Thread: Why dream experience is fundamental and so very important

Originally Posted by OpheliaBlue

TOO senseless stuff >> fuck no

The senselessness of this senselessness is completely senseless. Too senseless for SB? Naaaah.

Originally Posted by gab

duggummit, no +likes in this sb place

Nooooooooo! I cannot live the lack of likes! This is fundamentally unfundamental!
*fixed

^ Not gonna lie, I clicked it. +1

I enjoy reading ,.......Frank DiMeglio's work , ....... he puts it in stright forward and simple language . Frank is not using quates from famous dead sciencetists to forward his ideas . He is an orginal thicker , ......which in todays world is good and refreashing . To promote New ideas ,........You must think 'Outside the Box' , .......and You have to risk ,......what other people will think .

Enjoy the Day , ......and change the World ,

"Moviesmd"

Lol, not really sure you know what straight forward and simple language is if you think that's what Frank's stuff is.

Do you want a better example of straight forward and simple language? How about this:

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I hope , .......... I made that , ............... clear for you , .................................................. .............................

Ah! No likes, no fun!
I also rushed to press Mismagious like button, as for a brief moment I thought it was fixed!...
So, I am gonna give my likes here!
+3: Spellbee2 for 378,388,391
+2: Sivason for 385, 397
+1: andrej101 for 402
+1: Moviesmd for posting post 404 and keeping his post count to 0!!!

I wonder if Frank is any relation to the Time Cube guy?

And if you somehow missed Time Cube, it's definitely worth googling. It was the most amazing website of all time... and omg I see it's actually still up.

I learned so much from Time Cube!

Time Cube! I remember that thread. Oh I think I have to say some other stuff to get my margins right. One more stuffffffffff.

Frank

Have you ever thought of making a Youtube about your work?

Originally Posted by EbbTide000

Frank

Have you ever thought of making a Youtube about your work?

Debra, please write a short fan fiction based on Frank that is set in Australia. That would be so cool. Maybe he could rescue a kangaroo, and teach it about half gravity, or something involving your own town.

Hi sivason

Originally Posted by sivason

Debra,

please write a short fan fiction based on Frank that is set in Australia. That would be so cool.

Maybe he could rescue a kangaroo, and teach it about half gravity, or something involving your own town.

But I don't understand half gravity .

On the other hand I have never flown in a dream. I have been on a flying platform, and an exact double of me danced into me and instantly, I was back in Australia from England.

Then there was that amazing dream where my bum stayed in my body, (in my bed) while my neck or torso painlessly streach, (in a dream) as I search Brisbane, Australia, for accommodation for my brother.

That dream or obe has always intrigued me. Because the Hari Krishna's say that advanced yogi's can stretch-out an arm and touch the moon. They can stretch out an arm to pick fruit of a tree on the otherside of the planet. It could be deep winter where they live but they can feast on tropical fruits.

In that intriguing dream my bum stayed grounded.

Anyway

Maybe I should tell "Our-Dreaming-Mind tonight to explain half gravity to me through a dream.

If I remember that dream, I'll post it here as a fanfic.

None of us understand half gravity either, and I am sure the kangaroo would not understand one word of it, but that would not stop Frank from telling the kangaroo all about it.

/me half-K.I.S.S.es the kangaroo

bye gab and assorted clowns. There are great and very important ideas in this thread. That is very clear. You know that, or you are an idiot....or is it both ? GAB, ACT MATURE, PROFESSIONAL, AND BE HONEST/TRUTHFUL.
As I said before gab, this forum is a joke. It is pathetic. gab, your COMPETENCY, HONESTY, AND credibility are seriously at issue here. YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THESE IDEAS ARE. GAB, YOU HAVE AN OBLIGATION TO ADVANCE THE UNDERSTANDING, NOT TO INSULT AND BELITTLE PEOPLE AND TO REDUCE OR MISREPRESENT THE UNDERSTANDING.
I did not read your warnings and other messages gab. Are you ok ? Really.

I AM NOT PARTICIPATING HERE AT ALL ANYMORE AS LONG AS GAB IS IN CHARGE.
SO, I WILL NOT BE PARTICIPATING HERE AT ALL ANYMORE. I END MY PARTICIPATION HERE AT DREAM VIEWS FORUM EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.

Author Frank Martin DiMeglio

Frank, this forum is all about advancing knowledge. But I can only advance what I know. And Lucid Dreaming is what I and other staff and members of this forum know. The only person who can advance YOUR knowledge is ONLY YOU, Frank. And this forum had provided a medium for it for you.

I'm sorry you didn't read the PMs I have sent you. And since you are questioning my integrity, I'm including first warning PM here for you and everybody else to see.

