Xanous' Dream Journal

#508 - DILD (IDWILDish) - 1:23AM

Started taking a new muscle relaxer for my RLS so I don't have to take Kratom all the time. Dose was cut in 1/4 of 500mg pill. This may or may not have played a part in such a crazy ass dream.

BTW before anyone judges me... I took no sides in the last presidential elections in the US.

I am orbiting Earth in some open glass vehicle with a team of 3 or 4 people. We are talking about a one world government and I suggest we need to all unite but be careful that it's not a dictatorship. I tell them we need a president of Earth and it's needs to purely be a democracy. While we talk I am somehow wrapping saran wrap around the Earth with enormous strips (saving the Earth?).

There's a weird segment where someone gets me tangled in an orb or saran wrap with ocean water around me. I feel claustrophobic so I tear my way out of it. There are then some jumbled images and I am now held hostage by a government entity along with my team. We are some place in the woods and men in black military garb are holding my right arm down on a stone table. I see the others are getting injected with some sort of brown liquid. I look down at my own arm again see a needle so in. Somehow I know it's pure DMT. I panic and ask if I am about to trip. When no one answers, I am assume this is what is really happening to us. I calm myself and decide to try to enjoy the ride rather than have a bad trip in the middle of the woods with my kidnappers. There is a warming sensation in my body and I close my eyes and just let go.

I am in another place and instantly lucid. I know I am in a dream now, but still totally believe the backstory. I am in some abandoned building and it feels like a projection of the future. There is a newpaper of Hilary Clinton's face on the front cover and the headlines read, "QUEEN HILARY". I look and see the others from my team are with me as well as the guy in black that injected us. Someone suggests that this is whats going to happen if we don't stop her. Instead of President Earth we will have Earth Queen Hilary. That's when Donald Trump step past me and gives me a worried and defeated grin. I just kind of roll my eyes at him and walk into the next room.

This is a big open room with a desk and the man in black uniform is standing there like he's about to begin some sort of meeting with us. There is a lot of talking about everything that is happening and I find myself in awe that we are all in a shared lucid dream induced by DMT. I think it must have been a really high dose to make this happen. I make several comments about all of this but everyone is talking over me and I can't tell if they even heard me or whats being said.

That's when I realize that Bazil was with us but for some reason he didn't make it into the dream with us. I say this out loud and then turn to a guy that looks just like Bazil. I suggest that we should share code words and say them back to each other when we wake up to make sure this really happened (Dream logic ). My word for him is 'potato' and his reply is 'death threats'. It seems a big ominous, but I shrug it off. Some younger woman or girl wants in on what we are doing. I tell her that this is getting to be all too much and I want to remember the code words. However she is very persistent so I give in just to keep my mind clear. I tell her that her word is 'carrot', but I am not able to remember her reply because I really start feeling overwhelmed.

Then chaos breaks out and we all start practicing dream control and battling each other. Some woman with purple hair is attacking me from a distance. There is a strong wind and she floats up with purple fire in each hand. I try to use some magic at her first, but I can't summon anything up. I comment how I always have issue with this kind of dream control.

Suddenly, Newt Scamander appears out of a portal to my right and flicks his wand at me. I am hit directly in the abdomen and I laugh. I tell him I can't be hurt in a dream as I run past him teasing him.
Bellatrix Lestrange yells at me from a balcony above and shouts, "How do you know [it can hurt you]? How big is it now?"
Worried, I look at down at myself and wave my hands in a fashion over my crotch to create some sort of spell-canceling effect. I know she's probably just mocking me, but I want to be sure. I bother checking; I just have to believe my magic works, but works just a little differently.

I walk back to the man in black. I notice it's very windy again. The man is still patiently standing there like he's ready to begin something. I say that we need to get to the point of this whole thing because this dream is starting to get a little unstable. The wind increases, but the man just stands there looking at me. Suddenly, the dream dims away and I wake up feeling thoroughly surprised to be in my own bedroom.