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I find myself beaten and battered on the crags of some blighted cliff. I am underground, as it seems. All around me there is fire and brimstone. I stood high above, atop rocky platforms. A river of lava passed below and fire blazed in the air. I am crawling on my knees; I distinctly remember the long cuts on my back, the rips in my skin from some kind of animal. I leap across crag and crag, evading spouts of fire. There are many winged creatures flying in the air. I remember their opposition to me, several tried to push me off. I struggled with them, broke their wings, and threw them into the fires below.

At the end of my path is a man, though he is not possibly human. He is unnaturally tall and skeletal. The eyes of the skull glow red and bats swarm from out of his rips. Once I reach him, he holds out a hand and I am lifted into the air. My body immediately begins to burn, I bleed from every orifice on my body. Eyes, nose, ears, mouth, even my anal regions. Blood consumes me. In that instant my blood hardens to my skin, as I remember it. I have new skin, which is scarlet and curious. I drop to the ground with extreme force, yet I remain unharmed. With this, I am suddenly filled with a strange urge to jump off the cliff which my feet are planted. I inevitably jump...

In that moment, my heart races. I feel as though I have died in my dream. But I look, I have not fallen. I am skipping through the air as though there is a glass floor there. I levitate, I am invincible. The winged creatures fly towards me once more and begin firing at me with darts of flame. I am unaffected, my body moves in an array of powerful contortions even a skilled acrobat could never muster. My arms slash the creatures in half and they dissipate as clouds of ash. The power of my body is undeniable. Finally I drop myself, I am falling into the lava below. As I crash, I am engulfed in red. I am not singed by fire, rather I am frozen in place. I find my body evaporating and beginning to disappear. In that instant, I am gone.

The apocalypse has come. I was one of survivors, armed with AK47 I was tracking after a survivor group that could help me. I entered a police station. It was dark, with only a few red spotlights. The building was in fatal state, and there was huge mess inside of it. I readied my weapon and went inside. Suddenly I heard a high pitched shriek. Furniture was thrown by unknown forces, and then I was surrounded by demons. I shot at one taking cover behind a desk in front of me, while a group of demons were flanking on me from the left, and another demon was just behind me. I shot them all and escaped to some village. I used radio to contact with survivor group, and they told me that they were inside a shack in a bog. I ran there, reaching underpass and then mines that ked to another side of mountain. The only way to reach them was through those mines, but they were swarming with zombies. I entered the mines, but I had to run away as soon as I did it. Escaping I killed huge swarm of zombies, only to get a "Sucker!" message on my radio. I received it from the survivors.

I'd been looking at a map showing three islands that had been conquered by someone else; I'm unconcerned about the islands themselves but am considering their influence over the surrounding sea routes.

Now standing on the deck of a ship, I'm speaking to a military leader from another ship, part of the group that conquered those islands - he's a passenger, not the ship's captain. He addresses me as Enchanter, which amuses me. I express my surprise that he's willing to deal with me if he recognizes what I am - I was under the impression that his people thought of my kind as demons. Isn't he worried that he's risking corruption with this conversation?

He indicates that many of his attitudes have changed since coming to this region. He describes how he'd arrived with four of my kind sealed on his ship; while on the central island, they'd broken free and in doing so, as he puts it, "bound themselves to the chains of ghosts." It's a reference to the past of that island - once they were no longer sealed away, they became entangled with local legends, automatically embodying the locals' beliefs. The way this man sees it, they are no longer themselves - by breaking free of their seals and into this world, they've trapped themselves in these roles, living out ancient history. He sees this as a negative thing. I don't. It's the way we work.

I was out of reach for ten days, without internet connection to update my dream journal. Now that I'm back I'll update it frequently.

01-07-2015

I was a terrorist in a port town. With another terrorist we tried to escape special forces. I went holding white flag in my hand, and we jumped onto a boat. After a while of sailing, rocket engines started to work. We flewn high in the sky, turning a few times in the air. I watched sky - it was beautiful, clowds leaving only a trail of clear sky, resembling my way to the top.

02-07-2015

Nothing recalled.

03-07-2015

Nothing in particular.

