Thread: Into the Rabbit Hole

What happened?! I guess she killed him? Who is Angie? Are you Angie? So many questions.... but such a violent dream.

Originally Posted by Dannon Oneironaut

What happened?! I guess she killed him? Who is Angie? Are you Angie? So many questions.... but such a violent dream.

Actually I was just a third person observer for the entire dream...and the dream ended obscurely without me knowing exactly what happened.

I'm borrowing a laptop so I can write my dreams down from last night before I completely forget them...having a broken keyboard is so incredibly annoying.

Anyways...finally lucidity. I had been having a dry spell.

The first dream involved my ex and it was a pretty amazing dream that I felt certain at the time was shared. Of course after you wake up, that feeling always gets a bit blurry. I'm not going to write details of the dream due to a few factors...but one thing worth noting is that we talked for awhile about the dream. I was worried he would forget it once he woke up, and he said he wouldn't. I told him that we needed to come up with a code word...that way even if he did forget the dream, he would still subconsciously remember the word once he woke. He surprised me by flat out saying "no" and that we didn't need a code word, because he wouldn't forget. A few of his responses during our conversation had really surprised me as they were completely unexpected and did not seem like things I would come up with at all, just one of many reasons I felt certain he was not a DC. Anyways, haven't talked to him in awhile, so it would be weird to contact him about the dream...but I might anyway just to satisfy my own curiosity.

That was a pretty long dream, and eventually it faded out. I found myself in a white void, which was strange since I usually have black voids and cannot ever remember being in a while void like that. It was like a white mist and there were colored lights that would reflect in it...sort of like a white aurora borealis. Somehow I just knew that there was something about the white mist...it was a really strong conductor of...something. I had my hands out and was holding two rods. I have no idea where I got them. They were like antennas...or rather...magnets. I thought that I wanted to share another dream and I knew that the wands or metal rods that I was holding should be used to find the right frequency.

I didn't know who to try and dream with...I thought of several people, and as my thoughts turned to a new person...the rods would move subtley in my hands one direction or the other...like a dousing rod in a way. And whatever way they were moving is the way I was "flying" through the white mist. Anyways I went through a few people's names in my head, but nothing was really coming through and I just felt like I couldn't lock onto anyone's frequency. Then I thought of RK and I felt the metal wands point in one particular direction and really "pull" me through the mist as though I was zooming to that person.

As a dreamscape began to form around me, the first thing I saw was a tree and I remember how strange it was because it was surrounded in nets. I looked around and saw that all the trees had these nets on them and some were thick cargo nets with lots of orange/yellow plastic objects like buoys hanging in them. I remember thinking that this place wasn't right and tried to draw a square portal in the air with my Subtle Knife to fly through. I came across a girl with dark hair, younger than me and I remember trying to explain to her why I was cutting holes in the air. I cannot remember more of what was said, and I continued through the portal to what I thought was RK's dream.

I tried to get my barings as I felt certain that I had just entered someone else's dream. I was on a street, in some neighborhood. The houses looked pretty old and rundown and alot of the yards were overgrown. It was a really odd sort of place and I had a very strange feeling the entire time I was there. I naturally sort of floated through the neighborhood trying to feel out which house I could find RK inside.

I floated to the front porch and entered the old house. There was no one inside of it and I saw the basement door was open. I started walking down the steps and quickly realized that I was entering a new dream, as the walls had become caverns and the steps were stone. I was walking through some rocky landscape, but I felt sure that I was going the right way to find the person I wanted. Suddenly I felt someone watching me and I turned around. There was a man there...probably a few years younger than me and pretty good looking. He had dark hair and was just sort of watching me. I don't know why but I ignored him and kept walking down the stairs. He followed. At the bottom of the stairs was a room with lots of desks and people sitting at them. Right, a classroom. I got everyone's attention and asked if RK was in there. A girl with dark hair caught my attention and I went over to her and talked to her. I can't remember exactly what we talked about but she had cupcakes tattooed on her forehead and I thought that was pretty cool at the time lol. After we spoke I apologized for interrupting the classroom and left. When I walked out of the classroom that same guy was standing there in the doorway, just watching what was going on. I sort of raised my eyebrows at him a bit as I passed as I felt he was not a normal DC but I could tell he meant no harm either. He seemed more concerned with what was going on in the classroom and I wondered if he was looking for someone too. I walked into the cavernous hallway again and the dreamscape changed, I flew off.

