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We are in a mall. We are looking for a resto. There are a lot. Saw an ince cream resto. We are in la salle bacolod. Hurry. Car. I am home. Playing Super Mario. Checking some Magick files in a PC. A sorcerer owns that PC. I need to hide the fact that I checked it. There's another person, protecting me. The woman is his apprentice?

A powerful sorcerer is on his way to a castle. He's on a mission to destroy everything in his path. He's brought with him many different and strange weapons to use and a specific set of spells for deadly booby traps. As an omni presence, I get to watch him closely, see which spells and weapons he brings with him, which he favours. I learn that he is in the castle to destroy a child. I watch as he enters the castle, discovering all the traps that were laid for him - without harm. I know his weaknesses but I am powerless to stop him.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

23:00

The Jaguar from the Shadows
There’s a legendary monster terrorizing people. It is a large muscled black panther or jaguar that moves in the dark and in the shadows. Old legends tell that an army of samurai fought this monster and sent him away from this world, but he is back from the dark place where it was exiled for centuries. He attacks a city and kills every being who gets in his way. I have a brief contact with the beast, when our shadows cross and I feel like I’m being slashed by his claws. I realize on that moment that I might get a chance to win a fight with him, if only I stay away from his shadow or keep my shadow away from him. I find an axe and by trying to stay under direct light, making no shadow, I fight him but I only cause him minor injuries. After a tiring confrontation, the jaguar disappears as a dark smoke to unknown place. Later I am working on an underground lab with a team, on ways to fight this beast. Some cocky guy comes in offering his help, but because I didn’t like his attitude I sent him away and get back to work. He comes back later, with a different body, a bit looked like Matthew McConaughey. At first I don't recognize him but once he starts talking I realize it's the same guy. I wonder who he is and why he is being so persistent, so I let him stay this time. I was interviewing a bunch of guys anyway, to join the team, so I decide to give him a try. I send him down to the lower level, where some colleagues are running some experiment which demanded opening a tunnel to an underground system we think might be the hidden den of the beast. I tell him the door is jammed and I want him to go help close it. By then we were not so worried, because it was not expected to be dangerous as we had a good surveillance system and the tunnels were apparently safe at the moment. But once he gets there, they are surprised by the sudden invasion of the black panther, coming again as a black smoke and materializing once inside the premises. I hear the screams and see a distress signal blinking, so I go check it out. When I get down there it’s all damn quiet, lights flickering, I realize something got wrong. I hide and I see the jaguar passing by, accompanied by a sorcerer. I don’t know this lower level so well, but I find some abandoned room where I hide. Inside it I find an old crazy lady who apparently sleeps there. I first feel I should get out of there because she might start talking and giving our location away, but instead she makes a sign to take cover and she saves me, by hiding me when the sorcerer comes by. She shoos the sorcerer away by pretending to be both obnoxious and harmless. Then the guy who changes bodies comes by and takes me out of there. I thank the lady.

1:00

Snoring guy
I think I wake up because someone is snoring really loud by my side. I wake up in a bed with some guy by my side. I am confused. Did I go to bed with some guy and don’t recall it? I try to see his face, but I’m scared of what I’ll find out. I finally see his face and I have no idea who he is. But we happen to be sharing a bed in a unfamiliar room to me. I feel tired so I just want to sleep and forget about it. I put my earplugs I find over the bedside table, but somehow it is not making any difference. I still hear the snoring and I can’t rest. I push the guy and wake him up. He says “What!?” and I complain he is snoring (let alone “who the fuck are you?”). He says it is not him and in fact I still hear snoring although he is awake. He shows me a guy sleeping on the floor, it is my friend Belchior and he is the one snoring. He says he came in late night, had no place to sleep and asked if he could crash in the dorm. Oh, so it’s a dorm. Belchior also wakes up, we say hi and he says he is sorry for dropping by like that, but he brought along a TV that we can use (and he points to the TV) as a compensation. This is getting boring so I then really wake up and realize it is my BF who is snoring out loud by my side on the bed.