04-07-2015

1. FA - water splash

I was lying in my bed. It was dark, but I managed to see a huge water splash coming at me from the corridor.

2. Porn star convent.

I was sitting in my room and watching porn. After a while I heard people talking downstairs. I went to check what was going on, and saw that there was a porn star convent. Lots of film directors and stars were talking. I wandered there for a while, talking with people and tasting random dishes. I went to the street, and saw my brother driving this way, so I stopped him and entered his car. We drove to home of one of the girls I know, and after a while of sitting we droe back. I thought about that girl, lots of situations appeared in my mind. Then I saw her in bed with another girl. I wanted to film that, but they spotted me. I went back to porn star convent, thinking about that.

05-07-2015

I was in a city. With another dude we were trying to get a transportation to home. I even saw a bus coming. When I got to home I ate grapes, blueberries and other fruits. They were really sweet. Family told me to leave leftovers in a barn. I had a toothache later.

06-07-2015

I was in school cloakroom. There was my sister and her friends. I said "Hi", but another girl replied, as they really weren't there. I drove back home, and saw my old teacher, planting trees on my frontyard. After a while of wandering home, I saw that she lives with us. I used laptop for a while later. When night came I drove to a shop. I parked the car, entered the shop and realised that I don't remember what I have to buy. I called my mother after a while.

07-07-2015

I was in an old mansion. There was kitchen, bedroom, living room and bathroom. It was furnished with old, decaying furniture. There were cobwebs in corners. I was searching for clues of a murder, or tracking paranormal. People on place gave me only vague clues, and after a while of searching I found out that demons want to destroy the world. I even had a vision of an invasion. To stop that I needed money, so I called Demon of expensive buying to sell it some stuff. Next I recall that I was on a holiday camp, and one of guys was telling how his younger brother is always first. He said "My younger brother, even in shirt in long sleeve and stupid hat, was quicker on place than me, despite the fact that I started my journey first!"

08-07-2015

-First dream-

I was in some kind of basement. My master told me to make a sandwich. I did it and ate it. Then I went to the upper floor. The corridor was devoid of people, but it had christmas ornaments. I checked kitchen and went back to corridor, to pee on a carpet. I felt that someone was coming, so I jumped through the window, and ran around front yard. Someone was watching me, and when he stopped I jumped back to pee again.

-Second dream-

I was inside a library connected with a national museum. I was an occult investigator, looking for tomes of knowledge. I searched through shelves of manuscripts, books and other stuff from all the ages. I was looking for stuff from 18th age, but I couldn't read age marks, so I went to exhibitions. There were knights stuff, medicine bags, and a fully working car automate. It was a black volkswagen car. I wanted to leave a book in antique shelf, but it was not accepted.

-Third dream-

I was watching a HoMM playthrough. Someone was exploring enemy territory with army of devils.

09-07-2015

I was in a city with rest of class. We were driving around to pick up random objects. We stopped in a house of one of the girls from class. We moved from a bus to the back yard of unfinished construction. We climbed up to the rooftop and looked for entrance. We found it, but instead entering a house, we broke into a government building. Walls were white and clean. We started on a platform of some kind. First it was quiet, but after a while of wandering the alarm started, and we had to escape shots of security. We ran around, trying to reach rooftop, but we had to jump over a huge pit. On the other side of pit, there were shops and restaurants. We tried a few times, and failed. We split up, and I ran to elevator shaft.

I waited for a good moment to jump down, and did it. Then I waited for elevator to move down, and jumped inside it, killed mechanic and moved on, to basement. It was built with rock blocks and reinforced with wood. It was old, and corridors were tight. I had to run away from enemies, and reach surface. I did it and saw guys that were with me drugger.

There was a boss of the site, which was my teacher. We were in a burning ghost town. The buildings behind us were destroyed. There was a barrel of burning liquid giving warmth and light. There was also a sofa, table and chairs. We talked about some kind of fish, and a research programme. When other guys wanted to go, I said that they were too drugged.

I was lying on the floor in a foyer outside a kind of auditorium space, updating my dream notebook. Inside the auditorium I could hear the sounds of an epic battle taking place between a group of human defenders and a massive demon overlord and his infernal minions. The demon overlord kept shouting ominous things in his deep booming voice, which was a mildly annoying distraction as I tried to write.

