Xanous' Dream Journal

#302 - DEILD - 5:55AM

I intend to have a natural WBTB but I wake a bit late around 5AM. The dream I was having was about my company's wifi was recording everyone's Google searches. I found out the IT dept was actually going through all the records and I become worried that I should have been more careful what I research. I was certain that I always make sure I stay logged out of Google for this very reason as I wake.

It's too late for an actual WBTB so I use the restroom and do mantra's while focusing on my body, hoping for the best outcome.

I find myself sitting in some sort of outdoor amphitheater with my wife and her sister. We seem to be watching a movie on a big screen that looks like some lame chick flick. I become bored and remember there is a bar in the back. I wonder if they serve Absinthe. I remember I had been researching it (True) and really want to try a shot. I tell my wife I'll be right back.

The scene skips to an indoor and dimly lit bar with lots of neon lights. I walk to the bartender and see some random bottles that might be Absinthe but I can't read it. Then I clearly see a bottle marked, "LUCID". It's a real brand of Absinthe so I don't think too much other than, "Yes. They have it." Although, I am a bit bummed that it is this brand since I had read so much negative remarks about it online.



I ask the bartender to pour me a shot. There was some conversation that I can't recall. Then, a young, good looking black man comes from the back that I take to be the owner. He has a white tall-boy can in one hand and says something like, "If you just want to a taste then try this." I explain to him that from what I read, American Absinthe doesn't contain any Thujone. It's like a coffee drinker trying to enjoy decafe. (BTW I have no idea if this is actually the case, but I have read that as well as other conflicting articles.) I was hoping for some imported stuff, but I decide to take a sip. I force myself to get past the fact that I am drinking after a complete stranger. Worse still it seems to be the off of it. Gross. The liquid is ice cold and tastes exactly like mugwort tea with a hint of wormwood. I lie to the man and tell him, "It's good", as I walk away. I stop after a few steps and already feel pleasantly intoxicated. I see some mild hallucinations and then all my senses, especially my vision, becomes super sharp and Hi-Def. I marvel at this for a second and then remember that I need to get back to my wife.

I am in the amphitheater again but everyone has left. My pocket buzzes and I read a text from my wife. "WE ARE IN THE HIGH TOWER" I'm not sure what that means but I remember there's a round ziggurat in the parking lot. I rush over there as fast as I can. I just get a glimpse of something that resembles a small Tower Of Babel when I either half wake or have a false awakening.



I am self aware but not really trying to LD at this point. I recall the dream I just had and realize the word "Lucid" and the thoughts of Thujone should have made me think of LD and RC.

I get a vivid flash of some dream scene, become excited, then renter darkness. I realize that I am basically dreaming now and the vibrations start. I wait a moment strengthening the vibes and telling myself to stay aware. I feel my heart pounding and force myself to calm down. After a moment I exit.

I am standing in the kitchen/dinning room of the old house in Luling. I move down the hallway to the front door but my vision blacks out again. I recall the living room in my mind and the lights come back on. I look around with eyes wide open to see better. I decide to stay inside but I can't seem to recall any goals. I head back to the kitchen and notice a large red toned mural on the wall in the hallway. I don't focus on it (I wish I had) but feel the edge of it. I wasn't sure if it was canvas or actually painted on the wall.

I move to the kitchen and recall all the crazy "demon" stories about this old church parsonage. It always frightened the hell out of me ask a kid so I decide to call them out. When I try to speak my voice is caught in my throat and I assume I was trying to talk in my sleep. I pause, make a humming noise, then in a loud and commanding voice, "IF THERE EVER WERE ANY DEMONS HERE. THEN COME FORTH AND SHOW YOURSELF." Once I had spoken the words I feel mildly afraid, yet confident. Still, I think I should find a weapon. I turn and pull an extra large butcher knife from a wooden knife block on the counter. I think this isn't big enough and it becomes a Samurai sword with a handle matching Michonne's sword in TWD. I look around disappointed that there are no demons to attack. Not even zombies. I hack and swing in the air imagining invisible foe's but none materialize. It's at this point that I wake up minutes before the alarm clock.