My friend Sean wrote down this dream for me. He's the one who managed to dream walk into one of my dreams about 2 weeks ago. He wrote down what happened in his dreams for me after asking him to shut the door he might have left open the last time he walked into my dream. These are his accounts, and i couldn't get the pics to transfer over. So some of the effect might be lost. Oh, and ninja95something or other, if this "Friend" in this account is you, Thank you so much.

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THE NIGHT OF OCTOBER 15TH
SEAN WILLIAMSON

Amber: Can you dream walk willingly?
Me: Not sure. Never really tried purposely.
Amber: Well, I think that when you did that one day by accident, you left a door open or something… I’ve had several dreams now where someone is trying to hurt me… but if you could close that door (‘cause I can’t find it) I’d really appreciate it.
Me: When are you going to sleep? Not quite sure what I’m supposed to do.
Amber: I’ll probably go to be in an hour. Just do whatever you did last time and remember to shut the door on the way out.
Me: … but I’m not really sure what happened! Can’t wave a wand and say “alohomora” in a non-corporeal world, y’know…
Amber: Why not? If you know you’re dreaming, you can do anything. I’m going to search for that door tonight.
Me: I will as well…I’m going to finish this chapter and then sleep. See you… well, wherever it is we’re going.



I finally passed out at about 11:45pm, doing a few breathing exercises to help me relax a bit. And then it all went downhill…



I was underwater. Not a normal place for me to be, either in real life or in dreams. I wasn’t panicking, just laying there on the bottom of whatever it was—probably a small pond, as there wasn’t much rippling going on the surface. A few bits of plant material drifted here and there, with light quietly glowing in from someplace above the surface. After a time, I decided it was time to see if I could get a look at what was happening, as there was movement above me.


I sat up, and slowly drifted upward. A sudden feeling of restraint engulfed me, keeping me mere inches away from the surface. Annoyed, but not afraid, I pushed my way above into open air.


I awoke (5:45am) with a throbbing pain in my back from a place I’ve never had hurt before, and decided to dink around a bit on the internet for an hour or so while I got sleepy again, and finally got back in bed about 7:00am.



I was in a forest at night. Actually, it had elements of both a forest and a swamp. Moonlight was streaming through the branches, and the usual sounds of a forest were all around me. There was a slight chill to the air, so it was probably near morning. Anyhow, I know I’m not alone—there was someone nearby, best described as “friend.” I never saw their face, but knew they were there. Best way I can describe it is like after a house party: you’re busy cleaning up, and someone’s been generous enough to help you clean up. Even though you never actually look at them (which I never did during this episode), you know they’re there to help, and you don’t really need to see them.
We never spoke to each other, either. We both knew what we were after, and that it had to be dealt with immediately. The feeling in the air was much like that of long preparations about to come to fruition as we pressed on through the dense mire toward some specific location.



We came to a clearing in the trees, containing a strange-looking house built into an embankment. It looked as though nobody had lived there for decades, and nature had taken its toll. We went inside, searching for something, someone, we both knew was there. All throughout, there were sure signs of something nearby, but nothing conclusive, until we came to the back of the house, where a porch should normally be. The ground sloped upward at a steep angle to nearly meet the awning; trees, vines, and algae seemed to grow out of everything. The smell was horrible; the reek of the swamp, rotting meat, and something not unlike kitchen garbage made breathing quite difficult. And as our eyes moved up the slope, we finally came face-to-face with what we sought.



The being is difficult to describe. Not a zombie, but zombie-like; though clearly possessing sentient though, it moved like a crab; human in form, it clearly is simply not one of us. These images are the closest I could find; anyone who has seen Pan’s Labyrinth will recognize the graphic on the right. If not this, then certainly one of its kind.












I don’t remember the exact details of the struggle, except for how we eventually won. The thing had to be tied in a most unusual fashion—spread-eagle in mid-air, arms and legs outstretched with multiple ropes leading from each of the arms to nearby branches, and from the feet leading to stakes in the ground (much like one would with a tent). It was mostly right side up and vertical, angled slightly downward facing parallel to the house and incline. The racket it made was quite awful, and the two of us headed back out through the house.


I’m not sure how long the journey was or how far, but we arrived back at the house of the “friend,” a large split-level painted a sickly yellow both inside and out. There were several rooms, many of them redundant (I distinctly remember two complete kitchens), and there were doors everywhere. Friend, in no uncertain terms, said that we needed to go through every room and secure every possible entrance into the place, including exterior doors, windows, and interior doors. Most had multiple kinds of locks on them: bolts, chains, floor bolts, knob locks, and so on. After we had both made absolute sure that everything was secured, we sat down in the sort of silence that two people who are close can have, where nothing needs to be said for both know what the other is thinking.