3:00

New Zealand, Nepal, Japan and bullies
Falling asleep I got stuck on some hypnagogic imagery of giant waves hitting some scarps followed by a large group of mountains covered in green grass. I have a certainty that it is in New Zealand. I get into a dream from here. I am climbing those scarps, for sports I guess, but soon the waves are getting higher and higher and me and other people are really running up the scarps to escape them. We reach some small plateau where we find some nice hostel. By then we are in Nepal. I see prayer flags hanging near the front door. We are tired and hungry and we go inside. We find the place lovely. I start taking pictures, but some lady guests there don’t want to be on the picture and they complain, so I have to stop. I sit outside in a terrace with my climber friends. We are eating boiled eggs. There’s a girl in the group who is very pretty and she is blind. The waiter who is serving us is mentally challenged and I guess he feels empathy with this girl because of her disability and he digs her completely. So much that he is only serving her and obsessively asking if she wants something else. There are other costumers waiting to be served and he is ignoring them. We find it cute and amusing, but the girl is totally pissed off. She wants him to leave her alone. He only goes away when his boss scolds him from behind the counter. The girl then leaves and we accompany her to a place nearby where she is going to meet her actual BF. We think he is a bit of a jerk, but she seems to like him. The streets we walk are clearly in some Eastern country, like China or Japan. Once we leave her with her BF we come back to our table, but we still catch a glimpse of them making out inside the shop or studio where he works.
Back on my sit, I’m carefully taking the shell of an egg and I put it on the plate for a second to look to the side because of something we’re talking about. A group of people is passing by the side of our table and some bully takes my egg and eats it. I feel irritated with his attitude and I get up to confront him. He looks oriental and he is brown belt in karate or something similar. He is not a big guy and somehow I don’t feel so intimidated, but I’m aware he might be able to kick my ass quite a bit. Also there are other bigger guys in the group who are also martial arts practitioners – they are wearing their uniforms. I don’t care, I stand for justice. I tell him what he did was really wrong and ask him to say he’s sorry. Of course he is not and he couldn’t care less about my feelings. Then I get a blow in the head and when i get to turn I see the taller guy trying to play cool, like he didn’t do anything. This really annoys me. I call them cowards and childish and I get ready to fight them, but they don’t seem to want to fight me, just bully me. I give up and I tell “I just want to tell you to drop dead, but because I’m much more civilized than that, I instead wish you all the best for your life and have a good day!”. And I really felt it, from the bottom of my heart. There were some ladies accompanying them and they smiled very impressed that I had been classy and mocked them for having been taught a lesson of good manners.

Whalers
I become half-lucid and as I turn my back on them I face a park. It has a beautiful hedged garden and I try to fly over it, but it doesn’t work. So I walk up a hill by the side of the garden. On top of the hill I watch night falling and a sea bay with boats floating. The sea is getting very revolted and the boats are being violently shaken. I am then on the quay where other people are to, watching the boats in the storm. I ask if they’ll be ok and I’m told they are used to it and are not in distress. Actually they tell me they are working right now. They are whalers and are catching whales on the bay right now. I then see it, they are trapping and killing some small species of whales. I don’t want to see it, so I run from this bay, but find myself inside a building from which I can’t get out, with a large panoramic window over the bay. They are slaughtering the whales and I scream “Murderers!!!”. Two ladies who are tourists there and are also not enjoying the “show”, look at me like saying “well, it’s their custom, we can’t judge them”. I realise they wouldn’t understand my point. I’m vegetarian and I suffer with the killing of any animal, but in my own country people slaughter millions of animals and I don’t go around the streets calling them murderers, so why should I do it here? I decide to just leave after saying some prayers for the whales. But then I’m told the only way out is to go through two boats stopped on the quay. My friends from the hostel are also around and also want to get out of there, so we all go over the deck of the boats. But when we’re on the second one, it starts moving. We freak out, afraid it might go whaling and takes along. That would be too much! My friends turn to me “Now what!?” I don’t know, so I wake up.