Interesting. Last night I had a dream that my home was rather run down. garbage everywhere with large bugs. And then later i remembered being in a classroom with some people I felt were from the forum. I stepped outside the classroom to go for a smoke when the door shut and the classroom shot off into the distance like a bullet train.

I wondered if it had been you actully. Especially since I was looking for Raven Knight. I thought you might have been there for the same purpose. Interesting.

Do you get the feeling often that another person is not just a DC?

Originally Posted by Invader

Do you get the feeling often that another person is not just a DC?

Actually...not very often...no, so when I do it tends to leave an impression. What about you?

It's not yet happened for me ;_; At least, not with humans. That's why those other presences that come forth in the more negative dreams are of such great significance. They feel like the only other real thinking thing I'm interacting with.
I have attempted to leave my dream for someone elses, but upon trying I receive what feels like an electric shock. In short, failure.
Have you followed up with Raven Knight?

Your last two dreams are crazy! That nightmare is really frightening, any idea what that was about? One time I had a bizarre nightmare, but towards the end of it a DC got fed up and told me straight out I was dreaming and that this whole nightmare is bull. Sometimes I think that's why we have crazy nightmares, it's like our subconscious is really going all out to help us question the unreality of the nightmare. Otherwise, that is a scary dream

Congrats on your lucid and your potential dream-share!

I had my alarm set for 2 hours after I went to bed as I had to do something at that time and was curious as to how it would affect my dreams.

When I went back to sleep I immediately entered a lucid dream. I was at a mall with a group of people and for some reason I spent a bit of time talking to everyone. I guess I was curious about who these people were that I was with, since I didn't know them. Then I decided to find a cute boy to have sex with. I walked around a bit and apparently found four guys and we went into a private area. I guess I was feeling a little ambitious? lol. Well I ended up chickening out and left the four of them behind. When I was back out in the mall I remembered my task to get to the akashic records...so I set my sights on getting there.

I woke up, DEILDed and found myself in a bus. I flew out of a window on the bus and I remember passing over some gorgeous landscape...I was starting to get distracted and side tracked. I went into a house where a party was going in and hung out there for a bit. I guess I could tell that I would be lucid all night and so wasn't in a hurry and didn't want to rush getting to the akashic records.

I left the party and flew around for a bit. I decided it was time to go to the records. I kept repeating the name of them in my mind, but for some reason I kept saying "ayurvedic" instead of akashic and it kept messing me up. I drew a portal and entered an enormous library. It looked like a real library...nothing really...out of this world.

I had to think of some questions.

I asked, "am I at the akashic records?"

Suddenly there was a loud voice...it was both a woman's and a man's voice...speaking at the same time as if over a loud speaker making an announcement. They said, "Yes."

I wasn't sure though. I asked a few more questions as I strolled through the huge library looking at all the books. I can't remember them now...only one or two other.

"Who created the universe?" I asked.

"God," they said.

"How generic" ...I thought to myself.

"Do I have a Soulmate? If so, what's his name?"

No response.

Ok, I thought to myself...if they don't want to tell me, I'll find out for myself. So I went to a bookshelf and scanned the books trying to find one about Soulmates. The books weren't even alphabetical. I saw a few books on souls, but none on soulmates. Plus the covers of the books were incredibly difficult to read because they were blurry or changing letters and words.

My eye was caught by an upstairs area and I thought I might have more luck up there. I think I asked a few more ?s outloud to whoever was in there but don't remember much. They kept giving me boring answers. Very soon I realied that this definitely was not the akashic records...though truly...I had known all along. I decided to leave to try to accomplish a few other tasks instead.

I spent the rest of the night in and out of lucidity so much that I forget most of it and the rest of the night isn't even worth writing down as I only remember fragmentss. It was a lot of fun though.

Very Inspiring LD!

Originally Posted by Invader

Have you followed up with Raven Knight?

