"Dream View of a Vampire / Lucid Landscape Exploration&
01/16/2006 Journal Entry.
"Dream View of a Vampire / Lucid Landscape Exploration"
I was in a run-down town at night, with no clue how I got there. Looking around me, I was in some sort of attic that seemed to be candlelit, if I remember correctly. After a while, I’d made my way out of the attic, where I suppose I’d been hiding before, and quietly crept through an unfamiliar house. Finally, when I was discovered, I was met with fear and hatred. The people screamed when they saw me, throwing things at me while running away. After a while, there were enough people that had come to aid who were, I guess, the owners of the old, broken-down house I was in. They were finally able to force me outside. From there, it was only getting worse, there was a sort of mob that was violently trying to force me out of the slums of their city.
I was a vampire, in this dream, and it took me a little while to figure it out.
This is interesting because I’ve never been anything other than human in a dream, before.
Anyway, the villagers were throwing stones and farm tools and whatever they could at me to get me to leave. Shortly, something was calling me away. There was a presence in my head that was pulling me to leave the town and head off in one direction. Without thinking much about trying to fly before I did it, I just jumped in the air to escape the angry mob and flew off toward what seemed like a telepathic call, glancing back once to see the torch-lit mob fading away beneath me.
I was heading toward a castle that was high over-looking the town that I’d just fled. At this time, I can’t remember whether the castle was on a hill, or was actually hovering in the sky on an enormous rock, but I do know that the castle was large enough for me to feel like a tiny speck against it’s broad face. Soon, I was landing upon the numerous front steps, making my way inside.
Most of what went on inside is a blur, but it turns out that this was the haven for the vampires of the realm. This one, massive, building functioned as an entire community, within. For the most part, the vampires remained within the walls of the castle, but were known and feared in the villages around them.
After a while, I think I was hovering around the rooftop balconies of the castle during the night, I’d begun to suspect that everything going on just wasn’t natural, and I reminded myself that I’d recently planned to ask myself, when something appears strange, what I was doing a little while before, and I came to remember that I’d went to bed not long ago.
I instantly knew that I was dreaming, which explained the weird things that have happened. I also remember that the next few times I got lucid, I’d planned to walk around my dream world for a while, and simply observe it, and learn a little bit more about what I experience before I go off on too many more adventures.
I wanted to change the scenario from night to day, so I could have a better look around. For some reason, while trying to do this with my eyes open, I couldn’t get the night to fade. I closed me eyes, willed the night to disappear, and opened them. It was day time, and I was standing on what seemed to be a sort of desert plain, a mixture of sand and tall grasses around me. I remember the impression of a lake close by, and there were odd rock formations in the, not to distant, distance. I remember flying for a little while. Not really too far, just hovering around the same area, still lucid, trying a bunch of different maneuvers. After a while, I landed again, and found a bunch of mole hills on the plain. Shortly after, I saw the mole, itself, and tried to catch it. (This isn’t too odd, as we recently found a mole outside our house that has been digging up our yard.) After I finally caught the mole, I began walking around with it in my hands, examining it and how real it felt, though it looked like a mixture between computer animation and real life, I noticed. I think this is because I’ve never seen a real mole before, yet, so I guess the only thing my imagination had to go off of was T.V. renditions.
Anyway…So I’m walking around, carrying this mole that is somewhat squirming to get out of my grasp. I happen to take my eyes off of this thing for just a moment, taking another look around, I think, and when I looked back down, the damn mole had turned into a porcupine! Shocked, I tried to put the thing down as quickly, and calmly, as I could, but by this time it was already pissed off and had jabbed me with a few of it’s quills. I dropped the porcupine and backed away from it, pulling the quills that had stuck me out of my arm. The porcupine wasn’t done though, it seemed, and started following me. Freaked out by this spikey little bitch following me around, I turned to dash away from it and tripped, falling to the ground with a few of the quills still in my arm.
What’s worse is that, when I fell, the tiny stones that littered the sands around me seemed to have instantaneously turned into large, discarded, porcupine quills. Before I knew it, they were all over me because I’d fallen in the dirt and I was writhing to pull them out, beginning to panic and lose lucidity at the same time. I do remember, as I was being overcome by these things, that there was never any true Pain, more like a mental annoyance, like how it might feel if we never felt pain in the nerves of our injured body parts, but only that uncomfortable mental awareness of an injury that we feel beneath the surface.
Thankfully, I woke up shortly after this.