5:40

Comet or asteroid
There’s something in the sky heading towards Earth, like a comet or an asteroid. It’s clearly visible in the sky and people are feeling desperate. I get the clear feeling “I’m going to die soon” and although it doesn’t totally freak me out, I still feel a bit uncomfortable with the idea. I’m with my BF looking at it and he asks me “Didn’t you had some friends or knew someone who knew about this? Don’t they have a plan? Can’t you talk to them? Aren’t some aliens coming to save us?” I find it funny that all of sudden all the conspiracy theories are no longer looking silly to him. But I tell him no, there is no one to save us and no plan B. We have to accept it. I feel at peace. Then, on that very moment, the asteroid or comet makes an abrupt 45º change in course, drawing a V in the sky and moving away from our planet, like it had bounced on something.

6:30

Save the children
... Passing by some kindergarten. Stop to look at a shelf full of figurines. I like particularly two dolls, of a male and female twins. Then the real versions of the figurines appear behind me and ask me if I’m enjoying the dolls. I ask if those are doll versions of themselves and they confirm, amused. They have a bunch of them.
... I am half-lucid and for some reason I get involved in a fight. Some guys with pitchforks and clubs come inside this building and I am trying to protect the people there, specially the kids, so I fight for them. I get some improvised weapons made of strong sticking out wires. I mostly knock them out and get their weapons, but try not to kill anyone. In the end only a lady is left standing and she wants the kids to commit suicide. Because they ignore her, she threatens to kill them. Of course I won’t let that happen. I never understood what this was about.

First encounter with my Dream Guide
I am now fully lucid. I go outside by climbing some stairs to a door, through which the attackers came inside. I decide to call my Dream Guide again, hoping to be more successful this time. I rise up in the air, hoping that in the sky I won’t be bothered by DCs, but two guys come after me, one flying and the other becoming gigantic to reach me. They nail me down on the floor, but I decide I won’t fight or get distracted. I keep focused on my goal. They hold me down but I look into the blue and white clouded sky and I make an appeal to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to designate a dream guide for me! Then a beautiful girl comes in my rescue, riding some kind of hover-bike. She is Japanese-looking, dressed in a white leather-like biker outfit with some red stripes in the front. She has a cute round face and a cute short white hair. She gets out from her sky-bike and picks the guys up as if they were feathers and throws them far away until they simply vanish in the distance. When she does this, red stripes of hair appear in her head and her outfit turns into red with white stripes in the front, so the opposite of before. It’s like her wrathful version coming out. I thank her and I ask for her name but she makes a sign like she wants me to shut up and not ask any questions. She never said a word. She just picked me up and took me across the dream as if it was just an hologram. She leaves me inside some place, like some cruise spaceship. It is definitely Japanese populated. I see japanese kids gathered in some kind of dinner to my left, then some tofu restaurant to my right and I keep walking through this deck-like place and I find a weird sado-maso role playing place that is becoming quite oppressive and unpleasant. I wonder why my DG took me here and why did she disappear so quickly. What did she mean? The dream is closing in, I feel uncomfortable. So I remember the ease with which she pulled me through a dream to another without the need for walls, portals, whatever. Then I thought maybe what she was trying to tell me was to stop being addicted to artifices: I have been able to get out of dreams just by wanting, so what's keeping me from doing it all the time. "Just get out!" So I did! I crossed this dream as if it was just an hologram hovering in front of me.

7:30

I rolled over and got out of bed. The darkness in the room made it impossible to even see my own hand in front of my face. How could it be that dark? I got out of bed and groped my way through the darkness. The room seemed to go on forever. Far beyond where my bedroom door should have been I was still going. This was clearly not normal. I decided to do a RC, and found out that I was dreaming.

I summoned a light so I could see the room I was in. Surprisingly enough, the room turned out to be my bedroom. I wondered how I had been walking forever and still not have left my room. That didn't really matter any longer. I looked around the room, trying to remember my goals. The book from the Akashic Records was sitting on my dresser. I remembered my encounter with the evil sorcerer that seemed to live inside the book. He had said he was bound to the book, and had shown clear hatred for all living things and a definite desire to get out of the book. He had said in no uncertain terms that if he had not been bound to the book he would have wanted to kill me on sight just for having light energy in me. I had not seen a single thing about him that I liked. Anything he could possibly have to teach wasn't something I wanted to learn. So instead of returning to the book I wanted to lock it back up and send it back where it came from, or even better, to a place it would never be found.

