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A mage and his journey

I recall being a mage, preparing for a long journey.

Nyarlathotep at the top of the world

There was a palace made of marble and granite rocks, ornamented with gold, silver and emeralds. It stood on top of the tallest mountain of the world. I was standing on a balcony, and watching a man going closer to the edge of another balcony. He jumped out, and disappeared leaving only the cloak he wore. After a while I saw it again, but this time, the man was thrown out of balcony, and his soul devoured by The Crawling Chaos Nyarlathotep.

Shadowlurker under the stairwell

I was outside with my younger sister. While entering the home, Shadowlurker appeared under our stairwell. He screamed really loud. I wasn't afraid, rather annoyed. I found a grenade in my pocket, and threw it at him. He stopped moving for a while, and started screaming again. I threw another grenade, to no avail. He was still screaming and trying to scare us. I was mad, took out dynamite stick out of my pocket, and put it in his mouth. He looked like a little baby, albeit horrible looking and paranormal. He didn't knew that I ignited the dynamite fuse. Explosion was enough to kill that bastard. With my sister, we decided to climb up a pole standing near our house, to avoid more of suprises like that.

A terrifying terrorist had come to our town and had hidden himself in the basement of a church. My cousin and I decided to go see if we could find him.

We found the door to the church basement easily enough. But inside it was pitch black. I switched on my flashlight. What I saw was a large room, sort of like a stairwell, with concrete stairs going down the sides of the walls. I shown my light over the railing on the side to see if I could see the bottom. I couldn't.

We tentatively began walking down. We got to a landing, and there was a rotting alien corpse. Suddenly we heard a noise and hid behind it. It echoed through the stairs. We listened and waited for a long time but nothing showed itself. Then we gave up and went back up to the main floor.

Then all the children that attended the church banded together. (The group included my sister, who was suddenly quite obese.) They numbered about fifty. They vowed to all the grown ups that they would descend the stairs, reach the bottom, find the horrible man and destroy him. The adults pleaded with them not to go, but they would not listen. So one day they marched through the door, and we listened on the other side to the muffled echoes of their feet descending the stairs. They never came back up.

DJ Log: November 30, 2012 – 8:45AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking down a fairly dark stairwell which leads to a below-grade doorway. The stairwell is made of crumbling concrete and the steps have diamond plated steel on top of them. There is a small light on the wall above, but it is barely enough light to see where I am going.

I take a couple of steps downward and find that there are snakes all over the place. There are snakes on the steps and more snakes are crawling out of holes on the concrete beside the steps. The snakes are a variety of sizes and colors. I take a couple more steps down then a small snake jumps off the wall and bites my on the end of my left index finger. I turn around and walk back up the steps with the snake hanging off my finger. A couple of snakes follow me as I walk.

Just as I'm reaching to pry the snake off my finger, it lets go and slithers away. As I turn toward the steps, I feel something hanging off my back. There is a large snake trying to crawl up my shirt. It is hanging out from the back of my shirt like a tail. I reach around and pull on the snake, but it won't let go. I lean back and whip my shirt off as fast as I can. The snake stays with the shirt and is now laying on the ground in front of me. The snake is bright orange and looks to be about 4 feet (1.22 meters) long.

I have half written DJ’s and scribbles overflowing my computer and phone…
I’ll post them eventually but for now we’ll focus on the recent one.
As always... my own thoughts during the dream are italicized & moments of lucidity are specified.


Pala
This one is from the other night.

I’m standing in a line of some sort with what seems to be mostly asian people in an enclosed stairwell? Feels like an apartment building. I look over the railing and see the line wraps all the way down past my vision… Wow. Everyone seems to be dressed in a very flamboyant fashion… feather boas, face paint, vibrant colors, spandex, & more spandex. Fucking spandex.
Ok anyways, the line is slowly moving and I see a roof entrance.
Cool, I'm almost to the top.

I go to walk on the first step of the last flight of stairs but I stumble and fall back. Some asian guy behind me breaks my fall.

Me: “I’m so sorry…”
Him:“It’s ok, no worries. All the newbies do that on the first last step.”

I give him a puzzled look and he motions back towards the stairs…
dafuq….