Finally I finished my entry and decided to go inside and intervene. I wondered if I should have helped the people earlier in their fight, but told myself that if I solved all their problems for them, they would never learn how to do things for themselves. That made me think of Aslan, from the Narnia series, who was always a bit of a dick that way: let the kids attempt to do something, wait until they inevitably failed, and then swoop in as a deus ex machina to save the day. Today I was going to be that dick.

I went into the auditorium and conjured a metal sphere in the air above my hand, then sent it toward the huge demon. It began circling his body, and as it did so, metal parts began extending from the sphere. Soon it had transformed into a metal suit that completely encased the demon. The headpiece had a transparent pane, so we could see the spray of red when the suit dissolved the demon's body. The suit then retracted into a floating metallic sphere again, leaving nothing but a red mist in the air where the demon had been. The sphere now targeted the smaller demonic underlings, killing them with high-speed impact. Then it found its way up past the ceiling of the auditorium, which was another transparent pane, and overhead we could see the sphere shooting in all directions, crashing into the flying vehicles that belonged to the demon city that towered overhead. Our victory would be thorough.

I started chatting with some people around me, expressing condolences for their comrades who had fallen in the battle earlier. "Where were you?" someone asked, and without thinking I admitted, "In the next room." Then I worried that they might be upset that I had taken so long before coming to help, when they realized I had been right there and could have come at any time. I didn't think it would improve matters if I tried explaining that I had delayed my arrival in order to update my dream journal.

School

I was in school. I wanted to go to the toilet. For purposes unknown I took a chair with me, and went to the uppermost floor. Then I realised that the toilet is one floor down. I left the chair and went there. I finally reached the men toilet, but it was full of girls, and there was also PE teacher with them.

The teacher told me to go away, so I washed my hands and went away. I met another teacher, that told me that I should go to the directors office. I went there, and saw my older brother sitting there. Director said to me that my brother quit his job, and cam back to school.

I went to tell about that my older sister, which was in the toilet with PE teacher. She already knew about that, so I went to the classroom. I sat in near my brother, and waited until the lesson ends.

Outdoor lesson

I was with classmates and teacher on the backyard of my home. For some reason we had a lesson there. It was the first day in work for that teacher. I tried get a good opinion with him.

Apocalypse

I was walking near a castle of some sort, when apocalypse started. I ran towards the castle's main hall,to get into safety. Everyone was dead. There were no bodies, people just vanished. I walked down the dimly lit corridors, and found a staircase.

Following it, I went to a small chamber upstairs. In the middle of the room, there was a pedestal with book on it. I saw also a bed and chest to the right, and open wardrobe to the left. I looked through a window, and saw rivers of fire, red sky and smoke.

I took the book, and started reading. There was some kind of a prophecy, and information how to save the world. I needed a robe that was in the wardrobe. I took it, and went to ruins of my old school. It was neccessary to retrieve something from a locker, to continue with the quest.

I moved prone under the cracked concrete. When I got inside, I had to sneak past zombies, and found the locker. I couldn't open it, but suddenly a zombie appeared and did it for me. I went outside, and ran back to the chamber. I touched the book again, and I was in different world.

Everything was black and white. Only rivers of fire kept their crimson colour. I was in hell, running away from demons, finally gathering enough power to kill them all. Then I ran to the hearth of evil, to stop the apocalypse.

I'm seeking a book, something that I think of as 'a way out.' To retrieve it I'm drifting through a cloud of abstracts that sometimes resolve themselves into words floating in the cloud. They're dream images, illusions, but grasping the illusionary versions of this book will gradually lead me to the real thing. But they're difficult to capture - it's like trying to scoop up something small floating on water, if you're not careful the water will carry it right out of your hand again. It takes patience and deliberation and allowing the words to drift into my grasp.

I take hold of one word, feeling the substance of it. This changes the images that are drifting around me - now they're closer to the subject of that word, closer to what I'm seeking, and many of them are in the form of books rather than individual words. I repeat this process, releasing the word I had a hold of and reaching for the first relevant image that drifts into my grasp, and every time I repeat this process there are less individual words and more books, and the images displayed on the covers of the books become more and more relevant.