I picked the book up off of the dresser and lied it down on my bed. It seemed completely harmless now. There was no sign of the evil contained within. Nothing on the book that could betray that it was anything other than an ordinary antique book. I had a thought in the back of my mind that maybe finding the evil sorcerer had nothing to do with the book… maybe an evil entity had seen me trying to use the book and had teleported me elsewhere to try to use me. Maybe if I was to open the book now there wouldn't be any problem with getting the information out of it. Maybe… maybe… maybe… No… that was way too many maybes. Something about that book intended to get me to go into it again, no doubt the power of that damned sorcerer. No way could he be trusted.

The locks on the book hung open. They looked simple enough to seal again. I tried to lock the book closed. It wouldn't stay. I would fasten the lock just to have it come open again on its own. Why was that happening? That seemed like a bad sign, like the thing inside had already started the process of getting itself out. I wasn't sure how powerful that sorcerer was, but there was no way that having him get out could be considered a good thing. I tried a few more times to make the book stay sealed closed. Those ideas included different energy flows, including the one that had caused it to open and the inverse of the one that had caused it to open. Nothing worked. Maybe I would have to ask someone about this. I thought it seemed really retarded that I had opened the book and now I couldn't lock it again. I knew it would be a stupid move to go back into the book and end up releasing the sorcerer, but had I already done something incredibly stupid? If I had, then I would have to set it right. No two ways about it. That meant finding out a spell that would seal the sorcerer back into the book or into something similar or destroy the sorcerer or heal him on the off chance he had a spark somewhere in there… But maybe it wasn't down to that yet.

Not wanting to leave the book alone for some reason, I telepathically contacted Q. I told Q what the current problem was. Q responded by saying that since Sephiroth is part dark energy, I should contact Sephiroth. Q said Sephiroth would have a better understanding of the dark energy at work inside the book. So I telepathically contacted Sephiroth. I repeated to Sephiroth what the problem with the book was. Sephiroth said he would be right there. And sure enough, only a second or so had passed before Sephiroth appeared in my room. Sephiroth came over beside me on my bed and sat down, picking the book up and taking a look at it. Sephiroth turned the book over in his hands a few times, seeming a bit puzzled. He examined the lock closely, latching it closed only to have it come open again. I asked him if he knew what was wrong. He indicated to me to be quiet, looked at the book some more, then finally said that this lock would need a specific flow of energy to seal it, just as it had needed a specific flow of energy to open it. Sephiroth examined the book a bit more and then latched the lock closed. This time it stayed locked.

Sephiroth got up from my bed, looked at the book a bit longer, then he set the book down on my dresser. I asked him if he wasn't going to take it with him. He said not yet. He said he wasn't sure that book was supposed to be in the Akashic Records to begin with. I said I thought every book ever written was in there. Sephiroth shook his head. He said every piece of knowledge is kept there, but not every book ever written or created. Information on dark energy could surely be found there, including information on how to use it and control it. But if this book was created to house and imprison an evil entity, it surely was not intended to be in the Akashic Records. He said he was going to find out more about the book before deciding what to do with it. He added that since the book had not been bothered in my room so far, it seemed best not to move it. There would be a lot of evil forces that would love to get their hands on that book, either to claim its knowledge or even to release the sorcerer. And that would not be a good thing. I waited there a few more minutes, spent some time with Sephiroth. After spending some time with Sephiroth, I felt the dream slipping. I didn't even try to stop it. I had gotten to be very relaxed while I was with Sephiroth. So now everything in the dream faded to black and I woke.

