Thread: A Lost Soul wandering.

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I was a little girl, orphaned in the alleys of… some ancient village in Japan? I could barely read the writing on the buildings around me. A man came to me and said that he would give me food and a place to live if I would let him dress me up and parade me in the streets for the festival. He said that he’d really wanted to take his daughter to the festival, but she had died recently. The man didn’t want to go alone. I was starving and lonely, so I agreed. He dressed me up in a beautiful kimono and put my hair up in a complicated way. He showed this to me in a dusty, cracked mirror. I had never looked so pretty, and because of that I was happy. But my eyes… they looked so dead. The man said something cheerful in a language I didn’t understand, so I just smiled. He put a teddy bear under my arm and took me outside to the main street. He held my hand and I suddenly looked up at him like a child should look up at their father. We began to walk with the rest of the crowd. There were so many people talking and laughing and almost everyone had some sort of costume on (the costumes reminded me of the spirits from ‘Spirited Away’). Everyone was going to this grand festival. I was actually beginning to get excited, like a real little girl should be. And then there was an explosion.

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A litter of kittens lived on the sidewalk, under buildings and such. One kitten, a fluffy black male with white feet, was energetic and liked to dash across the street. I cried out because cars were going by and nearly hitting the kitten. I ran into the street, trying to catch the kitten, but he kept running out of my reach. He was too fast! A car almost hit him… but I stopped it with my hand, and with that same hand, I picked it up and flung it away. Stupid cars.

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(Removed because it involved instances from my current creative project.)

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Three people lay in the street. The cops were there, either helping or hindering. No one had put up a blockade on the street, so cars were zipping right by the people and the police. It was dangerous. At first, I ran into the street and tried to stop traffic, but the cars wouldn’t stop. One hit me (it didn’t hurt, but it bounced me out of the road), and a few just drove around me. Next, I moved my car into the road. That still didn’t stop them. Cars went around my car, nearly running over the people and the police. Frustrated, I grabbed some orange cones from the cop’s car and placed them. Finally, traffic stopped (oddly, two school buses). I heard a voice behind me. “What are you doing?” I turned around, but no one was there. Even the people and the police were gone. I felt like the people in the buses were laughing at me.

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I was looking down from the sky. A woman had been drinking. Or she was on drugs… I’m not sure, but she couldn’t drive her pickup truck very well anymore. She was swerving on and off the road. A policeman pulled her over, but for some reason gave her a break and let her get on her way. I thought that was a big mistake. Some time later (I think some days had passed), the policeman was in his car, on patrol, and the woman was driving on the same highway, drunk again. She could not control her vehicle and she skidded around until she hit the police car. I heard a terrible scream as the car burst into flames. Somehow, the truck and the woman were fine, though. I saw the policeman run out of his car, his seatbelt had melted to his body in the explosion and he was screaming out in pain. He had given her another chance, and she had used that second chance to drink and drive, and this time she had hurt someone. His screams were too much for me, and I woke up.

I was on a ship in Manhattan. I could see that place a short distance away. For some reason, it was still smoking, even though that day happened nearly five years ago. No one else on the boat could see the smoke. And it seemed that no one cared anyway. Sadly, that’s the way of things.

“I’m sorry,” I said to the space where the buildings once stood, and I blew a kiss in that direction. Where my kiss flew, rose petals fell and the crowd around me gasped in delight.

Still, I felt that wasn't nearly enough.

I don’t know where I was when I opened my eyes in the dream world. I was wearing a pink dress reminiscent of Aeris from Final Fantasy 7 and I stood at a cliff of some sort, looking over a very large body of green water. A short distance away was a single tree with very few leaves. The sun was setting and I heard beautiful music.

Two lovely young boys were sitting in the branches of the tree. One was blond-haired with pale cat-eyes. I think they were green. He played a shakuhachi. The other boy had very dark hair and wide, yellow eyes. His eyes reminded me of an owl’s. He played a shamisen. I should note that, although they wore human bodies, neither of these boys were human. They had an ageless, ‘wild animal’ spirit about them, though neither of them felt hostile. In fact, they felt rather curious and friendly. Even a bit worried. They were intent on their music, but both of them were watching me closely.