Nah, I checked out her DJ just to see if there were any similarities and I didn't see any. I didn't think it was worth mentioning to her as I wasn't even sure if the girl I talked to in the classroom was her or not and cannot even remember what was said.

Originally Posted by juroara

Your last two dreams are crazy! That nightmare is really frightening, any idea what that was about? One time I had a bizarre nightmare, but towards the end of it a DC got fed up and told me straight out I was dreaming and that this whole nightmare is bull. Sometimes I think that's why we have crazy nightmares, it's like our subconscious is really going all out to help us question the unreality of the nightmare. Otherwise, that is a scary dream

Congrats on your lucid and your potential dream-share!

Thanks! You know, I realize it kinda sounds like a nightmare but as I was just a third person observer it was more...entertaining...than frightening really. That is so funny that your DC called you out on the ridiculous nightmare. Did it make you lucid?

Spoiler for haunted:

Oh nameless disembodied spirit of hate and rage. Does this demon exist within me? What is this entity that terrifies and tortures me so. Formless. Shapeless. There are no words that can describe such a thing. Is this what evil means? Something born into this world out of rage and hatred, which exists only as a shapeless shadow, blacker than any black existing in the realm of reality. Something from which no light returns...a black hole. Sucking you in...devouring...your soul. Can such a thing truly exist within me?

Recently I have been having recurring dreams about my old house, and more importantly, my old bedroom which, in these dreams, is violently haunted. These dreams have been getting worse, I have absolutely no idea what is causing them, but I have never felt terror like this before. Even in my worst nightmares. I have never encountered something so purely evil and unable to escape from, even when lucid.

I lived in this house from the age of thirteen, up until we moved about 5 years ago. I had been dreaming that my old bedroom was haunted for awhile, but only recently have the dreams turned into full fledge nightmares. The following are three (out of many) such nightmares I have had recently involving this haunted room.

My bedroom was empty, everything had been placed into the moving truck, and I go back down to my bedroom to get the last few things. I walk to my bedroom, which is in the basement, and just as I get to the open door...it slams shut in my face with such an intense force that I stumble backwards. I think to myself, that it is haunted, and that there is something very evil in there. But I need to get my stuff, and I don't want to be afraid. I think it is best to master my fear and enter the bedroom. When I go in, it is completely empty, just bare wood floors. I get to the center of the room and the bedroom door slams shut behind me. It is so loud that I am already very terrified because I know that something is very angry. I turn around to look towards the door and I see a shadowy blackness...immediately I am filled with terror. I can sense that this thing is pure evil. It screams...the loudest...most horrifying demonic moan and I make a run for the door. I am knocked down by some invisible force, the shadow still shrieking in my ear and echoing so loudly through the empty room. The closet doors are slamming closed over and over, the windows shatter, the ceiling fan is rocking about wildly above my head. I start screaming. I tell myself it's just a dream, and that I can't be here, because I have a new bedroom now. So I desperately try to think about my new bedroom, so that I can wake up from this nightmare. But I cannot remember where I am sleeping. I am semi-lucid throughout this whole experience, but I am unable to fight this evilness and terror that I am filled with. I eventually make it to the door but it won't open. I keep trying and eventually I get out and slam the door behind me. It stays shut and I run for my life.

I am in my old bedroom alone. It's empty. I know that I couldn't be there and become lucid. But despite the lucidity I am not overjoyed, and surprised to find myself in that bedroom. I feel the darkness closing in around me. "No." I say to myself, and try to will it to go away. But it persists. This is not a thing I have any amount of control over. I try to think of different ways to expel the evil from this room, but I am suddenly being pulled towards it, as if by a rope coming out of my stomach. There is a tugging sensation and I cannot fight it...it is not physical...it is spiritual. I feel myself separate from my body and float into the blackness. I am completely overcome with the darkness and feel myself become filled with that same rage, that evilness, that hate...and everything goes black. I wake up crying.