The actual stairs are gone and now I see 4 round vents steeply lining the right side of the wall with pieces of thick paper sticking out of them. I don't know how else to describe it. I stare in pure confusion & then turn back to the guy.

Me: “This is insane! How am I supposed to climb this?”
Him: “Here, I’ll help you through it. Just envision the paper being solid like concrete. It’s a rite of passage… they have to make sure your awareness and imagination are strong enough to handle the inside.”
Me: “…The inside of what?”
Him: “Pala…”
Me: “Pala? Like as in…”

He nods and smiles. I get excited and scared all in one breath. I turn back towards the “steps” and focus. The air coming out of the vents is making the paper shake and this doesn’t help.
I’m trying too hard…
Just relax…
Just relax…

I look towards the door and just breathe. I notice the chatter in the stairwell quiet… I can feel all the people silently rooting for me. I see the paper start to still itself in my peripheral…. I reach out and touch the first vent which is about chest height. It feels thick but soft like cardboard…
damn…
I think this is solid as I'm gonna get it…
fuck it!
I'm going for it.

I hop onto the first vent without hesitation. A roar of cheers erupts from the stairwell and the people below me don't seem the slightest bit concerned about me falling on them. The cardboard bends & I start to slip back but the asain guy grabs my ass and pushes me up! I grip the cardboard for dear life as the solidarity falters in and out. I reach out for the second vent. The cardboard feels even thinner than the one I'm on. I look back at my new buddy in fear.

Me: “Holy shit I cant do this!”
Him: “Yes you can! You're a ninja!”
Me: “What?! I’m not a fucking ninja! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Him: “Yes you are! Tell me you're a ninja! Say you're a ninja!”
Me: (fearful whisper) “I’m a ninja….”
Him: “No! Say it like you mean it! Say it!”
Me: “I’m a aahhhh!”

The cardboard on the first vent finally gives out. I fully grasp second cardboard vent thingy to keep from plummeting onto the crowd below. It bends as I hang onto it while trying to get some sort of traction on the right wall with my sneakers. I feel a hand grab my thigh and jerk me upwards just as the paper I'm gripping starts to tear. It’s the guy again. He's standing on the paper of the first vent just below me like its solid rock. We lock eyes and he stares like he’s known me my whole life…

Me: “I am… a motherfucking ninja….”

The paper/cardboard suddenly solidifies in my grip. I feel light as a feather. I look back at him with a smile on my face as he grabs my sneaker and tucks his shoulder beneath it. I use it to boost myself onto the second vent with ease. I stare at the other two “steps” remaining and simply hop onto them... like a space man walking on the moon. I reach the platform with the door. I turn back and see everyone cheering, clapping, and some people even had tears in their eyes?
Why are they all so happy for me?
I’ve been holding up the line all this time
and yet they cheer…

My helping stranger joins me on the platform & gratitude overflows me as I hug him.

Me: “Thank you…”
Him: “The pleasure was all mine.”
Me: “I don't even know your name…”
Him: “Yes, you do….”

I step back and look him in the eyes… there’s a familiarity in them but I can’t place it. He motions towards the door and I suddenly feel hesitance. I wanna stay on the platform with him…
I don't wanna go anymore. For some reason I just knew we couldn’t walk through the door together…
It was against the rules.
I felt a familiar ache…
like I had been in this situation before... It hurts.
I know he feels my confusion and hesitance but he grabs my hand and places it on the door handle.

Him: “Go… its better if you don't remember everything at once. No worries, we’ll see each other sooner than you think.”
Me: “But….”
Him: “Hurry, you don't have much time.”
Me: “What do mean? I have all the time in world…”
Him: “No, not in this dream... not today.”
Me: “Dream? Wait… this is a Drea-“

I wake up to my alarm just as I slip into lucidity.
Story of my life….

Kumara's Dreams

Childhood defenses and threatening transformation

I am driving fast, and as I crest a hill, I hit a huge wave of vibration that I thought of as “resistance”, an impression of police on the side of the road with a radar-type instrument that was emitting the waves. The vehicle slowed wayyyy down and I felt the vibrations all through my body, it was as if reality itself was impacted by the waves. I grabbed my seatbelt and fastened it, though it was difficult, like moving through molasses.

I drive on and to take shelter in a building on the beach, and many people were streaming by, running toward the water. Big machines were coming, that I thought of as “transformers” that I only maybe had a glimpse of.