I turned my attention away from them to peer over the cliff’s edge once more, into the green water. I think I was contemplating death. I took one step off the cliff, only to find that I wasn’t plunging into the water. I was floating above it. I heard one of the boys (the owl-boy, I think) make a noise of surprise and both of them leaped from the tree.

They came to the cliff’s edge then, and spoke. (There was an important conversation here… I can feel it. But it was gone when I woke. How frustrating that I'm not allowed to remember what was said.)

I was Amy Lee, singing the Evanescence cover of "Thoughtless" (someone else was playing the piano). It was exhilarating to be up on stage, lights beaming down on me, people screaming and cheering as I poured my heart into the microphone. I love that feeling and it makes me wish I actually had some singing talent.

Oddly, my second song was "Redemption" by Gackt. Somehow it came out sounding wonderful and I didn't mess up the words at all.

Congrats on your new DJ! I notice you have frequent dreams per night, so great! Can't wait to read more and for lucidity to strike. xoxoxo

Thank you, Genjyo. I'm lucid all the time, though. I have been since I can remember. So far, these are just the dreams that seem the most 'normal'. I should start posting the really not-of-this-earth ones.

Always lucid? You privileged child Way cool!

I woke in the dreaming with an application in my hand. As always, I take a look at my surroundings first, and then I look down at myself. In this case, however, the first thing my eyes were drawn to was the paper in my hands. It was an application for Japanese classes—something I’ve wanted to do for a very long time, but I haven’t the money to do it.

“Oh, are you the new teacher?” It was a man’s voice.

“Huh?” I looked up and raised an eyebrow. The man standing before me was middle-aged with short-cropped hair and glasses. He looked scholarly.

“You’re late. The students are waiting.”

“Wait, no. I’m not a teacher. I’m signing up for a language class,” I held up the paper in my hand.

The man adjusted his glasses. “Oh, I see. My mistake. Let me take care of that for you.” He took my application and motioned for me to have a seat at a nearby table. It reminded me of the tables in my old high school cafeteria. Round and smooth and surrounded by those hard orange chairs that make your ass hurt.

The teacher walked into the room, and all us students looked up at him. He looked around at all of us, finally settling on me, and said, “What are you doing here? You belong in the advanced class.”

“But…” I protested. “I don’t even know all my katakana yet!”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. And I woke up.

O_o

Copied and pasted from the Lucid Experiences forum (trying to keep stuff as organized as possible):

When I opened my eyes, I was in a vast, open area. There were no trees as far as my eyes could see, nor was there much of anything else but healthy, beautiful green grass. I think there was a cliff on one side of the terrain… perhaps overlooking a river, although I’m not sure how I knew that. In the far distance, at the brink of my sight, was a soft gray fog, as though it had just rained or was about to.

As part of my usual routine when I arrive in the dreaming, I looked down at myself. My body was a bit smaller (certainly more slender and fit), my skin an asian color, and my hair long and black. I knew which body I wore, and it felt so right. I felt contented. I was dressed in a loose, comfortable outfit reminiscent of a martial arts gi. It was a very pale and soothing shade of pink and it felt like soft linen. I found myself wishing I had this body and outfit in the waking world…

Before me stood a house. No, it wasn’t a house yet. It was still only a bunch of wooden boards, bricks, a wheelbarrow, and randomly strewn tools. A man was amidst the scarce beginnings of the house, and I knew that he was building it alone. He was a broad, middle-aged man with very dark hair and eyes and a soft, friendly face that was crinkled in concentration. I quietly watched him for a few moments before he finally glanced my way and noticed my presence.

He noticed me right away and straightened, one hand on his lower back as though it protested his movements. He raised a hand in greeting, and I did the same. He asked my name. I replied, “Tomoe.”