In my dream last night I found myself in my old house, in the basement, which is a common place for me to be in dreams. I walk over to my bedroom, completely forgetting that I had sworn never ever to go back there. Forgetting that it was inhabited by the most evil demonic spirit hell bent on torturing me. I open the door and immediately it slams back shut, but it slams on my fingers. Four fingers of my right hand are caught in the door. It all comes flooding back to me, the evilness that exists in there. I become terrified. I'm pulling my hand as hard as I can but I can't get it out. The door won't budge. It's only a matter of time before the evilness opens the door and sucks me in, and then I will be trapped in there again with it. I am absolutely panicked. I consider cutting my hand off, but I don't have a knife. I pull so hard that my fingers start to rip off. The door opens and I fall backwards. Hovering in the doorway is the darkness. I get up and run as fast as I can. But the evil pulls at me like a magnet. It pulls at my spirit, my soul. I feel myself start to get disconnected from my body...because my body continues to run away. I focus on staying inside myself, and get up the stairs. I find a bottle of holy water and spray it everywhere. I dump it out forming a circle around me. My little dog is near my feet. I grab him and toss him into the empty bedroom beside me, hoping to keep him safe. Then I see...something...crawling it's way to the top of the stairs. She looks like the little girl from the Exorcist. I knew this wasn't the evilness, it was just something that manifested out of it. Like a side effect. This girl did not frighten me even though she looked very scary. But after that evil, it would take much more to frighten me. She tries to attack me but I grab her and shake her and I shout things that I cannot remember. Like, "look what you've done. Look what you've become. Now everyone can see the real you. Now you look on the outside how you are in the inside." I don't know what I was yelling or why. Then I threw her from me and she crumpled into a heap and took on the appearance of an angler fish. Demonic eyes and huge sharp teeth, amidst a black mass of clothing and tangled hair. It looked dead. I knew the evil was still in the house, in my room, so I left the house.

I find myself flying through a dreamscape, that is very vivid and yet closer to hypnagogia than an actual dream. I see gorgeous places and I start thinking how to paint them in my mind, because at this point I know that I'm not awake, and honestly I don't know exactly where I was. Somewhere between dreaming and awake I suppose. In this place I can paint beautiful things. Everything and anything that I think suddenly manifests, I am in control of what I am seeing. Like I am conducting and controlling the hypnagogia somehow. Each image I see is so incredible, that I take a moment to memorize it, and observe it's finest details. It has an infinite resolution. I know in my heart that I can paint such things as I see them in my mind, and I become sad that I can not so clearly see...truly see...when I am awake. I test myself. I imagine a group of people and I pose them in different ways and observe them at extreme angles as if I were below them looking up, or above them looking down. The perspective is all perfect, and I tell myself that I need to remember this when I wake up. How to see...while awake. How to tap into this place of pure inspiration. Either my own subconscious or the whole of the collective consciousness. Perhaps this is akashia. I examine every detail and notice things I never noticed before, like the structure of the big toe, and how the heel looks when viewed from a certain angle. Then I go on to imagine the most beautiful scenes I can think of. I don't even have to try, I just think, "imagine something beautiful" and it happens, and what I see is so stunning that it would bring me to tears. Not only because of it's beauty but also because I know that I could never create anything so masterful, so absolutely divine. I am the tortured artist, blessed with visions of beauty beyond measure and compare, yet without the skill to be able to recreate such visions on paper or canvas. The frustration of knowing that these things are here...in my head...inside me...and yet I cannot see them while awake. I cannot use them to help me to create. Instead all I have are vague impressions, outlines, misconceptions about form and shape. True testament to how I live my life.

Spoiler for spacetime:

It's been awhile since I had a real lucid. Yesterday it started off with me getting a bedtime visit from my demon. There are some really beautiful memories from that lucid dream that I would love to paint if I get the chance.

Last night I was lucid most of the time, but I also forget a lot of it, due to sleeping aids and such. At one point I remember flying around searching for a friend of mine that I really wanted to see. I realized that shouting their name wasn't going to get me anywhere, so I attempted to try the linear acceleration technique to see if I could enter their dream (has worked in the past). But this time it was different. The actual process of the flight was so much more real, it felt hyperreal...and I attempted to accelerate to a speed that was as fast as I could possibly go.