I was with Pax and a little girl, we were running for the shelter. I didn’t think we had long so I stopped to tell Pax and the little girl that I love them. I faced Pax and as I told him I love him, he said something at the same time. I felt a little sad, I don’t remember what he said but I felt at the time it was dismissive. Then we were running and I started to yell at the little girl that I love her, but I only had an impression of a Little Debbie’s box that was under her arm or she had become the box, and I realized, “she’s not even real!”.

We ran into the shelter. Pax and I sat on a landing in the stairwell. The first big machine went by, and I could see in my mind a cartoon of toys that had come to battle the ‘transformers’. Then another machine came by, and I knew this one was more dangerous because it was radiating heat. It hit the building I was in, and the building listed and fell over. I was unharmed, and now felt more like a point of awareness than an “I”. The corner of the landing turned over on me, thus protecting me. While I felt the heat and the rumble of the machine passing by, I could simultaneously see in my mind a line of cartoon tugboats all lined up to my left, with faces and determined looks, all there to fight the threatening machines. I noticed a thought, “it’s as if all of my childhood toys are lining up to protect me/fight.”


The Indian guy on my back

I was lying on my couch, it seemed like me in a different reality because I had a different, larger laptop that was on a stand in front of me next to the couch. I was on my left side, and a browser was open on the laptop. A tab popped open, and maybe more had that I closed, I remember the screen was red with a white CB logo, I understood that I had picked up some sort of virus. As I was noticing that, I noticed how I was feeling and did an RC. “Can I fly?” I started to rise up out of my body off of the couch, so I went with it and let myself float up and I flew out of my apartment. I noticed the view of the weeping willows in the dark, lit by the nightlights on the property. I noticed how real it seemed and that I could understand how I could forget I was dreaming. I flew off into the sky, wanting to just fly a bit and have a look around. I remember at some point feeling like flying was difficult so I was making swimming strokes to keep going.

I put my hands out in front of me Superman –style. I felt a warmth behind me and a man’s hands appeared over mine. Someone was on my back and weighing me down. I was furious. I flew to a building, through a wall and landed on my feet on a stairwell landing. I twisted as fast as I could to detach from whoever was on my back, and face him. He was slight Indian man, about my height, with dark hair not quite shoulder-length and a closely-trimmed beard. He seemed “weathered”, and had a light scar running diagonally down from his left along his left pec. His expression I would say was “chagrined”. I angrily yelled at him, “WHO ARE YOU?”. I don’t remember if he answered.


Going down on a cutie

I walked into a bedroom, it was dark and I saw a girl I knew (in the dream) lying in bed. I saw another figure in the bed and wondered if someone was in bed with her or if it was a stuffed animal. I wanted to slide in under the covers and kiss her body and go down on her. She woke up and smiled at me.

Spoiler for Dream sex details:

I asked her if she wanted me to lick her pussy and she happily agreed. Scene change to being in a bathroom with her, she is sitting naked on the counter. The counter is ceramic tile. Her legs are spread before me and she is welcoming me. I am SO happy to please her sexually, and I put my hands on her thighs and bury my face, gently, in her bush. I’m gently flicking my tongue along her clit, and sucking on it while she directs me to be gentle, gentle. She is loving it and I’m loving that she is loving it. Next thing I notice is she is somehow lying on her back while I put pressure on her lower belly to enhance her pleasure, and am enticing her and excited about putting my fingers inside of her, because I know she loves it.

End of what I remember in the dream.

Dream fragments

Fragments of feeling choked, closed in around my throat on all sides by a presence (I slightly awakened, noticed my body was ok, then went back into the dream). Feelings of pressure, being surrounded. I remember once feeling threatened and powerless and surrounded by beings “choking” me and asking, “god, what do I do?” and then relief.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was a view that was partly like a TV view and partly like a scene that I was inside of. The view was of a kitchen. The kitchen looked like it was from a 1950s TV show, like The Honeymooners. The floor, walls, and tables were grey.

A family was in the kitchen. The children sat at the table with a man who was possibly the kids' father, although he may not have been a relation at all. The wife was walking around in the kitchen, possibly getting food ready. The children were all young, less than ten years old. The children and the mother may all have been wearing heavy nightgowns. The man was somewhat professionally dressed, and he seemed to have waxed hair and a waxed mustache.

