Thread: Cactusbin's magical journey of dreams

[there were things before but I don't remember them] I walked out of the convinience store, and sensed something wrong. I did the nose RC and was lucid. Greg Ervin and Michael Hawthorn were with me. I tried convincing them they were dreaming too. They called me crazy. Then I thought, "why do I care, they're just DCs!". I knew exactly what I wanted to do, explore. [big blank spot in my memory]. I walk down the steps to the wooden door, which I knew was the entrance to the cave.

We were stuck in the snowy region. It seemed like a neverending path of snow. We stopped at a mountain/hill to sleep. Our group was a bunch of parents and kids. After we woke up we kept walking. We decided to stop at an even steeper hill to sleep. The kids grouped together and this one kid said "Our parent's plan for survival sucks, we have to start our own group or we'll die!" So we started what we called the Kid's Club. We setup a tent with candles and hudled together in sleeping bags and went to sleep. I starting writing everything that had/is happening in a journal I had. The next morning we looked out and saw all the parents walking at the end of the path, with no snow! We ran to catch up with them. We we're done, finally! All of a sudden these huge thing popped up. It was a huge mecha with a hairy arm and a red eye. Suddenly the hairy arm dissapeared, the mecha laughing, explaining how the arm was invisible. One of the parents pulled out a rocket launcher and shot at it. The mecha screamed bloody murder. It was over.

A younger version of my (around 10 years old) five other people around the same age were trying to get to this island underground. My companions looked strikingly similar to Greg, Sarah, Sarah, Jake, and Patrick. We were in this huger underground catacomb with lots of lava. [I don't remember anything about getting through] We get through and end up at the Island. There's a big parade for us making it here. There's a large town with lots of buildings in this town, but there's no open spaces, the buildings just make a path. I am at my black haired friend's house (who I crossed with) and I'm talking to him about how I feel like I don't belong on this island, how I couldn't shake the feeling that I'm not supposed to be here. I tell him that I have to go back. He says that I must go where I feel needed. I comment that I won't be taking the underground route this time, and we share a laugh. I wake up the next morning ready to go back home. Suddenly I black out of something and all of the sudden I'm back home. My dream then fast forward about 6 years. My friends on the island come to visit me, we are all very noticably older. It's really dark outside. We're walking on a dirt path next to an ocean/lake They ask if I ever want to come back, I tell them that I can't. They ask me how I ended up getting back, and I confess that I don't actually know. I ask my dark haired friend if he remembers when I talked to him about leaving, he has no memory of it, telling me it was someone else. I ask everyone else in the group, no one remembers this event. I piece it together, I'm dreaming. But for some reason I ignore this revelation. They say they must leave now, and I watch them walk through the water back to the island.

There are a couple more I have written down, I just haven't typed them up yet.

I had a really vivid lucid yet again. I was outside on this patio like place. It was an ancient building and an ancient place. It had those funky Japanese style lanterns hanging on each corner of the wooden pavilion above me. All around me was lush green tress, plants, bushes, but no animals. I have no idea what triggered it, but I suddenly became lucid. As I walked around, enjoying this wonderfully vivid dream, a monkey started following me. This monkey had a top hat, a monocle, and a suit on, and it could talk. I asked it what it wanted from me, but he just shrugged my question off. The weirdest part about this dream was that no matter how hard I tried I couldn't fly. I tried jumping up, jumping off a tall building, everything. Normally I can fly easily, but in the dream it didn't seem to bother me too much.

I don't remember many details about this dream, but I will try to recount the few I do. I was in some foreign country, I assumed it was India because of the people that were there. I was on a dusty street market and everyone of the venders stared at me menacingly. One man seemed to know me though and motioned for me to come with him. He led me in this back room where there was this magical toy. I held it in my hands but he grabbed it away from me and took off. I was really confused by this, but his assistant told me that I must find the answer myself. He led me through this door and it led into a library. This library seemed to go on forever. There were scarcely any people in there though. This library seemed to be like seperate from the world, it wasn't in a dusty broken down tent, it was a well lit, clean library.

I was in some unknown building. It was a rather small building that wasn't very well lit. All I remember was finding my guitar on the ground and playing stairway to heaven perfectly (something I couldn't do at the time in RL) and Greg's friend scrutinizing me.