I like the idea of ripping through the fabric of space time to enter another person's dream. But this time, when I hit my limit, which was at or around light speed (I think), something different happened. I didn't rip through anything and wind up in a new dreamscape...instead I felt my body...the tips of my fingers...began dissolving away...as though I was moving faster than light speed...and I was leaving molecules behind. It was so strange because it actually physically hurt. The tips of my fingers felt like they were dissolving away, or ripped off...and there was a stream of particles flowing behind them. It was happening all over my body, but my hands were out in front of me so I could see them slowing dissolving away as I reached my speed limit. I stopped accelerating because it was really painful, and I knew something was not right.

After I stopped accelerating, I just let myself float through the darkness of space and it took me a good five or ten minutes to recover. It felt like I was slowly pulling myself, my particles, back together. I was absolutely exhausted, my brain was hurting a lot, and my heart rate was up. But I couldn't wake up or move, not because of sleep paralysis, but only because I did not have the energy to.

Imagine being in a lucid dream...and realizing you don't have the energy to wake up? It was so strange, I've never experienced anything like it. I don't think I will try that technique again. Even for awhile after I woke up I didn't feel right. I was completely drained. Literally had to roll out of bed. I'm starting to wonder if I was ripping my astral body away from my physical body or something...but in a way that...was somehow bad.

Also, I noticed that while I was accelerating my brain was vibrating really strongly at the crown. The top back...I could feel those neurons firing like crazy (I guess that's what it means when you feel vibrations). So it could be connected to the crown chakra (which I think is your bodily entrance/exit point)...or to a certain area of the brain that was firing at the time.

Spoiler for aquatica:

I was at a friends house, which was somewhere in the country, sort of in the middle of nowhere...though the area wasn't deserted. They lived in a rural suburb of some sort...but the houses were built on cliffs and were old and crumbling. As we drove up to the house, we had to wind our way around a cliff face and I looking up and saw all these magnificent old houses in various styles of architecture: gothic, rococo, art nouveau...and it looked as though they would fall apart at any minute. As though they had been battered by years of sand and wind raking against the cliff faces. I remember putting my hands up over my head to avoid getting hit with anything that might fall.

Once we reached the top however the land changed very much and became more flat, like the countryside. I remember being inside this friends house when everything just started flooding. The water was pouring in...it was clear, bright water...and I went outside and saw rivers of this gorgeous water flowing over all the land. We lost our footing and got swept up in the current. The water was flowing like a river over the roads, and it was several feet deep, as though some invisible barriers were keeping the water in the road.

Once I hit the current I realized I was dreaming...and swam like a dolphin moving quickly with the water, through the streets...as they curved downwards, and went under bridges and railroad crossings. There were lots of other people in the water too, and they were sort of floating along like it was a lazy river.

Then I noticed something dark in the water...it was coming after me. But what was it? It could swim faster than I could. I kept watching it, just thinking to myself that I could fly away if I had to. Then I remember that I have had trouble flying out of water with strong currents, and that I would sometimes get pulled back into the water. So before the dark thing got closer, I willed myself to float up and out of the water. It worked, though my feet were still skimming the surface and the dark had come out of the water now, it looked like a man. I turned my head toward the sky and flew away...waking up shortly after.

I enjoyed the dream so much that I decided not to move a muscle upon waking, and used the dream re-entry technique (or as I call it, instinct, which is what most "techniques" on this site basically are). I immediately entered a new dream...or wait...was it the same dream. I was back at the friends house, but the flood water was gone. What remained however was an enormous swimming pool, full of crystal clear water. The landscape looked like the american south west, I guess, not having been there. But it was sort of a rocky desert.

My sister was relaxing in the pool. Suddenly it was as though we were on vacation. She turned around and gasped...and I did the same...as we looked at one end of the swimming pool we saw that the waters flowed down a very steep slope and into, what appeared to be...a cenote...way down below. A cenote is an underground cave or sinkhole full of water (we went snorkeling in these before in mexico) The sun was shining on the water and rocks down below and suddenly the waters of the caribbean were beckoning me forth and I dove down into the cenote.

I think I woke up shortly after. I again tried to reenter the dream, and I believe it worked, but I don't think I was lucid, or I forget what happened. After that I had a few nonlucids.

I wish I could remember more. But I do remember how incredibly happy I felt swimming around all night...I love water.