The children and the mother were all giving the man a gift. They were going to take the man anywhere he wanted to go. The man was surprised by this gift. He put some serious effort into thinking of where he wanted to go. He may have thought of some exotic places. But then the children began playing some kind of weird tag-like game around the man's chair.

The man seemed to be having just as much fun with this game as the children were having. But the man fell in his chair at one point. He appeared to be injured. The children, who had been afraid of the man before, were now afraid of him again. He may have been knocked out, or he may have been dying. But the kids didn't want to be around when the man had regained enough consciousness to yell at the kid.

The kids ran through some kind of weird place that looked like an outdoor scene indoors. The ground was grey and slightly hilly, but it all seemed to be littered slightly with white wads of paper. The kids found some group of parents.

I was trying to make a point to everybody (even though I wasn't necessarily in the scene) that the man wasn't mad. I now saw the man. He was still lying on his back on the kitchen floor, wheezing in and out, barely conscious. He was being tended to by a man and a woman. He was saying that if he was going to go anywhere it would be to St. Louis, so he could see his family again.

Dream #2

I was in some apartment complex. I had come out of the apartment I was in. The sky was heavy with dark clouds, as if were going to rain heavily or as if it had just gotten finished raining. A man and a woman were walking down the steps from a floor above me. We were leaving the apartment at the same time for some similar reason. We may actually have been leaving together.

I saw a huge American Airlines plane flying really low near the apartment. It flew over a deep green landscape, like trees over a rolling, suburban neighborhood. The plane was so low I thought it was going to crash. But it didn't.

I may have needed to speed up to get where I was going. I ran down a stairwell and then did someb weird move where I slid down one of the vertical poles of the complex.

I was now on the ground level of the complex (even though I may previously have been on the ground level as well). I walked around a corner of the building and went into a laundry room. I had to grab my laundry before I could leave.

Some other people had apparently used the dryers after I had put my clothes in them. The dryers and washing machines were actually stuffed full of clothes, as if at least two other groups of people had come in after me and shoved their clothes into the machines without first taking the clothes out that the previous people had left in. It also appeared to me that some people had taken some of their clothes out already. The laundry room was filled with piles of clothes.

I was kind of worried that my laundry had only been partly done. But I began to pick through all the clothes, trying to find everything that was mine, so I could leave. As I was picking through the clothes I found two pairs of panties. The panties looked like they were for a little girl. They were white and made of terry cloth. They had some design of Tweety Bird and some quote in cursive writing on the front. One pair had a purple waistband and one pair had a pink waistband.

I figured I would steal one of these pairs of panties. Probablyb nobody would notice, I thought. I knew the panties were for a little girl, but I figured I could fit into them as well. I may have decided on the panties with the pink waistband. I may have been worried about getting caught while I was stealing the panties.

I was now sitting in some living room. A woman was walking up a staircase, possibly up from a basement. I was afraid to see her, as if it just seemed so uncanny that she could appear from the stairs. But now the woman came down the stairs from an upper floor. The woman was my co-worker, SP. She was wearing boy clothes. She wore a brown, button-up shirt and a round-brimmed hat. She had a suitcase with her.

SP told me that she had gotten all her laundry taken care of and that she was now leaving. She told me that she had even seen my laundry in the laundry room. Something she said implied somehow that she had actually sorted and folded my clothes for me. I asked her if this was true. She said yes. She said that everything was laid out in the laundry room for me. I may have seen everything on a folding table with a fake wood top in my mind's eye.

SP may have made some comment about how difficult it had been to sort my clothes out of all the other clothes in the laundry room, but how she had done it because she thought it that my clothes were important enough to keep track of.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I walked up something like a wooden ramp or a wooden deck that was in front of some kind of run-down beach house or shack made of wood. I may have been in a line with people.

I was now in a classroom. The desks in the classroom seemed all crammed together. We were all preparing for some kind of test like the SATs. I looked up from my study material and saw JW, my old friend from high school, studying for the test.

I made some kind of weird comment in a weird voice that I thought would remind him of our high school days. JW recognized me, but he only ackowledged me briefly and reluctantly. I was a little hurt.

