Psychokinetic Butcher (old WILD with some level of control)

Date: 23/03/2013
Method of entry: Indirect
Bedtime: 1 am
Awakening: 5 am (used the loo)
Return to bed: Shortly afterwards
Attempt: Successful
Phase experience: Psychokinetic Butcher

DREAM STATE:

I have finished work at a warehouse, completely oblivious to the absurdity of this situation as in real life I work in a bookmaker shop. A Scandinavian woman that I take to be a work colleague accompanies me on my way home. I start thinking that my wife could suspect I'm having an affair if she saw me with this woman, who speaks English with an accent and occasionally uses Portuguese words. “You speak Portuguese, too?” I ask. “You got me!” she replies in a bubbly tone.

WAKING STATE:

I wake up and realise that she had been me all along (no wonder she used Portuguese words). On the way to the loo I promise myself that I will question the nature of my reality next time a stranger speaks to me in Portuguese.

PHASE STATE:

Back in bed I decide to try entering the phase using the technique of separating from the body. Relaxing on my back, a lapse of consciousness seems to have occurred before I came to, fully lucid, in a strange house. The place is a shambles, like a family has just moved in. A ladder leads to a dark loft that arouses my curiosity. I gravitate towards the square opening on the ceiling in order to explore it. I rub my hands together and think of how cool it would be if my bedroom was in that loft. Suddenly, the dark and empty loft turns into a bedroom with curtain-covered windows seeping crepuscular light. The cuspidal ceiling above me adumbrates the roof, and, astonishingly, a massive bed supports me and practically covers the entire floor. I feel excited about the manifestation of an ideal bed, large enough to roll around on it many times over.

As I bounce on the mattress, I remember something from waking life: recently, a few houses in my area have been broken into. It occurs to me that the phase state might be used for andragogical purposes such as rehearsing appropriate action in the event of a burglary. So, in this lucid-dream room, I expect the house to be burgled at any moment as I approach a balcony. For a bedroom in the loft the ground outside is incongruously high and I catch two adolescent boys jumping up and attempting to grab hold of the balcony bars. They are suddenly men and I'm so keen to face them that I end up instinctively using telekinesis to levitate them into the bedroom, and, in its dark ambience, I mutilate their bodies with a blunt knife. One is killed instantly and the other is disabled with severe injuries.

Then, while I pin the injured one on the ground, I gouge out the dead man’s left eye and keep pulling on a red thread of flesh until his cerebrovascular innards come through the skeletal socket. The severely injured accomplice screams in horror so I take the pleasure to stuff his mouth with his dead friend’s guts. I am exhilarated with power even though gutting the burglars in such a surreal way isn’t exactly what I had in mind in rehearsing how to deal with a break-in. After all, telekinesis cannot be used in real life to overpower interlopers. Although their entrails are quite lifelike, they are not structurally realistic. I suppose my mind could have concocted something close enough to the real thing from years of being exposed to a great deal of human anatomy pictures and even if I hadn’t been exposed to that kind of material in my life I suspect my mind would have created something convincing from imagination. My hands are covered in blood and I wonder if I have experienced the same elation as some psychotic killers do or something similar.

When I look up and out through the balcony railing, I discover an old man sitting in a restaurant across the road, staring disapprovingly at me from behind a pane of glass. He raises a hand and telekinetically causes a lamppost to break away from the concrete pavement just outside the restaurant. Then, a swift gesture on his part sets the object in motion towards me. I gesticulate in an attempt to mitigate the old man’s control over the airborne lamppost and the object ends up crashing in the middle of the road. This had not been foreseen. Something impossible has happened in the phase which requires me to use unconventional means to deal with it. Using telekinesis, I force the old man to smash through the window and all it takes is a gesture to make him ascend through the air and splat on the pavement below.

In the real world, it goes without saying that I would not be able to deal with a witness to my crime in such a way. Indeed, my actions in this lucid dream have already defeated the purpose of learning to realistically handle a mundane situation such as a break-in. What sparked my behaviour might have been the temptation that comes with finding oneself in a scenario of absolute power. Indeed, I feel drunk with power and the old wizard has proved to be no ordinary witness. The course of events gives me a profound sense of elation that eggs me on to unleash my powers in a destructive way. I am the apex of this dream world, the master endowed with consummate power, and I want to express that. I begin to gesture with my hands and supernatural winds sweep people off the streets. Even a bus gets caught up in my magical gust and it goes flying to crash afar. And here I stand, on this balcony, summoning and playing with the wind, like a homicidal god, until I wake up at dawn.