Spoiler for obe:

I spent awhile lucid/OBE so parts of it are sort of a blur. I remember slowly slipping off my bed, as if my ankles were slightly hanging off the bed, and it was angled downward. It was as if I were laying on silk sheets...I slowly slid down off the front of my bed. As I slid, my feet and lower legs actually went under the bed. So when my chest and head were sliding off the bed, the bend in my back caused me to be sort of propelled forward. I put my hands out in front of me because I thought my head would hit the floor, but it happened so incredibly gently and slowly.

When I finally was face down on the floor, most of my body was under the bed, and the ground beneath me began to turn transparent. It was so dark though, not much different from being in the void. I couldn't will a dream scape to form around me, so I just watched and was patient and waited to see what would happen. The floor beneath me turned from carpet to wood...then suddenly it was an old wooden cabinet.

I opened one of the drawers and it was full of cards, but they were all used and had writing on them. I searched through until I found a blank one. I found a pen in the drawer and on the card I wrote in large letters "Sido" (arabic for grandpa) ...and then..."we miss you and love you very much". I don't know why, but I thought that somehow, somewhere, maybe he would get the message. Suddenly the dream transformed around me and I was outside my house floating in the darkness. I decided to write Sido's real name on the card, then I tore it into pieces and let it fly off into the wind, along with my deepest love and good energy.

I then decided to visit my mom and attempt to maybe enter her dream or something, I'm not really sure why the thought struck me. For some reason I was having real trouble traveling...it was as though I was just a spirit, without a body, so I was weightless and could move through anything. This made flying very difficult. I was hanging onto a tree outside my house (which was decorated in beautiful white christmas lights, so it was really a gorgeous scene out there in the snow and darkness) and I moved into a crouching position and pushed off of the tree and tried to propel myself into the part of my house where my mother would be sleeping. It worked.

I found myself floating through the bed. I was surprised to find Alma, my aunt's gorgeous siberian husky-wolf-dog, asleep next to my mom. Alma saw me right away of course and gave me a warm welcome. I gave her pets and hugs and kisses and then I heard a growl to my right, in the direction where my mom was asleep on the bed. I wondered, there can't be two Alma's here, can there? I looked over but nothing was there. Then I heard the noise again and realized that it was my cell phone ringing on vibrate. At first I was frustrated, because I was worried it would wake me from my lucid/OBE...but then I started wondering why someone was calling me in the middle of the night.

I could tell by how dark everything was that it was still very late at night. So I decided to wake up and see who was calling. It took a few minutes for me to sort of "return" to myself and get my bearings. After a minute I looked at my phone, but I had no missed call. I was very confused. As certain as I was that I was just in a dream, I was that certain that the vibrating cell phone was not in the dream but very real. I wasn't sure what to make of the situation. Then I realized that it was 4am and my mom had to be at work at 5am which meant she was probably already awake, as she likes to get to work a half hour early most of the time.

I walked downstairs to get a glass of ice water, and I noticed that my mom was still asleep. Odd...I thought to myself. By then it was 4:15. I went into her room and whispered her name. She woke up. I asked her if she had to be at work at 5 and she said yes and asked what time it is. I told her and she checked her alarm clock and apparently she had turned it off in her sleep. The funny thing is that had I not gone down to check and see if she was awake, wondering what the alarm/phone ringing meant in my dream, I wouldn't have woken her up and she would have been late for work. I don't know if it means much, but it's interesting nonetheless. I should also mention that this was the first and only time I'd ever done this, so it's not as if it's a regular occurrence...making it even more of an interesting synchronicity. Definitely the first time I've had an OBE where I "slipped" off and under my bed. That was a strange experience!

Spoiler for darkness:

I found myself in bed at my old house, laying on my stomach with my face in the pillows. I heard someone enter my room.

"Is it you?" I asked.

The mattress moved as he sat down on the bed. As usual, I was nervous. He leaned over me, and in a dark voice full of malicious amusement he whispered into my ear.

"I'm not your blue friend*."