Some voice called from behind me. I turned around. Another friend of mine, who I didn't recognize, was trying to get my attention. This guy was from some more recent time in my life. He may have been overweight, with tan skin, black hair in a ponytail, a goatee, and glasses. I was kind of put out that JW wouldn't talk to me, while this guy would.

Now the test was about to begin. The teacher was doing something. I made some kind of immature joke. The class' and teacher's attention were drawn to me. The teacher may have asked me something. I may have responded with a dumb answer that was a smart alecky way of saying I didn't know anything.

The teacher said, "What a disappointment. I thought you were one of the bright ones. I was looking for someone to give a presentation on how to take this test. I thought it was going to be you. But I guess not, now."

Apparently, we all had to go somewhere else to take the test. We were all walking through some area.

Later, I think I had decided not to take the test after all. I was somewhere that was half outside and half inside. I stood on some barren soil. A pit as long as my body and a few feet deep was dug into the soil. I sat down into the pit. I began pulling the dirt down onto myself.

I buried my legs pretty quickly. I started to wonder if I would suffocate if I managed to pull dirt all over my body, which was, I think, my objective. I may have gotten afraid. I may have pulled myself up out of the pit. As I looked down at the soil, the soil may have seemed disgusting to me, like it was feces.

Dream #2

I was in a high school, walking down the steps of a stairwell. A white kid kind of dressed like a gangster came up the steps and punched me in the face. I dropped my books. The kid kept attacking me, but I tried to ignore him. I picked up my books and walked the rest of the way down the stairs.

I got around a corner, into some place like a classroom. For some reason I looked back out around the corner, into the stairwell. The kid punched me in the face again!

Dream #3

I was in my bedroom. A strange, white animal was crawling across the floor. It was moving somewhat quickly. I thought it might be a mouse. But it had such a strange look, like a slug.

I was interested in the animal, but I didn't want it in my house. It seemed to be heading out the door of its own accord. I watched it as it approached the door. But just before it got to the door it turned back around.

I now got on the floor and tried to scare the animal away. But I only seemed to make it curious about me. It came closer, so I figured I might as well try to learn what kind of animal it was. It turned out to be very much like a white mouse with grey ears. But something about it still looked not quite right. I wondered if I actually wasn't looking at a baby rat.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a big, concrete structure like a parking garage at night. I was on one of the floor near the top. But I was down at the bottom of some stairwell that opened from the road. There was some room at the bottom of the stairwell. Some of my old friends or co-workers were in the room. This place was apparently my office.

My friend from work, M, had been instructed, I somehow knew, to deliver a manila envelope to a young man in the office. The envelope contained a hiring package. The man was now employed by my company.

Then M walked away to get another package. I was still standing out in the stairwell. I knew everybody in the office knew about the next package, what it would be. Even thought nobody told me about it, I also knew what it would be.

M brought the package to me. The package was basically a letter saying I was fired. M treated me kind of coldly and told me I couldn't come back into the office.

I walked up the stairwell. I was out in the parking garage. My office desk was out there. I figured I should clean out my desk. Near the desk was a dining table. An older Asian man and a little girl, the man's daughter, were seated at the table. I was ashamed to be around the man and girl after just having gotten fired.

Dream #2

I was getting onto the subway. I was going somewhere kind of far away, and I might have been planning to be there for a while. I was wearing a big backpack, which went all the way up my back and even a little higher than my head.

As I was getting onto the train, an older black man followed me. He had a white beard and a wool cap. I felt like I'd seen him all over the place, wherever I'd gone. We were the only two people getting on the train. So obviously now he was following me.

I wanted to yell at him and ask why he was following me. But I didn't feel like it would do any good. So I let him go ahead of me on the train.

We were the only two people on the train. The train was kind of dark. The seats were set weird, like the benches were all lifted on a platform, and there was a guardrail right in front of the bench. It didn't look like there was any legroom.

The man lay down at the far end of the bench and fell asleep. I crawled across the bench and tried to find some way to sit down.

Dream #3

I was in something like a living room with an old woman. We were part of some karaoke contest. We were about to go on. But suddenly the woman sprang the idea on me that we should do a duet. She suggested some song I didn't know.

