Dream Log Entry, Date 18.JAN.2014
In mine first dream, I vaguely remember being in a facility with Johnny Marcone from the Dresden Files. Marcone was seated at a fancy wooden desk, his elbows rested atop the desk, his fingertips pressed together. The tile in the room was a milky white with streaks of blue--it reminded me of blue cheese.
Shortly after, I was abruptly awoken by mine alarm clock. I quickly deactivated the alarm and went back to bed, mentally repeating mine usual lucid dreaming mantra. Not too long after, I fell back asleep. After that, I vaguely remember having a brief dream about Wario. He was dressed in his WarioWare outfit.
I awoke again in a rather delirious state. The next thing I remember was being in the backseat of an automobile. Mine elder brother was in the passenger seat, whilst mine mother was driving. We were on a solitary road, in the middle of a desert. The sky was mostly clear. The sand and mountains were red, and there was very little plant life to be seen. I looked through the back window to see a red-clad man riding behind us on a Penny-farthing. He drew closer and closer until he collided with the automobile, tumbling onto the side of the road. We stopped the car and all went out to help. Mine brother and I lifted the Penny-farthing, which was surprisingly heavy. Whilst everyone else conversed, I simply stood aloof, and a few seconds later I realised I was dreaming. To be sure, I performed mine usual reality check, conjuring a holographic green Saturn in the palm of mine hand. After that, I projected mine Wings of the Heart and took flight. I eventually landed in the middle of the street in a rundown neighbourhood, which was empty save for a chubby, dark-skinned man clad in winter clothing and a lean, tanned woman holding a basket.
Remembering the Dream Views monthly task, I pulled out a piece of Dream Chalk, drew a circle in the air, and in the circle formed a crystal-clear image of Moria. I entered the circle-framed picture and found myself standing on a narrow bridge in the Mines of Moria. I began to look for the Balrog, but he found me first. Before he could strike me, I projected mine Wings of the Heart and kicked off into the air. I extended mine arm in front of me, trying to conjure my Keyblade, but before I could do so, the Balrog conjured two large, enflamed stones and hurled them at me. I narrowly avoided both rocks and once again attempted to conjure mine Keyblade. After a second or two, mine Keyblade materialised in mine hand. Just as I hoped, mine Keyblade looked just like the bridge key from Fire Emblem: Ankoku Ryu to Hikari no Tsurugi.
I barely noticed the Balrog coming at me with a sword of flame. I swiftly parried his attack, then dived toward him, striking him square in the face with mine Keyblade. The Balrog let out a shriek of pain and rage, dematerialised into an ocean of flame, and retreated deeper into the dungeon. I dematerialised mine Wings of the Heart, landed on the stone floor, and followed him. For a while, there was nothing to be seen but stone pillars. Eventually, the Balrog crept from a dark corner. Before he could attack me, I projected mine Wings of the Heart, flew forward with supernatural speed, and stuck him in the jaw with mine Keyblade. After a few more exchanges of blows, I pointed mine Keyblade at him and shouted, "Freeze!" Immediately after, a magickal ball of ice erupted from the Keyblade and hit the Balrog right in the face, slowly freezing him solid. Once he was fully frozen, I flew high into the air, gripped mine Keyblade with both hands, and brought mine Keyblade down on him with bone-breaking force, shattering him into a million pieces.
I turned mine back on the wreckage, but before I could do anything else I woke up. Or so I thought. I do not know if I inadvertently DEILDed or not, but the next thing I knew I was lying in mine bed. I looked at the clock on mine coffee maker, but the numbers were faded and abnormally shaped. Also, the room was totally different. For start, it was much bigger. The floor was covered in a purple carpet, and the walls were white. The ceiling was covered with embedded lights, which were turned off. Despite all of these apparent anomalies, however, I was not able to realise I was still dreaming.
At some point, I ended up in a small, clinical, dimly-lit room with a high ceiling. The only points of entry and egress were two lift doors. There was also a narrow door I assumed led to a water closet. In this room, I spontaneously became lucid.
I heard the lift emit a "Ding!" sound, and the door began to open. Not wanting to confront whomever was entering, I pulled out a piece of Dream Chalk, drew a circle on the wall, and in the circle formed an image of a beach. I stepped through the image to find myself half-submerged in water, surrounded by giant oysters. Remembering the Dream Views basic task, I immediately thought to mineself, "Think positive." I thought positive for a few seconds, then went back to being cynical. After that was done with, I set off to once again try to contact mine subconscious, but before I could leave the beach I woke up, this time for real. Just to make sure, I tried to conjure the green Saturn in mine palm, but sure enough, nothing happened.
