sense the auras of all 12 Templars locking onto us.
      Teraluna is found.
    15. Desperate Measures

      by
      Hyu
      , 05-05-2013 at 02:27 AM (Hyu's Adventures)
      I arrive in Haven with the hopes of plotting against the Templars.
      Although I have no new ideas on how to approach the situation, Silver might.

      He joined us just a few days ago, because I put off asking him until then.
      After attempting to make Ifrit join our cause, which failed quite dramatically,
      I did not have the confidence to ask Silver.

      Silver had done so much already, not to mention his horrible childhood.
      He deserves to rest... to enjoy life a little. I shouldn't burden him with my issues.
      But I ended up visiting him anyways, because I felt lost completely.
      I'm not sure what I was expecting when Yuya and I got to the place he lives at now.
      Talking to him again ended up being a little awkward. I wasn't really sure what to talk about.
      Right as I managed to muster enough courage to address the topic of the Templars
      I saw something that completely threw me off.
      A woman entered the house holding a baby. She nodded at us and continued upstairs.
      I realized Silver had a family now.
      I made up an excuse to leave. I could never ask him to join us,
      not after knowing Silver was finally at peace with himself.
      But as we left he told us to hold on.
      He ran upstairs and shortly after returned with his katana strapped to his back...
      It turned out that he had read in my eyes that I needed his help.
      I tried to talk him out of it but I failed.

      So here he is now, standing in Yuya's garden next to a table, a place where we like to sit down
      and discuss tactics. He is talking to Yuya and another person I don't think I have met.
      Yuya's expression worries me quite a bit.

      "What's wrong?"
      "... It's about Vega."

      Given the way she said it, something terrible must have happened there.
      Vega is a small village which we often visit to go to a Café called Serenity.

      It's situated on top of some sort of structure extending over the village.
      An amazing place to stargaze whilst under the influence of some kind of psychedelic drug Vega is known for.

      "What happened?"
      "It's gone."

      It is clear to me now that the other person with us is a messenger who informed her about the terrible news.
      He tells us that I need to go and see. Yuya draws a portal and we enter it together with Silver.

      The remains of Vega are in flames. They are small in numbers, they must have been burning for some time.
      A man points towards Café Serenity, which still sits on top of the structure which appears to have withstood the fires.
      He doesn't say anything though, he just walks away. Did he live in Vega?
      We rush towards the Café, finding both of its owners outside.
      Although the building still stands, it is heavily damaged and no longer in a usable state.
      The owners tell me not to worry. That it is not my fault.
      I enter the Café. Across the walls is written in burned wood:

      "For as long as the dragon remains hidden, those that help protect him shall share his fate"

      Templars... they've done this. Yuya hugs me in an attempt to console me.
      They have killed these people because we are hiding from them. To show that if I do not reveal myself they will kill those that I know.

      "They are right you know. This is not your fault..."
      "Yet I feel guilty"



      I know that she's right. I couldn't know that they were going to do this. And even if I did, what was I supposed to do, sacrifice myself?
      The owners of this Café were honest when they told me that they do not consider this my fault.
      They know who I am and what I have done. But somehow the fact that they do not consider me guilty makes me feel even worse.

      One thing is clear to me now though. The goals of the Templars have indeed changed.
      Back in the old days they were attacking other worlds in order to steal something I have long forgotten.
      They did not know who I was, and it was me that got in their way because I wanted to protect these worlds.
      But this time they are not after the belongings of worlds. They are after me specifically.
      This is very odd, considering that Templars have no concept of campanionship.
      Yes, I have indeed killed one of them a long time ago, but they would not hunt me in an attempt of vengance.
      They know no such thing. They see each-other as assets, not as brothers in arms.
      Until now I assumed that they are attempting a pre-emptive strike. So that I can not interfere with their goals again.
      But in that case I would be a secondary objective, and I am clearly not.

