Zeek: Thanks for the congrats. Those two lucids seem like they're really long but in reality they probably only lasted a few minutes. Just takes forever to write them out. And I never realize the strangeness of my thought processes in dreams until I actually do write them down and re read them.
No hard feelings about the aim thing. I was just logging off and wanted to toss you a hello so you wouldn't think I was being a snob or ignoring you. :content:
jjm: Back again I see. Welcome. Hopefully you'll stick around longer this time.
And yeah, it's up to 27 pages. Over 700 dreams crammed in here. I always kid that my mind is basically empty during the day and that at night it's overactive, probably to balance everything all out. :sheepishgrin:
Tuesday Dec. 12th
1- MJ Moved In
Lived in a new upper apartment. The walls were spotless white and I barely had anything in the place. No pictures on the walls, no furniture in the rooms. Despite the emptiness I felt completely at ease in the place.
Came into the living room and there saw my sister MJ laying on a foldout couch. She was covered in a blanket. I wondered... wtf? How did she find me and wft is she doing sleeping here? Before I could ask she launched into some sob story. I sat on the end of the couch and listened.
A while later her son crawled out from under the blanket. He stumbled over and gave me a hug, slobbering on me as he did. He then crawled off the couch. MJ tossed the covers off herself and to my disgust she was only laying there in her underwear. I threw the covers back on her and told her to put some effin clothes on.
I then followed her son around the house. He opened a door into a bedroom and I was surprised to see a little girl of about 5 laying in bed. MJ's son said, quite clearly, "Scoobie's here". The little girl woke up and slid from the bed. She got on her hands and knees and acted like a baby as she greeted MJ's 1 yr old.
2- The Secret Chambers/Attempted Photography
Was with some guy, can't remember what he looked like but have the distinct feeling he was vampire-ish. We crept down some stairs and into an old stone basement. To the left side of the stairs was a long dark passage which I knew lead to a group of people that, for lack of a better description, seemed like satan worshipers. I think we were supposed to trap them all in there but we heard someone coming up the long passage.
Me and Vamp guy hid behind the stairs in the shadows. The person who came out was wearing a long white robe and a hood. Couldn't see his face. He left again and we were about to come out from our hiding place when we noticed a doorway on the right side of the stairs, one we'd fail to notice earlier. We both went inside an it was only a large empty room. One of us must have tripped some sort of trigger because the wall farthest from us vanished as if it had been a mirage. The real wall was reavealed. It had a huge hole in it. Vamp and I dashed over and looked in. It was dimly lit and packed with heaps of gold and silver artifacts.
I climbed in right away, careful of where I stepped because the floor was carpeted in treasure. Vamp kept tellng me to be careful, he seemed afraid of the room and it's contents. I was fascinated by them. I had no lust for the riches. What fascinated me was the apparent ancinetness of the treasure. I rummaged through it, sure I would find something of great importance.
Swords in golden sheaths poked out of the piles of treasure every so often. I made my way to one and grabbed the hilt. I slowly pulled the sword out. I looked at Vamp and said, "Think of it, the last hands that wrapped around this hilt might have been a knight, or even royalty."
I pulled the sword out of it's casing to discover that the on the last few inches of the blade looked like a silver peacock feather. I burst out laughing and waved it around in the room. "They must have tickeled each other to death in the old days." I mentioned. As I turned to face Vamp the sword turned into a thin blade that looked like a fencing foil. The end was still feathery, I lunged at Vamp and yelled, "En guard!" Then smacked him in the face with the feather end. He didn't like that very much but ended up snickering and called me crazy.
I happened to glance up and saw another doorway. I tossed the sword down and told Vamp I was going deeper. I had the feeling that the treasure was only there as a distraction, the real good stuff was deeper. He tried to call me back but I ignored him and stepped into the hallway. The floor was dirt and littered with broken pottery. To the right was a closed doorway. I passed it and went deeper. I came to a right turn and took it. The passage way sloped downward, it was dimly lit. It's floor was still dirt. Only then did I realize I was barefoot. I could feel the grains of dirt and small stones irritating the bottoms of my feet.