Now many of the books show images of a demonic face, which is heading in the right direction, but which also has drawn attention. A man I'm familiar with begins speaking with me, a demon or something close enough - I've forgotten the content of this one-sided conversation except that it was about that book I'm searching for. Our surroundings have gotten more solid by this point, and as I move through the cloud I find wooden steps under my feet.

I come up the steps into a room full of books piled haphazardly on wooden tables. There's a young human woman here looking through the books - long dark hair, blue jeans and white t-shirt, I recognize her as someone who has a history with that demon I've been speaking with. Her name's Dawn. Their interactions are familiar but antagonistic - she once struggled with him and lost, though I'm not sure she's realized she's lost yet. In any case, she came to him to search for something, but she failed and became trapped in a dream. It seems she's still searching for whatever it is. I find that sad to watch. She looks at the demon as he climbs up the stairs behind me - or I assume she does; I haven't seen him, he's just a voice to me, but she's looking right through me and to the place I believe he would be. In annoyance at his presence, she moves to another stack of books, further away. The demon sounds amused as he calls to her.

It occurs to me as I watch her that I've been consciously thinking of this as a dream for some time now. Since it seems she can't see me, I decide to step aside and watch the two of them. I settle down on a white couch out of the way and allow my perspective to change slightly. I can see the demon now, and Dawn's appearance has changed as well, both of them now dressed from the late 1700s, France - their hairstyles and clothes are looking rough, as if they started out with a fine presentation but over time the polished image has fallen apart. He's struck up a conversation, and eventually she says to him, "The doctor warns that (something to do with a slow death), and my minutes are done." She sounds defiantly happy about this, as if it's a kind of victory over the demon.

A woman and I have been tracking some thieves who stole the animals that her people raise - creatures like elephants but smaller, and with a sort of moss-like fur that grows on their backs and the top of their heads. Now the trail I've been leading her through ends at a beach. We're too late. Their ship is gone. But I'm able to pick up a mental impression of it and relay it to her - the tigers that they stole are in cages, but those other creatures have already been killed. The thieves only wanted their pelts. She sits down in the sand and starts to cry.

As we make our way back the way we came, over a mountain path, I'm attacked by some creature - it happens fairly often in this region and I take care of it easily, hitting it over the head with my staff and expecting it to run off again. She'd been hanging back before, but when she sees this she comes rushing over, though I don't think of that as necessary; she starts beating the creature, far beyond what's necessary. I stand back and watch.

I'm a demon - the long sharp teeth and writhing cloud of darkness make it hard to miss - but as we make our way down the other side of the mountain, I'm watching her and thinking that the people who tell stories about today will take one look at her and assume that two demons came down from this mountain.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm traveling through a dream with her, but at the moment we've come across an image of myself in the distant past, before I became a demon. I'd been speaking to a man dressed in armor standing in front of a sacred building, and that past version of me is saying something to the effect of, yes, I'd very much like to learn more about our people. It had been a rare opportunity - it was rare enough to meet another of my kind at all, but this was far beyond that, I'd jumped at the chance. I watch that past version of me follow the man in armor into the building.

This isn't what I brought her here to show her, it's just one of my memories intruding on the dream. I intend to continue down the road we're on, to take her to our actual goal here - but she wants to see more of this memory. So that's what we do. We follow that past version of me into the building.

Inside we're in a stone corridor; there's no sign of that past version of me or the man in armor. While the outside of the building had looked the way it had when it was new, the inside is a ruin from much later in my memories. But there's a few objects out of place, things that had been looted by the time it got to this point. I kneel down before one of them, a mirror made of bronze. I say to her, "It's a gate-"

Somewhere in South Asia some centuries ago where I'm visibly a foreigner, I'm leaving the docks after making some arrangements for my departure. Thinking about how to dispose of the belongings that I don't want to bring with me, I've just offered to give some rare type of food to the man who's walking with me, a human who works for me. He's shocked - he completely refuses. It's important that he and I don't share meals, and apparently this is close enough to count. I apologize, but point out to him that we've shared more than that. He asks me not to talk about this in public.