I didn't want to do the song, since I didn't know it and I'd be horrible. But I felt grateful to the woman for some reason, so I figured I'd better do the duet.

The woman showed me some lyrics and gave me the tune. I still didn't know the song, but I thought I had the words.

Now we were out on a big stage. The music began. I recognized the tune! I started to sing, but I suddenly realized I'd forgotten all the words.

The old woman looked at me, terribly disappointed.

Good morning, everybody. I think these dreams are both influenced by other dreams I've read on this site.

Dream #1

I was in a department store. The light was somewhat grey and dim. I walked to my right, into an area with a lot of dresses for little girls.

I walked past one long rack of dresses. The dresses were all shimmery. Most of them had one single color, like purple or pink. Some may even have had pointy, brimless "princess" hats (which now remind me more of the I Dream of Genie headdress).

All these dresses were supposed to be long on little girls. I assumed they'd hardly even fit onto my body. But for some reason I was still thinking of trying these things on.

I walked between two long racks of dresses. Some of these dresses seemed to have black velvet tops and gold skirts.

As I walked along, two or three tall, young, black men came walking from the other direction. The men were all dressed in shiny, satiny outfits that looked like jester outfits. The front guy may have been wearing sunglasses.

I scooted out of the way a little bit. When I did so, so did the guys. I excused myself and said sorry. The front guy said, "No problem, no problem."

I now found myself out in a wider area of the store. I was trying to figure out whether I wanted to go back to the dresses or go somewhere else.

Dream #2

I was possibly somewhere like a room in a library. I was probably with a group of peers, which was probably led by an older, tall, balding "teacher" figure with grey hair, glasses, jeans, and a denim shirt.

At some point I realized I wasn't wearing any pants or underwear. I was just wearing a big button-up shirt. I knew I needed to get fully dressed.

I walked out into a large stairwell like a big, open stairwell at a museum. I knew I was on the third floor and I needed to get down to the first floor. There were people on the stairs and on the floors between the stairs, walking in and out from exhibits. I had told myself I would run down the back stairwell. But I now realized I was going down the main stairway.

I thought for a moment I could keep going. I thought the shirt was long enough that nobody would see I was wearing no underwear. But then I saw that people had noticed I was wearing no pants and underwear. I was embarrassed. I hurried at the next landing to a doorway to the back stairwell.

I ran past a couple people and into the smaller stairwell, which was more like a fire escape stairwell. I was all alone. I started speeding down the stairs, almost flying down them, taking a lot of steps at once.

I went too fast and found that I had gone too far down. I was in an area full of white-painted pipes. The area was huge and well lit, and the pipes were all so neatly arranged, like bookshelves in a library.

I felt way out of place down here (although my state of undress didn't seem to bother me anymore). I knew I needed to get up to the correct floor. I imagined workers finding me and trying to do something bad to me.

I now imagined (???) a tall, black man in a beige denim jacket and black sunglasses standing before me at the bottom of the staircase. My view panned through the aisles of white pipes which also seemed to be decorated with white Christmas lights.

I imagined myself asking the imaginary man a weird question, like which way was the way out. I imagined the man first telling me something weird, like telling me how to get to the position in the basement where the exit would actually be on the first floor. I even imagined a huge painting, like a huge equestrian painting that might be seen in the lobby of an art museum.

I then imagined, as my view panned through an area of white pipes lit almost entirely by tons and tons of white Christmas lights, that the man asked me something, like he was asking me on a date (???). I imagined that just around the corner from this area there was something like a themed food court, all done up in a confectionery style, like old merry-go-rounds.

I thought that if this guy wanted to go have all this fun at "the festival," I'd have to get money from an ATM. I could hear Mexican music, like Mariachi music, playing somewhere.

I found myself in a place like the parking lot of a shopping plaza from when I was a kid. The shopping plaza had a number of large stores, like a big clothing store, a big grocery store, and a big bookstore. It was night, and the light was deep blue, with all the lights in the shopping plaza turned off. But I still saw the lights, felt the warmth, and heard the music of the festival somewhere.

I walked around trying to figure out where the festival was. I felt like I had woken from a dream. I may have been trying to convince myself that the music and light had only been in my dream, and that I was now just having trace memories of that stuff.

But, I told myself, I'm still dreaming! There's no way I could be just walking around here right now. This is a dream, too.