“Hello, Tomoe,” he said, and went back to work. I took a few steps closer to him and his project. I felt that the building of this house was very important to him, and a project that only he could complete. His soul felt heavy… I didn’t want to stand there doing nothing, nor did I want to leave him alone. So I offered to help.

He looked at me curiously before nodding and motioning to a tool that he needed. Careful not to get in his way, I retrieved the tool from a pile of debris and handed it to him. He continued to work diligently.

After a few minutes of silence, he suddenly began to speak to me. His accent was one that I’m not used to, but pleasant to listen to nonetheless. It sounded Scottish. He made small talk at first; complimenting the weather, how nice the grass smelled and how pretty the surrounding area was. And then he delved into the details of his life. He had a pregnant wife that was far away, and he was building the house for her and their child.

I felt strongly that his wife and child were farther away than he thought and that he would not be seeing them again for a very long time. In fact, I sensed that I was behind an opaque curtain. This layer of earth was very quiet… It occurred to me then that I heard no birds, no rustling wind, no rushing water even though I was sure there was a river nearby.

To make things even more confusing, I also felt that I was on earth—this earth, and I heard and felt all the things associated with the realm of the ‘living’. Yes… what a splendid way to describe my location… I felt as though I were between the realm of the living and the dead. I felt that, perhaps, this man was no longer alive in the human sense of the word.

I think I struggled with this for a moment, because he asked me if I was alright. I focused all my energy on the quieter realm that he was in, and I nodded. “I am sorry to worry you,” I said.

“You look as though you’ve seen a ghost, lass.”

I didn’t reply. Instead I encouraged him to speak more of himself, all the while helping him in small ways (handing him the tools he needed, or holding a board in place). I was starting to get tired, but I felt that I could stay there as long as necessary. Certainly as long as he needed me. The poor man… his soul felt so alone and heavy. The more he talked, the lighter his soul felt to me and he worked with much more ease. Eventually, though, he noticed my growing exhaustion.

“Oh? Is it time for you to go already, then?” I felt terrible. I had no idea how long he’d been alone, building this house. I felt terrible leaving him, but I could feel the pull of my body in the waking world getting more and more urgent as I grew more and more tired.

To my surprise, he cheerfully stood, wiped his forehead, and clapped the dust from his hands. He walked nearer to me, bowed respectfully, and then took my hand in his and kissed it. He thanked me for taking the time to listen to ‘an old man’s story’, and I felt as though he had removed a great burden from his shoulders.

It was only when I woke up that I realized I’d never asked his name. Or, if I did, I could not remember it.

I could hear the musical laughter of small children around me. I opened my eyes to a rather… unusual… situation. I found myself underwater in what appeared to be a clear and sparkling blue-green, almost jewel-like sea. The sun was shining above me and thick beams of light broke through the swells of the water’s surface to dance and play with the swimming children. I had no trouble breathing, which wasn’t a big surprise; I’ve always been able to breathe underwater in the dreaming. What did surprise me, however, was seeing him floating before me…

As I’ve said before, under normal circumstances (if any of my experiences in the dream world can be called ‘normal’) I always look around. But this time, my attention was wholly his and I probably wouldn’t have noticed if a shark bit my leg off at that point. I was so taken aback by his presence (so rarely am I graced by his company!) that I didn’t even bother to look at my surroundings or myself.

I was only dimly aware then of the child-like beings swimming around us, laughing and playing. Their voices echoed merrily, but I was too entranced by his smile and those dark eyes to really pay heed to anything else. His hair swirled about his head like some sort of dark vortex, framing his beautiful face and dragging me deeper and deeper into those eyes. He smiled—another beam of light brighter and warmer than any of the sun’s rays—and I felt my heart skip a beat.

In one swift motion, he twirled around and caught me up in his embrace. A flood of emotions rushed to me. I breathed him in and reveled in the warmth of his cheek pressed against mine, of his entire body pressed against mine. I was all at once well aware of every curve, every angle of his form.

“A dream.” I think I uttered the words aloud, but I can’t be sure. Either way, that’s exactly what I was thinking at that point. A dream. This was nothing more than a vivid dream.