Talking about differing customs as we walk, we get onto the subject of my own homeland. I describe it as very far to the north, very isolated from the rest of the world, not a place he's likely to have heard of. I'm being deliberately evasive, obscuring how long ago it was that I left, among other things. I have a mental image of a place that's always covered in snow, and a need to retreat.

Thinking of my people causes me to mentally tune in to two of them who are relatively nearby, a man and a woman who I think of as something like a brother and sister to me. Her, I keep in close contact with through letters on a regular basis. Mentally brushing against her now feels sort of like a friendly wave from a distance. Him, on the other hand - last I heard from him, he'd been doing his best to ignore my existence entirely. By accidentally tuning in to him now, I'm surprised to find he was already aware of my presence in this region and has secretly been keeping tabs on me. I'm amused, particularly since he's now pretending not to notice this mental contact.

I get lost in thought for a bit about connections and different eras, and the scene changes. I'm in Europe, speaking Spanish with a woman in the 1700s or so - I think of her as being in a sort of religious seclusion, though my speaking with her now isn't a problem. She's telling me how much she enjoyed the piece Dieter published recently about winemaking techniques, and I tell her I'll pass that along. The observer side of me considers whether or not this short scene is something to bother recording for when I wake up.

In my IRL home, a demon's joined me in the shower. She's in the form of a beautiful naked woman and she's talking to me like we're old friends, but the scene has the feel of a nightmare. She's talking about working together in a way that I'd probably be interested in discussing under other circumstances. But with that nightmare feel, I'm only thinking about avoiding being controlled by others.

I give her the fuck-off-out-of-my-dream variety of exorcism. This doesn't work; if anything, the feel of a nightmare intensifies with the sense of a contest of wills. She's still trying to convince me to come work with her.

Second try: I take a look at the demon's name. It begins and ends with A, so I cover up the middle portion, rewrite it as Athena, and chant an invocation, intending to remove the nightmare by transforming the demon into a goddess. Her features shift, but then shift back. We go back and forth a little bit, but eventually I give up on this method too. She's stopped trying to convince me to come work with her and is now just enjoying this contest for its own sake.

Being as we're in the shower, I take a look at the soap and think of cleansing/purification methods of exorcism. Worth a shot. I start washing her, starting at the top and working my way down. She's intrigued - she clearly doesn't consider this a threat, and the contact is pleasant and similar enough to sexual that she considers this a form of me giving in to her. I'm curious myself whether this scene will end up following her sexual expectations or my cleansing intention. When I kneel down before her, I kiss her just below her navel, and she makes it clear how she expects this to play out from there; but I just move on to washing her legs. When I've finished her second foot, kissing the top of it before putting it down, the sense of nightmare is completely gone. I'm able to cause the scene to transition, continuing with a series of IRL-based scenes.

First dream

Sanctuary world from Diablo series merged with reality. My home was at the middle of hell, near the river of fire. With my older sister we were hunting demons for gold and unique items, to have money for survival in the new world. Somehow we were passing the river of fire by using a wooden boat.

Second dream

I was watching my younger sister playing minecraft. She was falling off the mountains, but she landed safely. Then she was digging a shelter.

Third dream

With six another dwarves we were banned from mountainhomes. They gave us airplane to fly away. I was a pilot. With a bit difficulty I controlled the airplane. When we were low on fuel I decided to land. We landed on a valley, in the middle of nowhere. Mountainhomes were to the south-west, goblin dark fortress to the north-east and elven forests to the west. There was a mountain nearby, where we could find safety. We heard a scream and a stomp. The forest titan was coming! We decided to climb up the mountain and dig a shelter there.

Fourth dream - nightmare

It was friday the thirteenth. I was in my home. It was changed to an old, wooden hut. There were blood stains on the wall. I was moving slowly through the darkness. From the hallways I headed for the bathroom. When I entered the bathroom, I heard Jason Voorhes coming. I moved through the mirror to the mirror world. The house was even more horrifying there. I went out of bathroom, only to get ambushed by Jason. I dropped to the ground.