I continued to the end and came to another right turn. I followed and it lead into a massive empty chamber. Looked like a grand meeting hall that belonged in a castle. Vamp's voice could be faintly heard so I made my way back up to him and peeked out of the passage. I tried to convince him to come with me to explore but he refused. "Suit yourself, pussy." I said, slightly disappointed because I really did want him to come with me.
I went back down the shattered pottery hallway and decided to check out the first door I'd seen and passed. I opened it and stepped in. Something that sounded like a massive generator roared within. It was dark in the room and I wished it was lighter, upon that thought the room brightened a little. There was a monsterous generator in the room. It was an amazing sight. Thick, spiralled chords of wires and liquid filled rubber hoses lead from the generator and hung all over the room, most disappearing through holes in the walls. I was amazed that the people from centuries ago had actually harnessed electricity. I was so in wonder of the discovery that I dashed back out of the room, up the 'shattered' passage and to the treasure room. I was about to tell Vamp about my discovery but he motioned for me to be quiet and he took off. I slinked back into the passage and hid.
A guy in a dark robe climbed down into the hole in the wall. He picked up the sword I'd been playing with and inspected it before taking it with him when he climbed out of the room again. The hole in the wall disappeared. It became solid.
Claustrophobia suddenly set in. I knew I was trapped in the place. There had to be another way out. I ran back down the shattered hallway and was going to go down the dirt passage but turned back. I wondered why the left wall had no doors. I moved along it and pushed on the wall every so often. Suddenly a part of the wall gave way. It swung inward like a door. I was about to charge in when a man stepped in and closed the door almost all the way again. I asked him if there was another exit. He shook his head negatively and slammed the door in my face. I tried to push back in but it wouldn't budge.
Panicing, I dashed back toward the decending dirt passage. I charged down it and instead of coming to the massive meeting chamber at the bottom the passagway turned into an large elegant stairway. I dashed down to the landing where the stairway split off to the left and the right, great magnificent curved stairways that looked as if they belonged in an elegant castle.
I came to a stop when someone approached me. It was a man and a woman. Their presence startled me. I hadn't expected anyone to be there. The couple were gorgeously dressed and seemed to be older than time. Though they looked as if they were in their late twenties their eyes seemed to be saturated with age.
The man spoke to me but I can't remember what he said. He left me and his lady friend alone together. It was hard to keep my eyes off her. She was brilliantly beautiful, not just outwardly but it radiated from her like a warmth I wanted to get closer to. She pointed to my chest and asked, "What is that?"
I looked down to see my camera, my canon rebel, was dangling from my neck. I picked it up and inspected it to make sure it was in one piece, then held it out to show her. Told her it was called a camera and that it could capture images of people and things. I explained how it worked, as simply as I could. The woman was fascinated by it and wanted me to capture her image. She wanted to give her husband a photoimage of herself.
I sat her on the edge of the railing beside a vase filled with sprays of deep red roses. To the other side of her was a window through which light poured through a thin white drapery. It cast a diffused and even glow onto the woman's delecate features. I told her to face the window a bit more. She plucked a rose from the vase, held it close to her lips and then looked back at me, asked it that positon was okay. I looked at her over the camera and nodded eagerly. It would be a perfect portrait.
However, when I looked back through the viewfinder the woman was gone. I moved to the railing to see that she was down a level, sitting on a railing down there. I aimed the camera at her, the portrait was still a lovely one because now i could see the ends of her gown splayed gracefully out upon the floor. I was about to take the photo when a voice startled me. To my right was a woman in a maid type outfit. To my right was a child's head. It was almost perfectly oval and it was alive. It looked over the edge of the railing and suddenly my fear of heights kicked in. I felt dizzy from seeing that head perched dangerously on the very edge of the railing.
I kept trying to take the beautiful woman's photo but the maid and the head kept distracting me. Each time I looked back at the beautiful woman she seemed to be a little bit farther away from me and I had to zoom the lens ever so slightly and then refocus her.
Never got the photo done, not that I can recall.
(damn that took forever to type out)
