Xanous' Dream Journal

#255 - DEILD - 6:01AM

I remember a lucid fragment before this dream...

I tranform into a werewolf howling and growling. I feel tall and massive but I feel unconvinced that look the part. I roar at a dull faced, bored-looking man in a beard blocking my path. He doesn't seem convinced either. I am fooled by and FA and try to enter the dream in my DJ. After, typing a lot of words, the app doesn't look right and I worry that I may be dreaming. I feel overwhelmed. I remember no more of this dream.

I DEILD from another non lucid dream. I get vibes again but this time I don't feel like fighting to start the dream. I relax and begin to float around. Peaceful, relaxing piano music begins to play. I smile and make swimming motions as I listen. I think this is the soundtrack I may be looking for for a project I am thinking about. The piano music become over-layed with a tranquil synthesized sound. The effect is nice.

Suddenly, I feel danger and fear. My Spidey sense tells me there is something stalking me void. I make fast swimming motions and just as suddenly, the danger passes. The music never stops and I resume my relaxation.

Then out of nowhere, I see that I am floating by the large mirror in the living room. I quickly, reach out and take it off the wall. Doing so causes me to float down to the floor. for fun, I decide to look at my reflection as I walk toward the front door. To my horror the person in the mirror is a smeared, disfigured version of me. He looks like he is silently screaming as if in great pain. The sight of this confuses me and creates an unpleasant and nameless emotion. I drop the mirror, shake it off, and move outside expecting snow.

I see there is a little snow on ground and go for the Snowman TOTM. I gather up enough snow to make a small base. As I do, I still have Santa on my mind and decide to call out for him. Of course, there is no answer and the crazy hill-billy from the previous dream doesn't come to mind. Once I am done with the base, a large snowball rolls by. It's looks like a nice size for a midsection. I grab it without much thought to where it came from, slap it on, and then make a head. When I'm done, I step back and notice how small the snowman is. It's about two to three feet. I try to pinch and zoom motions as if on a touch screen. The snowman wobbles, stretches a bit but returns to it's original size. Then, the consistency of the snow becomes something like dry play-dough and cotton. The snowman begins to crumble and I try to hastily pack it back together, but to no avail. I decide it's no longer worth wasting my time and walk away.

I decide I would like to chat with a DC for whatever amount of dream time I may have. I shout out asking if anyone was around to talk to. There is no answer. I wake up.