AstralFlare

(an excerpt from some day 2010)

As I open my eyes I find my self kneeling hands down on cold, mossy slate. As I look around the rain is pouring down thunder and lightning and I see my self on a roof top high up in New York City with no reccolection of how I got there or any realisation that I'm dreaming. The sky is dark and the city is worn, the slate is cracked and the buildings are made of brown, chalky brick. As I'm kneeling there I can feel my self slipping with nothing to hold on to, no where to climb to and a long, long way down, to far down to see, to far to survive the fall. I continue to slip further and further down the slate, as I look around in 3rd person space I can see my self lying there. I'm stuck and as I realise my helplessness I bein to scream "HEEELP! HEEEEEELP!" No one answers, no one comes to my rescue. I fall. I wake up.

(An exerpt from some day mid 2009)

I was walking down a street at night time; it reminded me of an American suburb, which was glowing orange illuminated by the street lights. As I was casually walking looking around, I noticed a big pile of earth in the middle of one of the gardens part of what seemed to be a small excavation site. For whatever reason I became curious and I decided to go over and investigate. As I aproached, I noticed that there was something written in the pile of earth, as if someone had stuck their finger in the mud and scraped letters out.

Now, writing is one of my strongest dream triggers at the minute, so it's no surprise, to me anyway, that at this point I became fully lucid. I attempted to read the writing and without waking up (which I normally do), I succesfully found that it said "REFLECTION." I couldn't believe that I actually read an English word instead of staring at some jumbled up mix of letters and numbers. That was it; at this point now I have almost full conciousness and full awareness of my dream state. I instantly decided to go see what a reflection looks like in a dream, so I aproached one of the bay windows of a near by house and in the illumination of the street lights, I could see my self standing there. I waved and even said to my self "I can't believe the laws of physics are the same in a dream as they are in the real world!" That's how realistic this looked.

As I was standing there staring at my self, I heard music begin to play. So with the state of mind I was in, I decided to now investigate the music and see if the dream could replicate music from the real world correctly. I followed, and it was coming from the garage next door to the house I was standing out side of. As I walked in, I could see a small cassette player on the floor and playing was Future Shock (Blutonium Boy Mix), a track I have been listening to quite a lot lately. The warm up was identical, surprisingly identical, so I continued to listen to the music and as the tune began to kick off, out spurted a whole random mix of beeps, buzzes and other garbled sounds. At that point, the dream became too unstable and I woke up, which was dissapointing, as I would have liked to spend more time listening to the noises (if you could call it music).