I woke up and sat up in my bed. I couldn't see anything in my dark room. I got out of bed and headed for the door. I tripped over something furry… with a loud hiss, the cat ran out the door. Crap… I hadn't intended to step on a kitty… I followed the running cat and found her in the living room. I turned on the light so I could see the kitty better. A cute little tortoiseshell kitty jumped into one of the chairs and curled up to go to sleep. I did a double take at seeing that. The tortoiseshell cat could be no other than my beloved Amber…

but Amber got too old and sick, we had to have her put to sleep over 3 years ago. Yet there she was, curled up on the chair and sleeping. I approached the kitty, a bit afraid she would disappear and prove to have been just an illusion. I stroked her soft fur. She no longer appeared angry from being kicked, she started purring loudly. Amber always had such a loud purr. I scooped the kitty into my arms and hugged her close to me. Nothing could make me let go of that kitty… never again. I hugged my purring kitty close to me. It was a dream come true to have her back. Wait… no… what if all of this really was just a dream… a dream that would disappear before I knew it was gone… then Amber would disappear with the dream… no, I didn't want to lose her again, my beautiful Amber... I did an RC… Definitely a dream. I held Amber close to me, I felt like I would cry…

Amber started to wiggle. She wanted to go. I set her on the floor and she rubbed around my legs a few times before going into the other room where the cat food is. I could hear her eating in there. It seemed so unfair that I had to lose her again… Now to get my mind off of that and onto one of my dream goals. Open and read some of the contents of that locked book I found in the Akashic Records. I went into my bedroom and found the book on my dresser. I took the book and lied it on the bed. I undid the lock, the lock opened easily. I had already figured out the lock earlier, though I no longer remembered how the lock had opened. I opened the book to the beginning and looked inside. The pages felt like parchment under my hands. There was such detail on the book for a dream… such beautiful detail. I admired the leather cover and the pages inside right down to the fact they were completely blank. I flipped through some more pages in the book. Blank, blank, blank… I couldn't find a single line of text or a single picture in the entire book! So how could that help me with anything? Completely annoyed, I slammed the book closed. This sucked. All that trouble to get into the book for absolutely nothing. So I would do something else during this dream. There was still time left… and I hadn't yet dilated time, so I could make it even longer. So what would I do next?

When I reached the door I got a strong feeling that I should turn around and go back to the book. Something about the book pulled at my mind, insisted that I return. I walked back over to the bed and sat down. I had a very strong feeling guiding me to pick up the book and open it again. But how could a blank book help me any? It couldn't help. The insistent feeling continued. The urging, the pull. This feeling could not be denied. I had to open the book. I lied the book on my bed again and opened it up to some random point in the middle. The blank pages stared back at me as if taunting me with their mystery. I reached out and touched the page of the book, felt the parchment. The parchment felt like liquid now… like it wasn't quite solid. My hand sank into the liquid, and then I felt myself falling… falling… and everything faded to black before a whole new location came into view…

I surveyed my new surroundings. I floated down to what looked like a stone platform floating in the middle of an endless abyss… weird place. Purple clouds or something filled the abyss, but that only made it look emptier. The large stone platform floated in the abyss without any obvious means of support. I floated down and landed gently on the large stone platform. I looked across the platform, which looked to be about the size of a few football fields… not a small place. A figure stood at the far side of the platform. I could not tell who he was. I moved closer to the figure, the figure did not respond to my presence at all. The figure could have been a statue if it wasn't for the subtle movements I noticed as he shifted his position. I approached slowly.

"Get on with it, will you?" the man said, "Do I look like I have all night? Come over here and tell me what you are doing with a book about dark energy. You don't look like a dark energy being… I see way too much of that disgusting light stuff in you. So tell me what you're after and make it quick, I have little patience for those of your kind."

"Those of my kind?" I asked.

"Light entities," the man responded in an irritated manner, "If I had not been bound to this book you would already be dead, fool. Now either tell me what you want here or go away!"

So he didn't like light energy. I wondered what he would think of Walms. I saw the man looking at me with an intense star that made it look like he could peer right into my mind.

"I have seen this person you are referring to as Walms…" the man said with obvious disdain, "I can see much of what goes on in the worlds, I just can't participate. I saw your Walms using dark energy to restore a forest." He scoffed, "There are those who don't realize dark energy is not meant to create life, it is meant to destroy life. Using dark energy to plant flowers… such a waste. Now, for the last time, why are you here?!"