My nervousness transformed into fear as I felt him climb on top of me. I lifted my head slightly to look at his hands closed around my wrists. They were black. Jet black. A color nothing human could be. And I could sense the darkness flowing through him. If I believed in evil then he would be it. But evil implies the sense of something, however wicked, while he was nothing. Emptiness.

I didn't dare try to see anymore.

Fear paralyzed my body.

Pleasure released my mind.

Not a typical sexual pleasure, but something more intense. Something deeper. At the base of my spine. Like a furnace.

Who or what he was didn't matter...only the feeling mattered. Aware that at any moment the situation could erupt into sheer terror, I was careful not to appear to struggle from his grasp, and the delicate balance of pleasure and fear was maintained.

At times he spoke to me, though I can't remember what was said.

And then, as suddenly as he had come, he was gone. I found myself alone in my bed once again. But soon another came. At first I was, again, fearful. But this man was light skinned, almost glowing, and I found that I was able to look at his face. He was handsome and kind and sought only to comfort me. He offered his hand and I took it, and we dissolved into another astral plane. I know there is more to the dream but I can't remember it.

*The blue friend he is referring to is some incubus-like being that has visited me on several occasions.

Wow. That last one was pretty messed up.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

Wow. That last one was pretty messed up.

Messed up in what way? I guess I'm used to these sorts of things...I get visits from Incubi pretty regularly. But here's something interesting that I just read.

Religious tradition holds that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of health, or even death.

The very morning after I had that last dream with the incubus...I woke with a terrible sore throat which turned out to be strep. I am still recovering from it. It's a little strange, isn't it? I don't know anyone I could have gotten strep from. Curious.

I would imagine that just the experience would be messed up; not being able to do anything about it.

That is very interesting, though. Perhaps someone you might have had even a short meeting with, recently? Strep is extremely contagious.

Been having a lot of strange dreams lately. Note to self to record more diligently.

My dream began at my ex's house, though I didn't recognize much of it. He was apologizing for getting me sick. People were walking through his room and leaving through the window, and I remember thinking how odd it was. I tiptoed on the border of lucidity, but I don't think I crossed over. Suddenly I found myself in another house...in someone's living room. It was O's place. It was night and he was sitting on this dark leather couch watching tv. I walked over and curled up next to him. It felt so natural, as if this was something we did every night. Sexy details omitted. We laid together on the couch, and I just remember feeling content and protected.



The dream changed and I was in a scene from a movie, still just barely on the border of lucidity. I watched as the main character from Ink spoke to someone in the street. He was standing outside his car, as though he had just been in an accident. He was speaking slowly and seemed very sad. Although he wasn't dead, the view kept focusing in on his nose. I remember making a comment to someone next to me that I couldn't get over the fact that he was wearing a false nose. I think I was speaking telepathically with Edge, although he wasn't really there with me.



The scene transformed again and the same man was flying at incredible speeds through space. The stars were leaving trails of light behind him. He had one fist out flying superman style, the other arm was also out in front of him. It moved backward as he put is hand forward and began collecting energy with his hand as he flew. He was summoning energy from all around him and I could see a cloud of glowing blue light, like lighting, forming in front of him. There was a tremendous amount of energy in that blue light. He was fighting something. I couldn't see what it was. It may have been his own shame. The cloud of energy exploded and the darkness of space was lit up like a supernova in every color. I could feel the light reflecting in my own eyes, and reverberating throughout my entire being. It was there. Knowing.

Suddenly his entire body became superimposed with grid lines, as did the universe around him. He fell and landed with an enormous thud into a world made up of grid lines, almost pieced together like legos. There was a soft glowing blue ambiance. He had transformed into a huge inorganic sort of being made of these grids and blocks. He was still fighting...something. But the whole time I just watched and contemplated the beauty of the scene. I remember thinking how amazing it was...lucid dreaming...and how difficult it was to help others who haven't experienced it to understand. I remember thinking that *I* had flown through space and collected that energy cloud...which burst into a supernova in space. I remember thinking how different it was to actually live the experience rather than merely imagine it. It was just so beautiful. I remember thinking that they'll never understand.

Originally Posted by Aquanina

Sexy details omitted.

Originally Posted by Aquanina

We laid together on the couch, and I just remember feeling content and protected.