“Does this feel like a dream to you?” He whispered. The sound of his voice in my ear and his soft lips on my cheek nearly made me weep.

“No.” I could manage little more than that monosyllabic response. I found myself unable to string together multiple words. He ran his hand through my hair and I did something I haven’t done in a long time… I let myself relax in his arms. He kept his cheek against mine and began to slowly twirl around, our hair fanning out to surround us. His dark locks brushed gently against my face, and I swore then that not only was there indeed a heaven, but I was in it. The child-like beings began to follow suit, swimming circles around us, their motion creating a small eddy.

With each circle that passed, the dreaming began to grow unstable. I felt my body lying in bed, and gradually I was returning to it. But I didn’t want to go! Not now! Not yet! I fought it. I fought it with everything I had in me. But I was powerless to my physical body calling me back. Reluctantly, I awoke with tears streaming down my face. I kept my eyes closed for a long time after that, begging my soul to find its way back there.

Kittens. Lately, my recurring dreams are always about kittens. Cute fluffy ones or little helpless ones.

In this dream instance, I was in a small house with Lucius. Raistlin was with us, too. He’s my cat in America, sweet and silly and about as smart as a blade of grass. He scares me sometimes because he forgets to breathe and I have to remind him. I had to remind him in the dream, too, and Lucchan laughed at me.

There were about twenty very young kittens that someone had been trying to kill. I rescued them and took them all into our house. They were all so young that we had to feed them with a little bottle of milk. Poor Lucchan was miserable at first (he’s allergic), until one kitten walked up to him and mewed. Then he just melted and said we could keep them all. I cheered.

And yet again another dream about rescuing animals. I’m beginning to wonder what the meaning of this is.

I was working at a department store, but strangely a guy I used to work with at the comic book shop was my boss. I had just clocked in and was doing my menial tasks (helping customers, fixing up the store, blah, blah, blah) when I looked out the window and saw something happening.

Two little cougar cubs were running around in the road outside. People were not even trying to avoid them, and three of their brothers and sisters had already gotten crushed. Someone had shot the mother and a group of people had gathered around them.

They looked exactly like this:


At first, I was terrified. My boss saw the look on my face as I watched what was going on outside, and he warned me to pay attention to my job (because in America, a job is more important than anything else in the world...). I turned to him, disgusted, and said, “Fuck you and fuck this job!” He yelled at me, and my co-workers were angry, but I ignored them and I ran outside anyway. Behind me, I heard my boss say, “I’m going to get my gun and shoot that monster!”

I caught up with one of the cubs just as her brother was hit and squished by a truck. A car hit me in the arm and it was extremely painful, but I wrapped my arms around the baby cat and held her close. At first, she was scared and tried to claw me, but I kept speaking to her softly as I ran away with her and eventually she just snuggled down in my arms. I held her carefully, like she was the most important thing in the world, and I cried. I was so upset that I couldn’t save the others. I can’t even express how terrible I felt.

I ran with her until we were out of the city and on a dirt road that nobody used. I put her down on the ground and she sat down, looking up at me with those big, kitten eyes. I knelt next to her and bowed, apologizing that I couldn’t save her family too. And I cried some more. How can people be so cruel when it comes to animals? I like animals way more than I like the human race!

She stood and did a cute little kitten-walk toward me, bumping her head into mine. I sat up again, wiped away my tears and smiled at her. She turned around and pranced off, like only kittens can, stopping a short distance away to give me a glance over her shoulder that said, “So are you going to follow me?”

I got to my feet and began to walk after her. She always stayed slightly ahead of me, occasionally doing a little circle-bounce to make sure I was still behind her. I smiled at her, feeling a lot better than I had a few moments ago. “Don’t worry,” I assured her. “It’s just you and me now, isn’t it?”

She bounced again, then turned and pranced off with me at her heels. We ended up walking a lot, swimming through a river with a lot of water snakes and other creatures, and eventually coming to a very pretty island where only a few humans lived with the animals. I was very happy.

