Thread: As I Fly To Neverland...

Yeah, it's possible to create dreamscapes. That is a badass dream goal. Add yours to the City of Nowhere if you are so inclined.

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

Add yours to the City of Nowhere if you are so inclined.

The City of Nowhere? Is this a DreamViews project? I haven't heard of it.

I must fill in the dream I had the night before last to prompt my memory for tonight:

The Duel In The Castle
I was walking around the outside of a great Hogwarts-like castle on a staircase which simply clung to the side of the building. There was also a small creature, which as far as I can remember resempled a horseshoe crab, clambering up the stairs as well. My objective was to get through the passage at the top of the stairs and inside the building before this creature did; as you can imagine it was not that hard.

Inside, I met my friend Paul and we went through into a great hall. Everything was rich and cavernous, lit only by the torches on the walls. In the middle of this hall was a children's play park apparatus: slide, climbing net, monkey bars, etc. I was armed with a bow and arrow and I think that Paul had a sword. There were a bunch of enemies here that we had to kill and we fought against the others furiously, killing most of them. Once we had cornered the last guy who was standing by the climbing net, his expression suddenly changed from anger to joy and cartoonish 'expressions' floated out of him like confetti. We knew that this meant that he had surrendered and decided to join us instead. A few more members of our 'team' had arrived during the battle and we continued through the castle to a flight of stairs going downwards. For some reason I can't remember, I got pissed off at Paul and tried to shoot him in the head, but the arrow missed (I was quite thankful that I hadn't killed him afterwards).

I also remember a dream about my family getting ready to go on holiday, me introducing them to weed and getting stoned together as well as eight or nine false awakenings that morning that I began to get really frustrated about (I am not even kidding you; it was probably even more).

I was halfway across the country staying with a new group of teenagers. I tend to dream about intergrating with other teenagers quite a lot, it is a reoccuring dream theme. We did a lot more things in this dream that I can't remember. I was sat next to one of the girls on a coach and I was hyper, so I started dunununing the song 'Evil God' from the amaetur band Incarceri 9. To my surprise she actually caught on to it and said, "That's Incarceri 9". I was like, "What? How do you know about them they're not even famous! They come from Atlanta!"

I was in a beachy area with a couple of friends exploring. There were many different types of animals gathered around and they all had strings attached to their noses so that whenever a human decided to take them somewhere they wanted, they could. One was a large pig and it reacted violently when me and another guy tried to move it from its drinking pool.

I was in the dorm room of a larger building with two of my friends, who are boyfriend and girlfriend, as well as three other imaginary teenage boys. It was the late evening and there was only one bed in the room, so my friends that I know were sleeping or resting on comfortable seats at one side of the room whilst the three boys took the bed in the corner. They were playfully young and curious had darkish skin like Hispanics. The boys were talking about giving each other blow jobs under the sheets, and they started getting undressed. As soon as I saw the first arse exposed I just jumped in and joined them! I sat on the side of the bed and caught one of them; raising my foot to my face to sniff it (I’m weird like that). I revelled as much as I could but it smelt of just about nothing; mainly because I have never done such a thing in real life. I looked at my friends and realised that I had to make this all seem cool in some fashion. I looked at the boy’s face whose feet I was sniffing, and it turned out to be one of the ugliest and disproportionate fishy messes I have ever seen, like the features were just fried eggs randomly slapped onto the surface of his head. It had either changed from before, or I simply had not noticed it. In my head I was like, “What the fuck!” but I said to them, “At least he looks sort of Slavonic”. This was not intended to be racist, it had nothing to do with his face, it had nothing to do with the dream, and there literally is no logical reason for me saying it. But I do like Slavic boys.

I was in a portocabin at school watching a strange bird sitting at a desk. It had a body which was gooey and see-through like an amoeba but also the tail and the head of a peacock. It had caught a disease from earlier on in the dream, which turned out to be AIDS, but all I could see was it shaking, sweating and spluttering in its seat, not even bothering to seek assistance or comfort from anyone else. Eventually some giant of a man came, picked it up and chucked it out of the window where it stuck up by its beak in the grassy field. He said, “Well, at least it’s out of its misery now”. From then on the scene of what was happening outside the windows became a movie, which I recognised as the end of a kid’s movie I was supposed to have seen. There were big bulky animals on the field which had started to grow little wings. They would look at each other as if they were smiling, enjoying the new experience and at times even hovering a few feet into the air. I sat down by a girl in the room who was doing her homework and told her that this reminded me of the end of the movie I had seen, so I knew what was going to happen. For some reason I got my subject folders out and let her look through them. One of them was celebrity magazine to my surprise and there were spaces where supposedly I had peeled stickers of these people out of to use elsewhere. I was a bit worried that she would think that I had some kind of out-of-character obsession, but I did not say anything.