      That is exactly what the voices said...
      Recently, when I slept in Haven, I would hear voices during my dreams.
      They would whisper things suggesting that "they" were after me only. That it was because of time? And that I cannot surrender.
      The messages were rather cryptic, and I didn't pay much attention because until now my dreams whilst in this realm have always been
      very abstract and not really meaningful. But now that I think about them I get a feeling that they might help me find a way to deal with the Templars.
      ...
      My hopes lie with abstract and cryptic dreams I had within a dream. That is how desperate I am.
      No. It's worse actually. If the Templars were here it means they are on the right track.
      Surely they were able to force someone into telling them that we are hiding on Teraluna.
      It won't take them long to find that place, even though Haven is heavily shielded and we are masking our auras.

      "They will find Teraluna..."

      Both Yuya and Silver look at me rather depressed. I am the one who always comes up with the plans. They are relying on me for a strategy to save Teraluna... to beat the Templars once and for all.
      And I've got nothing.

      "Silver, knowing only the name of the moon, how long would it take you to find Teraluna?"

      He's unreasonably good at finding things.
      He sighs.

      "The location of Teraluna is a rather well kept secret. The library is of great importance, protecting it is easier if its location is not known."
      "Unfortunately there are many stories about it, some of which hint at its location."
      "If I would try hard enough I'd probably find it in less than a week."

      Less than a week? How am I supposed to do anything within that time frame?
      And it's not like evacuating Haven and going into hiding somewhere else is a solution without removing the Templar thread.
      They would manage to hunt some of the inhabitants down somehow.
      Not to mention the library. It is of great importance, and they would burn it to the ground.
      And then there are other things... even more crucial things.
      Teraluna cannot fall.

      The three of us combined aren't able to deal with a single Templar, yet there are 12 of them left.
      Even if I had my dragon spirit and the phoenix essence back, it would be utterly hopeless.
      And besides Ifrit I don't know anyone remotely as strong as us, yet I would need an army.
      Perhaps death is catching up with me.

      "Don't you dare even thinking about surrender."
      "... I won't."

      Silver is looking at me, probably expecting me to reveal some kind of backup plan I had all along.
      Something insane enough that it might just work. I've got nothing.
      In my desperation I recall the voices I heard in those dreams.
      For some reason I reach out with my aura, attempting to locate anything that reminds me of these voices.
      As I catch myself doing this I ponder about how ridiculous this is.
      That's not how scanning for auras works. You need to at least be able to guess how it would feel like to be
      in proximity of a person in order to find someone through aura tracking.
      But for some reason that is beyound me, at that very moment, I do find something.
      It doesn't feel like a person though, and the feeling is very weak.

      If I wasn't hiding from the Templars, I could probably pin the location down near instantly.
      But that would involve releasing an amount of energy that cannot be hidden.
      The Templars who are actively scanning for my aura would find me immediately.
      That goes for all of us. The templars know all of our auras.
      But there is someone else I know, who is rather talented in aura tracking.
      He might be able to help me find... whatever this is.

      "Okay..."
      "So I might have..."

      Silver and Yuya open their eyes wide in hope.
      Oh boy...

      "Listen. This is a longshot... no, I wouldn't even call it a longshot."
      "I have a lead alright. A lead to maybe find some sort of way to..."

      They are euphoric. Are they not listening to my words? I don't have shit.

      ...
      Fuck it. This is all I've got. If it turns out to be nothing then that's it.
      They are relying on me.

      "I need to visit an old friend to help me track someone down."
      "Until I do, I won't be sure on how to approach the situation."
      "I assume there will be a grand battle though, so prepare yourselves accordingly."

      They both nod.

      "I'll be back within less than three days."
      "In case I should fail..."
      "Bullshit! When you come back you'll have a plan."
      "You always have a plan."

      No pressure...

      "We'll evacuate Haven in case we need to make a last stand."
      "Yes."
      "And I'll have my mother talk to Ifrit..."

      Somehow I doubt that'll help.

      "Hyu?"
      "Yeah?"
      "... Don't you die on me, alright?"

      I smile.

      "Working on it!"

      That extinguishes the last worries in her facial expression.
      I summon my phoenix wings.
      Time to go annoy the hell out of an old friend of mine. Time to meet a talking bird.
      I take off into the fabric of space.
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