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Ritual: Ongoing dry spell. I'm not sure what caused my focus and motivation to diminish so drastically, but neither has been sufficient in months to deliberately achieve lucidity. Even when I thought I've been motivated, I haven't been able to concentrate properly, or pay sufficient attention to the stages of sleep. Less attention to dreaming in general means that even my NLDs have become intolerably drab and dull for the most part, and since I've been journaling less my ability to remember dreams has also dwindled. However, this morning I woke up with a dream that I found interesting enough to write down, and I'm posting it here to try to help get my head back in the game.

NLD, "Three Vials": The container in my hand consisted of three conjoined steel vials closed with screwcaps. Each one held a different substance that would change me in some way. I was in a militarized compound full of soldiers and agents of some secretive organization; I was their experiment. Evidently one of their high level people, an old man with grey shoulder-length hair, had decided that it was time for my transformation. I began unscrewing the top of one of the vials while remembering the prophecy:

His breath is the wind.

The method of ingestion seemed straightforward. Breath? Wind? I held the end of the vial to my mouth and inhaled. It did feel like a great wind coursing into me. When the turmoil had settled and I spoke, my voice was changed. It was no longer a human voice, but impossibly deep and resonant.

There were things going on around me but I don't remember the details. I saw a news briefing of some sort; apparently the nation was in a state of emergency. I was being transformed so that I could go do battle, perhaps with another creature similar to what I was becoming. I decided to use the second vial. I had a vague anxiety that I should consume all three vials before someone stopped me: the old man had wanted to go through with the procedure, but I could tell that a lot of the others did not think this was a good idea. I should finish the transformation before someone decided to organize the opposition and restrain me. I recalled another line of the prophecy:

Sunlight fills his heart.

I opened the second vial. At first I habitually started bringing the container to my mouth, but the prophecy suggested that it contained light, so I diverted it to my eyes instead. White light filled them, blinding me. When I could see again, I went to look at myself in a mirror. My eyes were white now, but not an undifferentiated white. The pupils were tiny little pinpricks at the center, literally no larger than if the tip of a pin pricked a hole in a piece of paper. I thought that made sense, given that pupils contract in the light, and they had just been exposed to more light than ever before. The irises were still differentiated, but they were an ivory white and glowed as if with inner light around the inside of their circular rims. The whites of my eyes were now pure white.

I also noticed that my skin had turned white, but not smoothly or evenly, instead it left a mottled appearance, prompting me to comment wryly: "I hope the last vial contains a pore cleanser." No one laughed at my joke. The dream ended before I ever found out what was actually in the final vial.

Notes: There are some straightforward influences, though the dream transformed them into an original scenario. But the concept of putting things to my eyes and mouth clearly derives from the Vive VR game "Accounting," which I played last night. (It was brief and hilarious, I totally recommend it!) Then before bed I was playing Witcher II and noticed how cool Geralt's eyes looked. (I recently finished Witcher I, since I wanted to play all three in order, and just started on II. It is a breath of fresh air compared to the first one.) Having the Witcher series fresh in mind probably also contributed to the concept of drinking potions to achieve transformational mutations.

had this dream I was well taken by someone to this house (Note: the period is 2011). A unknown person said I was suppose to go into one of the rooms and put on a dress. I asked what would happen if I didn't. And the voice said to look in the coffins. I guessed female vampires were in it. I also mention not to send Frankenstein's monster after me.

But when I looked in to a mirror, I noticed the man speaking had a mask on and I said "You're Eric, the Phantom of the Opera of the Paris Opera House". Eric was a bit surprised but got over it. After singing some songs I knew off the top of my head. I talked to him nicely. And he kind of let me go (but somehow when I was in the house I went back into the 19th century.) and the person outside was a bit surprised. But we got on/in the coach. I got myself some food for Frankenstein monster and I also got some vials out and pricked myself (I bet vampires would be surprise to have someone freely give them blood and when the person's awake too). First thing I did is when I noticed Frankenstien's monster coming, I hopped out of the coach and started talking to him like he was an ordinarily person. I gave him a name "Peri Frankenstein" and gave him the food I got ready for him. (The coach people thought I was nuts)

Than he acted a lot nicer and left. Just a few seconds later female vampires appeared. I gave them the vials of blood. "Dracula would have been here but he's too ashamed of being someone's else's 'servant'." one of the female vamps said. After they left I collapsed? fainted? onto the sidewalk (but not because of any corset).


When I was collapsed two people come into the town. One was Dr.Frankenstein who was very surprised at how his monster's behaviour had changed. The other man was Johnathan Harker. They both find me collapsed on the street. They take me to a friend's mansion (don't know whose). I wake up a couple of days later and find the two men in my "room" at the mansion.

But I acted like I was fully dressed and they were both surprised to see I knew who they were. After chatting with them a bit I looked out a window next to my bed and saw people with torches (and I mean ACTUALLY torches, not the British word for flashlights) and signs saying "Kill the witch" (the witch I think preferred to me). I told the two men get out of the house. I somehow summoned rain which put out the fires on the torches.