You did the right thing! What a precious cub btw Because you have instant lucidity, do you simply go along with the flow of the dream setting? Have you gotten tired of exploiting the dream world? I have so many quesitons, later ALS!!

Originally posted by Genjyo
You did the right thing! What a precious cub btw Because you have instant lucidity, do you simply go along with the flow of the dream setting? Have you gotten tired of exploiting the dream world? I have so many quesitons, later ALS!!

Please, if you have questions, don’t hesitate to ask them. I’d be happy to answer what I can.

Normally, yes, I just go along with whatever the dream is. I don’t usually try to manipulate or change anything unless I feel threatened or I have to fight. It’s not that I got tired of it... I guess I just never really did it at all. The first post in this journal might explain all of that (I added it recently). When I dream, I often wonder if I’m even in my own head anymore. I’m sure a lot of people would think I’m crazy.

Oh, and yes, she was an adorable cub. ^_^ So sweet-tempered too. I’m glad I could save her, although I felt very guilty about her brothers and sisters.

That was an amazing glance into your introduction of the dreaming. I'm serious, you have an amazing skill then. The only one I know of anyway. Be expecting some PMs LOL

Well at least I know where this one came from.

I dreamed that Trent Reznor came to the Netherlands to give me, Lucius, and a few other people a private concert.

Short but undeniably sweet and I was rather annoyed when I woke up. So where did it come from? Long story short: I love NIN. I’ve been wanting to see him live since I was in high school. I almost did last year on my birthday, but tickets sold out in less than five minutes. Now that I’m in the Netherlands, he’s touring America and EVERYONE and their friggin brothers have been sending me messages saying, “Guess what? I’m going to a NIN show tonight!”.

I try to be happy for them, but some of them aren’t even fans. =/

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The second dream was also relatively short, but I think it had a good point. (And on I go with the animal theme lately...)

There was a huge, ugly spider on the wall. It was brightly colored and sort of hairy. I was amazed, so I pointed it out to the small group of people that were with me. They all screamed and panicked. I didn’t understand why. “It’s poisonous!” they said.

“But it won’t attack you for no reason,” I replied. I held out my hand and the spider climbed onto it. “They’re actually very gentle.”

The group of people thought I was crazy and they left me alone. I was sad and lonely, but I guess I’m used to that. I looked at the wall where the spider had been hanging and noticed that it wasn’t a wall at all, but a window. Or more accurately, a terrarium. I saw a bunch of hatchling lizards inside. I crouched down to get a better look at them. There were geckos and bearded dragons, and one iguana (which surprised me because he was so mellow with all the hatchlings around him).

The spider crawled from my hand to the top of the terrarium. There was a little hole in the screen and the spider seemed to reach for something I couldn’t see, then dropped it into the terrarium. It was a cricket. The spider kept dropping crickets to the lizards and I realized what was going on. The spider was taking care of them.

I stood up and smiled. It was so nice to see two completely different races taking care of one another.

Fitful sleep. It’s been like this for a while now, which is why I haven’t been updating as much. I've had a lot on my mind lately and it's been affecting my work, my play, my sleep, my dreams, and my 'journies' to wherever I go when I close my eyes.

Lately, I dream of kittens a lot. I wonder what it means?

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All I can remember is holding a white kitten. His eyes were big and the prettiest shade of blue I have ever seen. There were other animals all around me, crying to be taken home, but I had chosen this one. No, more accurately, he had chosen me. He snuggled against my neck and everything felt right with the world. He was warm and comfortable, one paw stretched out over my shoulder and his little puffs of breath tickling my skin. I felt the melty-heart sensation that clearly told me I had fallen in love with him.

"This one," I said aloud. I turned to see Lucius standing a small distance away from me. His smile was sweet but almost sad. He didn’t speak, but his eyes said, “I’m sorry, you have to put him back.”

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t put down that kitten. If I put him down then, I would have lost him and that feeling of warmth and comfort, of rightness and belonging, forever. “But, sweetie, please, I can't...” I softly protested. Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t lose this. In this little white kitten, I felt like I held my whole world in my arms.