It was in the middle of the night. The sky was clear but I couldn't see any star. I was standing in front of the campfire. In the background I could see a village with victorian houses. Gothic cathedral was barely visible in the darkness. The campfire gave dim, moody light. I saw random adventurers. Some of them stayed close to the light, but th rest was hidden in the darkness, leaving only black silhouettes in sight. We were sitting there until the morning, then we moved to the forest. We were fighting with groups of small, red demons weilding scimitars and bucklers. There were also some zombies shambling in the distance.

A phrase: "Catherine, and the first dream of a 2000 year-"

There had been a queen long ago named some variation on Selene - I admired her, and I've been looking after all the generations of her descendants ever since. In a few rare circumstances I'll even take one of her descendants in and raise them myself. Some resemble her a great deal, others don't - I think about bloodlines. Now one of her descendants is in love with me, and she's upset that I've told her I would be happy with a platonic relationship or otherwise, leaving the decision entirely up to her - she wants me to feel more strongly about it. She says if I would be happy with a platonic relationship, I can't really care about her. But I've been a presence and an influence in her life since she was born, and I foresaw this moment before she was born - I've had too much influence. I want to influence her as little as possible in this at least. It has to be entirely her decision.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I've had too much to drink, and I'm making my way back to my hotel room with some woman, past the now-abandoned maypoles in the lobby, litter from the party on the floor. My vision's blurry, and I have this mental monologue about how I must be getting old if the drink's messing with my vision like this. She pushes me onto the bed, and my vision blurs more - through that blurred vision, her hair's much longer now. Also she has wings, white feathers. Fuck, I know this demon. There goes my night. She sits on the edge of the bed and tells me she wants what I promised her on the night I abandoned my child. I have a memory of taking him (? I think it was a him) to a border of some kind and making him cross, so that he'd be safely out of my reach. The demon's crawled onto the bed now, and when I tell her she's out of luck, the thing we got that night is already gone, she phases her hands through my chest, squeezes and twists something inside that shouldn't be squeezed or twisted.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Setting's a fantasy version of ancient China, a king in his bedroom talking to a priestess all in white via a vision in a mirror. He was telling her about people who will be coming her way, intending to use a sacred object in her care. But she's saying that what they want isn't possible - they've misunderstood its purpose. The portal it opens can't be used to take them to the divine realms. She says, "(something) and onyx must not overlap."

In a group of people, we are all taken prisoner. Our captors try to get me to give out information to help them capture and kill more people, but I refuse. They threaten to kill me if I don't tell them. I think that's a good reason to die. I get pushed down to the ground, and they threaten me again. I close my eyes and go to my happy place. I hear machine gun fire, and feel bullets ripping through my flesh. My shoulders, arms, legs and torso are all hit repeatedly, and I can tell the bullets pass right through me. I'm in shock. I can't open my eyes. I don't want to open my eyes. My visual awareness starts to swirl together and then get all whispy. Although my eyes are closed, even the glittering blackness begins to fade. Then I see horrible faces all around, like dark gray demons scowling and growling at me with menacing faces. I don't feel that I have a body anymore, just a consciousness. I generate my best mind of Love for all the demons, but it's pretty clear that regardless of what I do, I'm going to a very bad place right now. I pray for help, confident that no matter how late, there's always help to be had if I'm open to it and want it. The demons fade into a dark gray for a bit and then come back. This definitely feels like dying. It also feels like I'm going to hell or something like that, but I'm not terrified. I'm a little bummed out because I don't think I'll like it, but I think it's worth it to help everyone. With what seems like my last moment of this stream of consciousness, I sincerely pray for everyone to attain enlightenment. Suddenly it all seems hilarious. I get a few brief visions of Vajrayogini smiling at me. Then I wake up.

03.12.2014

Little Big Planet Hell (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Imagine this guy below, albeit inverted with red ogling eyes set out to drain as much of your health as possible before you can complete a random level with mixed environment settings.

Throughout the dream, I get a poking feeling in my back that if I don’t finish the level as fast as possible, he’ll catch up to me and try to kill me. But the problem was trying to conceptualize the whole level without being caught in some kind of booby trap, which irritated me because there wasn’t enough time for that, unless I was patient enough for the dream scene to keep resetting itself.

