Sithis's Dream Archives

August 9th, 2011

First lucid in a few days! I just woke up from it and I'm going to try to go back to bed in a minute as I just came off a REM cycle. I went to bed confident after listening to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ra1iWqQBcp4

As soon as I started dreaming, a dream character, I think a friend of mine in a black leather jacket said "I've got a present. You're dreaming." I looked at my hand and had six fingers, and tried to focus on the details of the world around me to clarify and stabilize, but my vision was a little messed up. Everything got really blurry as I said thank you to him, and he was smiling, and then I was in my room.

I decided to try to spin, and sluggishly turned in bed. I then fell flat on my face. I decided to simply go downstairs, but my mother's snoring as obnoxious. Remembering a thread I'd seen, I said loudly "Silencio!" and thrust my hand at the door. No success. I tried again, and then a third time, but the third time I just willed it to happen. This was MY dream, and she WAS going to shut up. She did.

As I went downstairs, I heard a terrible, terrible shriek. I changed my plans on the spot because, honestly, it sounded like a woman being raped, and I couldn't do anything while that was happening. I ran outside and it was night. There were two little foxes being chased by two shadow creatures. The fox-creatures were screaming. I started throwing fireballs at them by screaming "Exterminado!" and had a 50/50 success rate. When they were all dead, I was teleported away to a kitchen where Oprah and a bunch of other women were staying.

Recall is a bit hazy here, but I remember legitimately making penis jokes. Something about my having pig-like genitalia. That sounds pretty disgusting in real life, but in my dream it was hilarious and they all laughed.

In my dream, I felt and saw my leg move and then was awake, open-eyed, staring at my leg.

In the dream I had after writing this post, I was at my home and the town festival was happening. I don't remember much of that. I was back at my apartment and I was trying to leave. The Weasley twins, who were decked out in body mod and other punk-esque wear, needed to retrieve something. Just before my mom and aunt (recurring dream character now) were trying to drive out when two men accosted the vehicle. It was explained to me that they had been harassing my family, so I got out of the car and went over to them with my cousin.

When the Weasleys went to get whatever it was they needed, I stood on the corner yelling at the two guys who'd run up to the car. Over the course of time, eight more people showed up on their side and were becoming increasingly violent. There was a man standing under a streetlight who I assumed was a bouncer. I tried to get his attention.

"Excuse me! Green hat man!" I shouted, but it took a few tries for him to look my way. I said "Can you do something about this? Call the police or something?"

He refused to see the violent situation unfolding and ignored me.

All the sudden, we all started fighting. I wasn't a godlike master of the fisticuffs, but they were extremely terrible and sloppy, so my cousin and I beat them all. The Weasleys came back, and Fred was smoking, but they didn't have anything new. I wondered why they had left in the first place. Four against ten is still unlikely, but I think if we had the goddamn Weasleys with us, we probably would have cleaned up even faster.

I went inside my apartment, very angry. My mother said something to me that was extremely irritating, and I picked up the dish drainer and threw it at her head. She dodged it but it cut the edge of her neck. She came at me with a little peeling knife and started trying to cut me, screaming at me to never cut her again. Then I woke up.