I already knew what he was going to say even before he said it. “My mom won’t allow it.” I heard high-pitched Dutch words being spoken in a very irritated and belittling tone. Although I couldn’t fully understand, I knew that tone of voice and it made me very angry. And then suddenly, I was so angry that I screamed “SHUT UP!” and woke myself up.

I was one of those young women who lived (relatively) alone except for a quiet roommate and about ten cats, two dogs, and other various animals. My roommate, in this instance, looked and acted quite a lot like Lucius. I had a feeling that I had a job that I really enjoyed, but it was one that kept me busy (and Lucius worried) all the same. This was proven when I heard a knock at the door.

Lucius greeted the familiar woman in the way one greets, for example, a spouse’s boss. I recognized her voice right away and rolled over in my bed. “Sorry to bother you so early,” she said. “But something big was just called in and we need her.”

“I hear you,” I called from the comfort of my fluffy quilts (which included three lazy cats and one dog) in the adjacent room. I threw the covers aside, disrupting the dog but not at all bothering the cats, and sat up. She stood in the doorway, smiling. Perhaps it was just my mind telling the story, but she looked remarkably like Sarah Sidle of CSI (that’s what I’ll call her from here on). Somehow that was comforting. I assumed her cheerful smile had something to do with the coffee in her hand. I took note, thankfully, that she also brought one for me.

“Morning, rookie,” she grinned. I yawned in response. “Get dressed and grab your gun. We’ve got a missing persons case.”

I pulled a shirt over my head and eyed her curiously. “A missing persons?” I said thoughtfully. “Why call me? I’m on night shift, you know. And why do I need my gun?” Sarah carried all the time but, though I trained often, it was unusual for me to bring a weapon to any crime scene.

She explained by saying that this case was a ‘special’ one, and that she thought I was the best suited for it’s ‘oddities’. I grinned almost sardonically. Well, at least my weirdness was being put to good use. Being the good CSI she was, she noted my expression and shrugged, careful not to spill the coffees. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, but you were the first one we thought of. We need you on this one, rookie.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” I replied, tying a shoe. “I’m eager to be a part of this case. Any case where you guys have to get me up at... wow, five in the morning... must be a good one. I wouldn’t miss it for all the sleep in the world.”

Sarah grinned. “That’s the spirit, kiddo.” Once finished tying my shoe, I secured my gun in my pants (odd... why didn’t I have a proper holster for it?), grabbed a coat that had been slung carelessly on a nearby chair and she handed me one of the coffees. I took it gratefully.

We walked out into the living room where Lucius stood patiently, a worried look on his face. I kissed his cheek, then the tip of his nose and he put on a smile for me. “Please be careful, sweetie,” he said. To which I promised: “I will.” I had the feeling we went through this routine every time I left for work, but this time seemed a little different. I don’t think I’d ever seen him so worried.

Sarah briefed me in her car on the way to the scene. Apparently a usually quiet and responsible young lady hadn’t been seen or heard from in about a month. I glanced at Sarah and I’m pretty sure I had an eyebrow raised. Sarah went on to explain that the girl had no family or friends to speak of so no one had raised a concern earlier. The missing girl’s landlord became concerned when she didn’t show up to pay her rent. She had always been the perfect tenant: prompt and reliable, quiet and polite.

I took all of this in, as I did with ever new case, and when she was done, I looked at Sarah again. “So... why do you need me again?”

She took a turn and pulled into the kind of parking lot you find outside of big apartment complexes. “You’ll see.” She said and I chuckled. This was getting more interesting by the minute.

We started to walk up to a part of the complex that was clearly an office. The landlord opened the door as we arrived, greeting us immediately. “I’m glad you ladies came,” he said. “I’m worried about Lisa.” I don’t remember the missing girl’s name, but it started with an “L” and ended with an “A” so I’ll just call her Lisa.

There was some dialog here, but it was boring CSI talk and I won’t subject readers of my journal to that. The landlord told us that ‘strange things’ had been happening around Lisa’s apartment since she’d gone missing. He gladly handed me the key and gave us permission to go into the apartment to take a look around. He also told us we might want to bring backup. Sarah and I exchanged a glance. Not many witnesses said that...