I pushed thoughts of Walms out of my mind, and focused on creating a mental shield to keep this guy out of my thoughts. I saw the annoyance on his face when I did that. I told the man that I wanted to control the dark energy. When I said that, he seemed to be a bit more interested. He said most of my kind only seek to destroy dark energy, and all who use it. I told him I was no longer that blind, dark energy can't be destroyed, if it did that would destroy the balance of the reality. He snorted at that. He said if I want to use dark energy I would have to get rid of that light crap I have right now. I said no, I would have both. He looked a bit surprised, but got an interesting smirk.

"So you seek to live in both the dark and the light at the same time? You would dwell in the world of twilight?" the man was asking me, "Not just anyone can control both the dark and the light simultaneously. Mostly one has to select between the two, at least for their primary energy. Choose either dark or light." He looked at me as if evaluating something about me. His gaze was so intense I could feel him probing over me… I reinforced my mental shield to be sure he could not see my thoughts again. "But yes, it looks like you might just be able to do it… as long as the process doesn't drive you mad."

"I will control both," I said, trying to sound confident. I had the feeling it would be an error to display any form of weakness to this man. I asked him who he was.

"I am the darkness," he said, "I am the destroyer of worlds, I am the bringer of night. My name would mean nothing to you, though, human. If I was free right now I would rend your soul from your worthless carcass and devour it whole… you would be forever imprisoned within me, where you would experience an eternity in hell." He chuckled as if thinking of a pleasant thing. "But alas, it is not to be. I have been bound to this book and am now forced into servitude to fools like you. Teaching you how to use dark energy. There's still some fun to be had when fools who think they can control it are instead consumed by it, but not nearly enough. So if you seek my knowledge, come over here. I find some things about you amusing, but my patience for you is running thin."

I wondered if I should trust this person. Who knows what he might try if I got too close. I eyed him from my current position, wondering what the best action would be.

"Oh, for the hate of…" he said in a very impatient voice, "This cursed book won't allow me to directly harm anyone. And if I had wanted to kill you, you would have been dead long before you got even that close. Now get over here or go away. I'm not going to say that again. I might not be able to harm you, but I can refuse you my services."

I went over to the dark sorcerer. He violently and suddenly took hold of my right wrist with his left hand, and my left wrist with his right hand. It felt like his grip could break my bones. But any pain I might have felt was instantly numbed by a surge of icy cold energy. Like dry ice. The cold flowed through my body in a massive rush. I felt instantly both drained and energized. Images filled my mind, images of various moves that looked like Alex Mercer from Prototype… the form changing, the consuming, the tendrils, the spikes coming from the ground, the sword, the claws… and some things I didn't remember seeing at all… becoming a dark vapor, fusing with an enemy to take control of them, creating raging black flames, calling forth darklings that would do my bidding, absorbing dark energy from any source, including the darklings I had just summoned… The flurry of images passed through my mind so fast I didn't even catch all of them. The images of using dark energy powers were interspersed with disturbing images of violence, torture, and death. I didn't see all of those, either, but I saw images of a child impaled on a spike, crying and writhing in pain, darklings coming out and eating the child alive, seeming to feed more on the cries of pain than on the flesh… I knew I had missed quite a few images, both of the torture and of the powers, but then the images stopped. The dark sorcerer pushed me away from him, my legs buckled and I fell to the ground.

"Maybe I was wrong," the sorcerer laughed, "If you can't even handle that, you haven't got a chance of handling dark energy. Don't expect to be able to use those powers on your own yet… that's assuming you saw any of them… and return here in 24 hours time… if you have the backbone to take another step into darkness." I stood up, facing the dark sorcerer. I didn't want to show any sign of weakness. "Now be gone, human. We have no further business to discuss here tonight." With a flick of his hand, an invisible force sent me flying up into the air. I passed through the surface of the book and crashed into the wall of my own bedroom. Ok… that was weird… I wondered if it was wise to return there again… or if this was all a trick.