Spoiler for Warning PM:

You have received a warning at Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views.

Reason:
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Friednly warning for the future

Hi Frank,

so, it has come to this.

Your thread was moved from Extended Discussion to Senseless Banter. We have waited one year and gave you all this time and opportunity to start making sense. Everybody can have any idea he wishes and he is free to post it. But there has to be some kind of a discussion and interaction.

What you are doing is not that. You are copying and pasting pretty much same text over and over. Members had asked you questions, because they genuinely tried to understand and discuss with you. But it appears you never even read any of the replies, because you never really personally adress any of the questions we had asked.

If you explain something and people don't understand, you should use different words to describe. That's why our language has many different words for one thing. If you are not able to do that, I'm trully sorry, but your threads have no place in Extended DISCUSSION forum. And I'm very sorry for whatever reason it is that is preventing you from understanding our posts and questions and our position on all this.

And I'm sorry for our replies not being the most respectful ones. But you crossed the line when you called us all stupid and you keep ignoring all our posts and questions and well meant suggestions.

So I have to officially ask you not to start any new posts anywhere on the forum, if they are gonna be of the same nature as this thread in question. You are free to continue using the one existing thread you have right now. Staff will determine at our discretion what constitutes "same nature" of the new thread, should you make one.

I know you did have another thread like this, but I would have to check to see if it was locked or not. If not, please do not resurrect it, as it will violate this warning.

If we find that you are in violation despite of this friendly warning, we will have to start infracting you and that will most likely end with you being banned from this forum.

Best thing you could do, Frank, is to contact some science magazine or blog and publish your work there. Maybe some feedback from people who could understand your idea would help you move along with your project and give you some satisfaction. Because our forum is not able to do that for you. Again, I'm sorry.

Originally Posted by FrankDiMeglio

I AM NOT PARTICIPATING HERE AT ALL ANYMORE AS LONG AS GAB IS IN CHARGE.SO, I WILL NOT BE PARTICIPATING HERE AT ALL ANYMORE. I END MY PARTICIPATION HERE AT DREAM VIEWS FORUM EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.

Well then let's hope Gab stays in charge for a very long time. Bye Frank, and it is a true shame you refused to converse with us.

Excellent PM, BTW, Gab -- too bad Frank's computer/communication system/ brain only works in one direction, and he will never read it.

Originally Posted by FrankDiMeglio

I AM NOT PARTICIPATING HERE AT ALL ANYMORE AS LONG AS GAB IS IN CHARGE.
SO, I WILL NOT BE PARTICIPATING HERE AT ALL ANYMORE. I END MY PARTICIPATION HERE AT DREAM VIEWS FORUM EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.

Author Frank Martin DiMeglio

One Frozen reference deserves another.

Wait, I just realized this gif makes it seem like I'm sad he's leaving...

Assorted Clowns. I love that so much.

Also, it's convenient you are choosing to quit DV, Frank, because that post of yours I just read where you crapped on gab means DV just quit YOU. Bye bye now.

Oh, the drama in this thread!

Okay, so when the fanfic fair started, I started this very long Dimeglio fanfic. I wrote the prologue and the chapter with me. The goal was/is to make a chapter starring most of the people in this thread. I have Gab's and Sivason's chapter partly thought out but they aren't the next chapters. I was really in the writing mood when I did the prologue and my chapter so it went well, but then I had exams and I am no longer in the mood for writing just now. So I thought of not posting the two first chapters at all, it just feels awkward that I starred myself when the goal was to starr everyone else... But, now, I thought, why not, since I did it.

I know it will be too long for most of you, so I spoilered it per chapter and you can read only your own chapter when it comes out or whatever you want, don't need to read it at all . I will post the next chapters when I get to them:

PROLOGUE

Spoiler for Prologue:

He could smell the aroma in her thick black hair as she led him through the white hallways.

“You’ll see, Frank, you’ll get a lot of inspiration for your book in my lab.”

“No, Natasha, how many times must I tell you? I write history fiction, not sci-fi!”

Without warning, she stopped and his nose plunged below waves of black hair. She turned and held his head with both hands.

“Frank, you do not see. What we do here, it is not merely a revolution of science and human potential… We are simultaneously going to understand the source of religion, unlock the secret of the pyramids, and know why the past was full of mythology and impossible intelligence!”

An old man beside them applauded. Frank had a start. The man had only a few wisps of hair still standing sentinel on his scalp. His smile was warm.

“She is right. Mr. Dimeglio, have you ever heard of the astral? There are many references to it in the history of the Earth’s peoples: cities inhabited by higher beings, labyrinths of knowledgeable souls, the guides of hallucinatory experiences. It is through the astral that people acquired the knowledge… And the paranormal abilities necessary to build temples in the Andes that withstood earthquakes.”