Realizing this was a dream, I felt a lot more clarity. The sky may have even gotten a bit lighter.

I decided to turn around and look for the festival. But as soon as I turned around, everything went black, like I had closed my eyes. I tried to "open my eyes" and see again. But I couldn't. I walked around. I felt and heard myself walking. I even continued hearing the music. I even had some idea of where I was in the parking lot. But I couldn't see anything.

Dream #3

I was in "my office," which was larger than my office, much more like an office floor for a larger company.

I got up from a cubicle when I heard that a couple of women were getting ready to interview a man for a position. I felt like they were interviewing a replacement for my position.

I walked a little ways, then looked through what seems to have been the underside of a large semi-truck's trailer, to the elevator bank at the front of the office floor.

I could see the interviewee in my mind's eye. He was a little kid, maybe 10 or 11 years old, dressed in a nice suit. One of the women interviewing him was a stout, Hispanic woman with short, black hair.

I heard from somebody nearby that my boss was getting fired, and that the person was interviewing to become my boss' replacement. That was a relief for me, considering I had been thinking all this time that I was going to get fired. I only hoped that management would decide to keep me after firing my boss.

I may have thought about the complications for this actually being possible. Maybe the man already had somebody like me on his team. So maybe he'd just bring that other person over from whatever company he was coming from. I also thought that it might not be worth it to work for this guy, anyway. Maybe he would just turn out to be a jerk.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This was a weird dream, and I wasn't as lucid as I'd have liked.

It began with me and my parents. We were in some form of mall, similar to the Mall of America, but there was only one floor. The style of the tile, walls, and stores looked the same. I remember distinctly seeing an Avon store with an identical logo to the real thing, as well as an HMV, but the logo was a brighter blue instead of hot pink, and it was big, covering the whole top part of the entrance of the store. Inside it had black walls instead of gray, but that's all I remember, as I didn't go inside.

The mall was packed; there were hordes of people, but it wasn't so crowded that it was uncomfortable.

The next thing I knew, we were at a large store that looked almost like a more closed-in "Apple" store, as the interior was white and gray, but dimly lit, the walls covered in merchandise and cherry wooden shelving. There was two doors side-by-side in the center of the entrance, and there were large windows on either side. It was around the size of a Hollister store. On one window, covering nearly the entire panel, was the official Avatar poster, with "Avatar" on the bottom in blue, glowing papyrus typefont. It also said "April 22nd" right below that, in a slightly smaller font, which was the actual release date.

I decided to go inside, as I wanted to buy the movie (for some reason I knew that it was the grand opening of this "Avatar" store and the release date for the movie, but I didn't see any customers once I entered!) There was a very short hallway, and then it branched off into a few rooms, almost like a spacious maze. On shelves there were snacks and Avatar merchandise, including small professionally packaged bags of chocolate covered cherries, selling for $5.00 each. This, I remember distinctly. I'm not sure why this occurred, but I looked down at the floor and I was wearing no shoes! I then became lucid, but it was a low-level lucidity, and I lost it as soon as I turned the corner and saw James Cameron. He said, "hello" to me, and I replied, "hi". I didn't attack him for an autograph or anything of the sorts, and just continued to browse around the store. I don't believe I ever saw the actual DVD or Blu-Ray of the movie in the store.

The dream skipped. I ended up in my dad's old apartment, in the hallway right beside two elevators, boasting shiny silver doors, slightly scratched from rubbing against the mechanisms inside the elevator wall. The carpet was slightly lighter than burgundy, and it had a detailed but spaced-out filigree pattern in transparent gold. The lighting, again, was slightly dim but was fine to walk around in. I decided to take the stairs (why, I don't know) and they were way different from what they should have been. It was a stairwell that hugged the four walls of the room, curling around in a square-shaped style, and I looked down the middle; it was around ten or eleven floors tall. I started taking off down the stairs, suddenly aware that someone was behind me, chasing me. Although I wasn't lucid at all, I decided to fly by summoning a pair of feathered wings, and I dove down the center of the stairwell. I could see my wings in the corner of my eyes, and I felt the person trying to grab me the second I went over the edge.

I landed on the first floor, still in the stairwell, and my wings were gone. I took off and went through the door. I was now in the city.