Sarah laughed it off at first, as we drove to Lisa’s apartment. I wasn’t so sure, though, and I said so. I just had a feeling that there was something bigger going on and two CSI’s weren’t going to be able to handle it. She smiled and picked up her radio. “That’s why I brought you,” she said, then requested backup.

We arrived at Lisa’s apartment (which was actually a more like a single house she was renting from the landlord). Immediately I sensed that the girl wasn’t missing at all, but holing herself up inside the house. More than that, there was a purple cloud of... something... circling ominously over her roof. As weird as it sounded, I told Sarah, and she nodded, suddenly growing very serious.

Backup arrived and Sarah, three policemen, and I knocked on the door. “Hello?” I called. “Police. Can we come in?” I’m not sure why I did this, but all the cops in the movies do it and it seemed a nice thing to do before breaking down the poor girl’s door. Which I did.

The police went in first to clear the scene. They assured us that no one was there. Sarah and I went in second and began to take notes. The first thing we noticed was that Lisa had no furniture. Not a table, not a chair, not a sofa. Not even a lamp. Nothing. The house was immaculately clean (even more starkly so with the absence of furniture), except for a few small blood-smeared patterns on the wall. I didn’t need Greg Sanders in the lab to tell me it was Lisa’s blood.

Something about the house didn’t feel right. Looking around more thoroughly, I noticed a weird sort of aura on one of the walls. For some reason, normal inanimate objects all have a solid orange-and-blue aura. But this one was a bit more colorful. I heard one of the policemen in the background ask Sarah why I was ‘staring at the wall’. Sarah explained that I could see things others couldn’t, and the cop seemed to accept that.

I concentrated a bit, until the fuzzy colors went away and I saw a dark-haired girl huddled in a room. She gasped and looked up, as though she was aware that I was looking at her. “She’s in there!” I said. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, a giant fireball seemed to shoot from the wall into my chest. It blew me back into the kitchen and I crashed into the refrigerator so hard that it nearly folded in half. In my pain, strangely, I realized what the blood-smeared symbols were. I yelled at Sarah and the police to get out of the house. Sarah grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the trashed refrigerator. The five of us ran outside as more fireballs flew.

Then, suddenly, there was a VERY loud sound above us. It was the roar of a helicopter coming down. I think it was one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen in a dream... a helicopter falling directly at us. I held up my arms, as though that would protect us, and the helicopter seemed to hit an invisible wall and crashed to the ground a short distance away from us. The cops behind me swore and Sarah looked at me strangely, but also thankfully.

“What the hell just happened?” Sarah said. Her gun was comfortably in her hand and I wondered how long it had been there. Some CSI I was... I hadn’t even noticed my partner drawing her weapon.

“The girl did it,” I answered. “She’s a witch or something...”

“A witch?” Sarah actually looked shocked. “Like you, you mean?”

I shook my head. “I’m not sure.”

The ‘fight’ (if it can really be called that) went on for a while, with Lisa downing planes and other large objects with her mind. She nearly crushed us a few times, but somehow we managed to survive. Somewhere during the ‘fight’, I pulled out my gun and aimed. I fired a shot at Lisa’s head and hit her between the eyes. I felt terrible as I watched her crumple over, lifeless, but at the same time I was relieved. I didn't want to see anyone die and she was doing dangerous things that nearly killed not only us, but her neighbors and some innocent bystanders.

When I first opened my eyes there, I seemed to be tying up some seriously tall leather boots. I was wearing a black, gothic princess-looking lacy shirt with billowing sleeves. My hair was longer than it is in the waking world and curly, but still red.