Dimeglio rolled his eyes.

“Natasha, don’t worry, I will still love you if you believe in those fairy tales. Just don’t expect me to include any of this in my history fiction!”

She bit her lip as she often did.

“Okay, but please look at what we do here anyways!”

He followed her and the elderly man through the different labs. He politely listened to their extravagant explanations. Gravity, half-distance, the invisible source of vision, and full electromagnetism. Televisions. All he really paid attention to were her eyes which shimmered with excitement. Even if this was all BS, he didn’t mind that she did this with her life; it made her so happy… so sexy. But he didn’t like this old man’s excitement and he didn’t like that they spent so much time together in these solitary hallways. There was no chance that she was attracted to him… but his passion reflected hers and passion is stronger than looks. He frowned. And then, with open eyes, he opened his eyelids.

He was in his bed, at home. Natasha was gone. She had died years ago in a car crash. But he had seen her after, in a dream.

“Tell the world! Tell them about the fundamentals of dreaming… Tell them, Dimeglio. It is so important. I love you. Never stop telling them!” she had told him.

This old creepy man and she had been on to something in the Paranormal Astral Research Institute. But whatever it had been it had died with them, in a tragic car accident. He only remembered very little about what they had said. It had sounded so foolish. Equilibrium between waking and dreaming experience, growth, full-distance and physics. Televisions. The years had passed and he wrote a book about what he thought this all meant. It was controversial. But he did not write the book to be praised or to be disregarded as a lunatic. He wanted someone to correct him and send him in the right direction. He flooded the internets with the memories he had from the visit to the lab, only the theory.

Recently, he had been writing on a forum… Dreamviews. It was probably the place most likely to result in a discovery. So many intelligent people with experience in the dreamworld, in the half-distance. Some even claimed to have been in this place… the astral. And if someone could lead him there, maybe he would find Natasha…

He always sought the opinion of the administrators. Gab, Opheliablue. They were the bait. Having administrators in the discussion would attract the entire school of fish! All the community would stop what they were doing and would look at him. He would yell all he knew, and one of them would respond. One of them needed to know about this. These were the fundamentals, and they were revolutionary. Someone needed to know about this. Only a scientific approach would lead to the astral. If he strayed away from the physical approach and started to talk about the astral, all the lunatics who mislead themselves to believe they had been in the astral would come and give advice. And then, he would lose credit. His thread would not be about science, it would be about unfounded believes… That’s why he never answered any questions. He only needed Gab and Opheliablue, and then someone who knew what he was talking about, an expert, would come and solve the mystery.

Chapter 1 - Occipitalred

Spoiler for Chapter 1 - Occipitalred:

He sent another post on Dreamviews. Everyone was so immature. He wished he could block them all. Sageous… He was misleading himself, thinking he could find the truth in his posts. He didn’t need someone like Sageous trying to understand him. He needed someone who already knew. That’s why he didn’t answer him. Then, Snoop, Original Poster, Dthoughts, Dave36333, Sibyline, AstralMango, DeviantThinker, Descensus, DreamyBear, Cmind, Dutchraptor, GavinGill, Kadie, EbbTide000, Mismagius, Tiny, Spellbee2, Creation, Suvid, anderj101, acatalephobic, SearcherTMR and more... Some with the same delusions as Sageous, thinking they might solve the mystery, some were obviously mocking him. It was hard to accept. People were making the thread into a joke, and that had the same risk as astral believers joining the conversation. The thread was losing dignity, credit! Which expert would partake in such a conversation? He was fine with Gab and Opheliablue fooling around, they were the bait. But a Bingo card? Really? They made a bingo card of him! Turned him into a big joke, or a Saturday game played by women in their sixties! And Occipitalred, what a fool! He had sent him a friend request and a PM requesting a partnership to troll everyone! Who did he think he was? A troll? No, Dimeglio was no troll, he had a goal, a very serious goal. He made sure to write “This is very important!” before posting. He immediately edited the post to call out to any expert that would pass by. He closed his laptop and went to the kitchen. The coffee was done brewing. He poured himself a cup but the taste wasn’t bitter. It had a tinge of orange and tasted sweet like a fruit. Occipitalred. He could see a redpanda perched on a branch staring at his soul with its small black eyes. He drank another sip of the coffee. It was coffee again. He was waking up. That was good. As he finished his coffee, he skimmed through the newspaper.