I was hanging onto a giant dark metallic wheel about fifteen metres across. It was like a discus, but it had bars on each sector that you could hold onto. There were many people around me doing exactly the same thing; they were all representatives of different religions. I was a priest dressed in fancy robes and I had two staffs (is that what they're called?) that I had to keep with me even whilst I was holding on. The disk would be thrown through the air violently, and we would all have to hold on to dear life. People around me were falling off one by one. The action would stop every now and again, and then people would step out onto the disk and introduce us to the time period, because the disk was travelling through time as well. Soon we were thrown really hard and I dropped my staffs which fell across the disk and knocked someone else off, who plummeted into oblivion.

I had a lucid dream in which I was in my room and I was trying to rape a girl I think looks fit. I regret this entirely, mainly because it was a complete waste of time, but it also makes me feel weird.

I met a friend that I had only met on one or two occasions from absolutely years ago. He is called Joseph and in the dream he had only aged a tiny bit, so he was still a young boy. He was showing me around the house and I was admiring all of the things I had forgotten. I can't remember if these were memories from the real house, but I did recognise a lot of it even if it was from a previous dream. It was not all the same; he showed me a room which used to be a balcony or something which had been converted into a small bathroom. I have a real life memory of me and his brother laughing our heads off over Joseph having a temper tantrum and storming out of the room. This seemed to be a different one, so I was thinking of asking him whether he could show me the place where it happened. I did not, because I was too preoccupied with what he was showing me.

There was a computer on the bed and Joseph disappeared from the dream. Instead, my Granddad was sat in the room reading a journal. It was one of many he had in the dream, each covering a different year. I was very attracted to the book, because it had very neatly written entries, and each one only took up the space of four or five lines; written in fancy big letters. I was watching on this TV the bible scholar L. Ray Smith giving a presentation. Eventually he began to say things which glorified evolution; I was confused because I remembered seeing him write that he did not believe in it on his website. I took a closer look at the man and it turned out I had only assumed it was Ray because of the hair. This man was completely different and his was a lot larger, locky and wild.

There was a massive rock festival at my school. There were a few small stages with a few bands playing. As I walked around I got to know some of the attractions, some were bizzare. Eventually I reached a part of the grounds where there is a road seperating one building from the other. Beyond this road all of the hard heavy metal groups were playing and there were only few people travelling between. I started to walk to the other side. The dream did not end hear, but I can't remember what happened next.

This dream had great environmental vividness. The day before I was a bit stoned and kept getting sensual sceneries coming to my mind, like the lake at a park. I think I was in a forest when I met this dream character, and we talked for a little while. In the dream I suspected that he was a boylover, as I would consider myself, except he was much older than me. The dream carried on, and later when I was with someone else, a relative I think, I came across a suberban area and found this guy's house. The scenery of the dream was notable. He had a stereotypical front lawn, postbox and picket fence. This time he had short blond hair, and I think when I met him in the forest it was longer and brown. I wanted to feel what it was like to play boy for another man, because we would both be up with it. I got much closer to him and let him touch my back. I was not afraid of any consequences from onlookers, I was probably slightly lucid. All he did was tickle my lower back a little and left it at that. I was disappointed because I wanted to go further.

I also remember having another dream about seeing synaesthesia through someone else's eyes, but it was comical and stereotyped. Synaesthesia is a condition I have where letters, sounds and numbers enter my mind with a certain colour or texture attached. For example, the letter E is always blue to me, but the results for a different person with the condition can be totally different.

Bloody horrible dream. I was going into school one last time with the knowledge I was going to leave, which in reality I have already done without announcing it there or anything. I saw my old teachers and friends and felt really sad that I was leaving it all behind.