After going through a few tries, which was inevitable, I finally managed to get close to completely the level, but the little guy gets me. The dream shifts where I’m suddenly inside a building that’s very spacious, and has that 1800s feel to it that continues to exist in what feels like how it is in waking life right now in the 21st century. There’s all sorts of demonic entities around, and some of them are in monk outfits ranging from red to black.

I can’t recall what I’m doing, but I seem to be holding my own for the time being before spacing out, and I guess moving on to the next dream.

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03.12.2014

Sneaking in the swamp (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m half naked wearing a swamp military pants along with a rugged pair of black boots that allows me to traverse in almost any environment. I’m have two black straps around the sides of my chest connected to the top of the pants as well, and I’m wearing some kind of headband on my head that consist of some kind of muddy color.

The swamp environment itself is very foggy, and it’s hard to conceptualize what’s inside of the water. I’m holding a black pistol in my hand, and I’m currently at the apex of a small slope that leads into the water that would probably be waist to chest deep. I knew that this environment would be filled with surprises, and random entities that had a mélange of body compositions that would be completely alien in relation to the swamp itself.

I spent more time trying to figure out the controls of actually controlling myself for some reason. In other words, I seem to be simultaneously being aware of playing a game with me in it along with the person I’m playing as trying to figure out how to move. It was very perplexing, and before going into the water, I took the time to go to the edge of the slope, and sit down for cover so no one would spot me.

I take out a small electronic device that’s rectangular, gray, and has a cool metallic sensation to it. I see that it says “PCX2,” which I presumed to be akin to the PS2 emulator for the PC. I’m thinking to myself on how to set up the controls, and I go into the configuration menu to go to “Gamepad 1.”

There was an option for “Default,” and I was thinking on whether or not to use this, or make a customizable control setup instead. In between this decision making, there were flashes of me engaging in random acts throughout the swamp, but it’s been a few days since I decided to recall this dream. However, I felt the reason why I chose to sit down and hide was because nothing in those previous attempts were working out for me.

A young woman's confronting this guy, a friend of hers, though she's annoyed at him at the moment. He's arranged things so as to create this sort of antichrist kid - it doesn't really have anything to do with her, but she's angry about it anyway, and is feeling tricked and betrayed by him in general. She asks him if he's Lucifer, expecting the answer to be yes.

"Nope. One of the major demons." He says it casually, he's smiling easily through this whole conversation. He's doing some kind of work in a manhole, and she's standing up on the surface with her arms crossed.

"What did you (word that means both infect and possess) my boyfriend with?"

"La'ulb. But it's clean, and I can take it off."


There's this young musician trying to get permission to leave a royal court - he wants to travel to a different country. He has to make a plea before the king, and he's deliberately trying to emulate the speech of an older man, a traveler passing through, who'd impressed him - as a disembodied observer, I'm amused, but I think it's a bad idea; it'll just make him sound artificial. He makes a comparison to a young bird having its wings clipped.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

After a short scene in which I'm reminded that cheating on a god out of boredom is not the best of ideas, followed by a shapeshifting fox turning up at my IRL door, I've wound up in a bit of trouble.

I'm now heading for the rear exit of a theatre, trying to avoid being seen by the group of women - not humans - who are coming up behind me; but through the glass door, I can see a pair of fox demons approaching - a pair of women all in white, dripping in silver jewelry. After hesitating, I decide I'd rather take my chances with the fox demons. There's a crowd of people, mostly girls who work here, coming in through that door, but I don't feel very optimistic about my chances of getting lost in the crowd - until one of the girls quickly slips off the blue robe she'd been wearing over her clothes and wraps it around me, and someone else puts an arm around my shoulders, pushing my head down so my face can't be easily seen.

He pulls me over to a side hallway and gives instructions to one of the showgirls to fetch the change of clothing he'd arranged for with her earlier. I know him - he's vaguely sinister but not in a way that I consider a threat to me personally, and I generally admire his skill at getting things done. It's a bit like having Hannibal Lecter on your side.