Politics. The Canadian dollar was dropping.
Science. A new treatment for occipital neuralgia.
Local. A fire burns two houses down during the night.
There was a spark on the black and white images, and the ruined house disappeared below warm red flames. They danced before him. He felt a pulsation at the back of his head. Occipital neuralgia? He threw the newspaper away and walked to the television. He turned it on.

China. Red flag. Pandas chewing on bamboo. Giant pandas. Not red pandas. But still, he could see a red panda balancing on a bamboo grass and eating its way down. And then the eyes met. He turned the television off.

“You’re not going crazy Dimeglio. It’s only your intuition speaking. Listen to it.”

There was something, something with this Occipitalred that might be the key to the mystery. He went back to his laptop. He opened it and looked at Occipital’s profile. He went back to his oldest post and started reading each and every one of his posts. Two hours had passed. He closed his laptop.

“Hmm… I wonder just why I have been obsessing over Occipitalred, I have yet to find any hint to the astral in his posts.”

He left the house and climbed the hill where he had the habit to preach at the top of his lungs. His only audience were crickets and all they ever did was giving him criticizing chirps. They bothered him but the hill was sacred. It was where he had dreamed of Natasha after her death, and it was where he had started to become an expert lucid dreamer. He laid his head in the grass, closed his eyes and before the first cricket chirped the dream had formed.

He was in the Medieval Ages, in the dark ages of Europe. Tall brick walls stood on his left. Peasants walked along the dirt road busy with their daily tasks.

A weak man put a necklace with an amber stone before his nose. Dimeglio went to grab it but the vendor quickly hid it behind his back.

“You need to pay for it!”

The vendor’s eyes widened in surprise and he turned around. A red panda was sitting in the dirt, chewing at the amber stone.

“It tastes like a clover cake” he said with a boy’s voice.

Outraged the vendor called out to a guard. The guard grabbed the panda under his arm as if it had been a football and ran with it.

Dimeglio wondered what he could do with his lucid dream. But suddenly, he decided he wanted to catch up with the red panda. Maybe he could find out why he had been obsessing over Occipitalred all day. He rose from the ground and flew at the speed of light, he flew above the peasants. They threw themselves to the ground, grabbed onto their heads, perhaps afraid that they would fall off, and yelled the devil’s name. Dimeglio rapidly saw the guard holding the panda, its little paws held up, still chewing at the amber stone.

The guard climbed on a stage where a gibbet stood. A crowd of peasants and noblemen gathered up to witness the hanging.

“For thievery!”

The noose was wrapped around the little red panda’s neck. The guard tightened it and took a step back letting the body go.

Dimeglio held his breath and flew as fast as he could to the poor animal’s rescue. But the panda didn’t fall, its neck didn’t crack. The panda was floating. And before Dimeglio grabbed it in his hands, the rope burned to ashes. The panda grinned. Dimeglio held it like a baby, cradling its head. They landed in a royal garden.

“Thank you” the red panda said. “Could you be… my dream guide? You are the first dream character to ever fly in any of my dreams. You must be my dream guide.”

“What do you mean? This is my dream! I am Author Frank Martin Dimeglio and I am sleeping on the hill behind my house!”

“Dimeglio…? I am Occipitalred.” For an instant, the panda was a 21 year old lad. Then, he was a red panda again.

“Occipitalred… That cannot be. We are sharing a dream!”

Flaming arrows landed in the garden. Green became red. Red became black. Black became blue. He was staring at the sky, awake.

Dimeglio ran inside and opened his laptop. For the first time, he replied to one of Occipitalred’s private messages.

He waited and waited. There was a reply.

“Author Dimeglio, I had the same dream. -Occipitalred”

A tear rolled down Dimeglio’s cheek. He shared a dream. He must be close to uncovering the secrets of the astral. He must, he must. To celebrate, he ran back to the hill, filled his lungs with air and preached for another hour. Even the crickets knew something special had happened because they didn’t chirp. They listened.

I want to help finding Natasha : (

You're the next chapter, actually. I just need to start doing lots of University work. I am most creative when I am studying science .

Originally Posted by EbbTide000

Hi sivason

But I don't understand half gravity .

On the other hand I have never flown in a dream. I have been on a flying platform.And another time an exact double of me danced into me and instantly, I was back in Australia from England.

Then there was that amazing dream where my bum stayed in my body, (in my bed) while my neck or torso painlessly streached, (in a dream) as I searched Brisbane, Australia, for accommodation for my brother.

That dream or obe has always intrigued me. Because the Hari Krishna's say that advanced yogi's can stretch-out an arm and touch the moon. They can stretch out an arm to pick fruit of a tree on the otherside of the planet. It could be deep winter where they live but they can feast on tropical fruits.