I heard voices. I looked up to find myself in what must have been a fancy and expensive hotel room. Lots of people were around me. I recognized an old friend from high school named Lindsey who seemed to be interviewing us. She was holding one of those little recorders and a microphone. Alex D was fussing over my hair and skirt and he kept saying “Smile, you look beautiful!” Lucius was standing in front of me, holding up a leather corset for my approval (or his because he kept putting them back and grabbing different ones from the closet). Ophelia Blue was holding out her arms and twirling around, warming up her voice by the door. She was also wearing a black lacy dress, though not as much leather as I seemed to be going for and with a touch more color than my outfit.

Someone knocked on the door and Aquanina peeked in. “Almost showtime, you sexy girls,” she said with a grin. Suddenly I got a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Lucius finished tying off my corset, muttering that my boobs were in danger of popping out (I laughed at him) and we followed Nina down a hallway with dim lighting and a deep red carpet. She led us outside and into a nearby building where we regrouped backstage. I was still scared and Ophelia must have noticed because she gave me a hug and told me not to worry. “It’ll be great! Trust me,” she said.

I felt a little better so I risked a peek between the curtains. It was an outside stadium, by far the largest I’d ever seen. Our band was already out there on stage, semi-hidden to the audience by dark lighting. Genjyo had a dark blue guitar and InTheMoment was on the drums. I didn’t recognize the bassist or the second guitarist, but the guitarist was very hot. He looked like Hyde of L’arc en Ciel:


Then there was an urgent, dramatic sort of music and Ophelia gave my arm one last reassuring squeeze. Someone (Nina, I think?) shoved microphones in our hands and gave me a little push through the curtain. When we stepped out onto the stage, the crowd went absolutely wild. It was the most amazing thing I have ever felt. I saw that there was a huge orchestra set up behind the band. Funny enough, I saw a bunch of DV people in there, too. I couldn’t recognize all the instruments everyone played, but I’ll do my best:

Seeker, Aphius, Lomebririon, Howetzer, and Placebo had violins. Icedawg was next to them on some kind of big, fat guitar thing (I forgot what they’re called). Clairity, Amethyst Star, Rakkantekimusouka, Gwendolyn, and Irishcream had very big pan flutes (Clairity also had a harp next to her). Barbizzle and a bunch of noobs I didn’t recognize made up the rest of the wind section. Lucius had taken a seat at a grand piano. Nesgirl and Splash had bells in their hands.

“How is everyone tonight?” Ophelia seemed right at home on stage in front of billions of people. I greeted the crowd and Ophelia said a few more things that made them jump up and down and scream. Then she turned around and nodded to ITM. He tapped out a count on his drumsticks and Genjyo and the Hyde look-alike busted out with some serious guitar awesomeness. The crowd was so into it and there was so much energy buzzing in the air. At that point, any fear I had left was completely gone and only the excitement remained. I couldn’t help but bounce around the stage, having fun with the audience. Ophelia and I rocked out at in full concert and it had to be the coolest ‘normal’ dream I have ever experienced. Ophelia joined Lucius on the piano at one point and the Hyde look-alike sang with me for a few songs.

*sigh* It makes me wish I had a nice voice in the waking world.

Lost Soul, this has been the most revved up dream I've read in a long time! I feel the ambient excitement of the concert, plus the lightshow. Tell me how many songs did you sing and dance to? The best part of it is the DV musical talent! Osoreoo

I lost count of all the songs we sang! We sang a few songs I didn’t know, but a lot that I did know. I remember singing songs by Evanescence, Gackt, Nirvana, Tori Amos, Within Temptation, and HIM (Ophelia sang a few of their songs). I also remember singing ‘Flower’, ‘Ibara no Namida’, and ‘Orenji no Taiyo’ and the Hyde look-alike sang with me! It seemed like a long concert because I remember the sun beginning to rise. I woke up before the finale (darn it). Everyone seemed to be having such a great time and the energy was wonderful. You and Hyde were having so much fun on those guitars.

I’m not sure if I can do this, but I’m going to try to dream that again, only this time to completion. I want to see how it ends.

After that, I want to see how it ends, too. That sounds like an awesome dream.

Holy Mother of S***!!!! How did you know??

I used to play the violin!

Awesome dream!


....I was obviously outside the concert hall keeping all the nightmare creatures out for you guys.