In that intriguing dream my bum stayed grounded.

Anyway

Maybe I should tell "Our-Dreaming-Mind tonight to explain half gravity to me through a dream.

If I remember that dream, I'll post it here as a fanfic.

Ducks, I dreamed about ducks (???)

I asked for a dream about half gravity.

I woke three times but the dreams I woke from, too quickly evaporated before I could remember them. But I kinder growled at "Our-Dreaming-Mind" and then woke from a dream of ducks in a nice living room.

I never spoke to the 5 or more ducks and they never quacked back.

There was no duck poop. It was Quiet, clean and cosy.

At first I coulden't see what "Ducks" have to do with Frank and "half gravity" .

Then

as I was on the loo, the tune "cool and cosy, environmentally friendly" was chiming through my head. It's a jingle for ducted air conditioning. That reminded me of a very funny comercial where a couple of kids are playing and one says:

"We got ducts at our house".

The second boy imagins a a living room with cute little ducks in it. just like in my dream

"They're stuck to the ceiling"

The second boy imagins a cute little yellow duck sitting (upside down) on the ceiling ???

"And they blow-out cool air"

The second boy imagins a cute little yellow duckling, sitting on the ceiling, happily breathing and blowing out cool air. (Hahaha) I wish I could find the Youtube for you.

Any way

Our wonderful, wonderful Dreaming Mind is pionting too the problem being simply a confusion about words. Like air conditioning ducts and cute little ducks.

Dreams are wonderful (and you don't have to get lucid)

EbbTide, if we could, I would like your post. I liked that duck/duct analogy to this thread from Our-Dreaming-Mind!

Originally Posted by Occipitalred

PROLOGUE

Spoiler for Prologue:

He could smell the aroma in her thick black hair as she led him through the white hallways.

“You’ll see, Frank, you’ll get a lot of inspiration for your book in my lab.”

“No, Natasha, how many times must I tell you? I write history fiction, not sci-fi!”

Without warning, she stopped and his nose plunged below waves of black hair. She turned and held his head with both hands.

“Frank, you do not see. What we do here, it is not merely a revolution of science and human potential… We are simultaneously going to understand the source of religion, unlock the secret of the pyramids, and know why the past was full of mythology and impossible intelligence!”

An old man beside them applauded. Frank had a start. The man had only a few wisps of hair still standing sentinel on his scalp. His smile was warm.

“She is right. Mr. Dimeglio, have you ever heard of the astral? There are many references to it in the history of the Earth’s peoples: cities inhabited by higher beings, labyrinths of knowledgeable souls, the guides of hallucinatory experiences. It is through the astral that people acquired the knowledge… And the paranormal abilities necessary to build temples in the Andes that withstood earthquakes.”

Dimeglio rolled his eyes.

“Natasha, don’t worry, I will still love you if you believe in those fairy tales. Just don’t expect me to include any of this in my history fiction!”

She bit her lip as she often did.

“Okay, but please look at what we do here anyways!”

He followed her and the elderly man through the different labs. He politely listened to their extravagant explanations. Gravity, half-distance, the invisible source of vision, and full electromagnetism. Televisions. All he really paid attention to were her eyes which shimmered with excitement. Even if this was all BS, he didn’t mind that she did this with her life; it made her so happy… so sexy. But he didn’t like this old man’s excitement and he didn’t like that they spent so much time together in these solitary hallways. There was no chance that she was attracted to him… but his passion reflected hers and passion is stronger than looks. He frowned. And then, with open eyes, he opened his eyelids.

He was in his bed, at home. Natasha was gone. She had died years ago in a car crash. But he had seen her after, in a dream.

“Tell the world! Tell them about the fundamentals of dreaming… Tell them, Dimeglio. It is so important. I love you. Never stop telling them!” she had told him.

This old creepy man and she had been on to something in the Paranormal Astral Research Institute. But whatever it had been it had died with them, in a tragic car accident. He only remembered very little about what they had said. It had sounded so foolish. Equilibrium between waking and dreaming experience, growth, full-distance and physics. Televisions. The years had passed and he wrote a book about what he thought this all meant. It was controversial. But he did not write the book to be praised or to be disregarded as a lunatic. He wanted someone to correct him and send him in the right direction. He flooded the internets with the memories he had from the visit to the lab, only the theory.

Recently, he had been writing on a forum… Dreamviews. It was probably the place most likely to result in a discovery. So many intelligent people with experience in the dreamworld, in the half-distance. Some even claimed to have been in this place… the astral. And if someone could lead him there, maybe he would find Natasha…

He always sought the opinion of the administrators. Gab, Opheliablue. They were the bait. Having administrators in the discussion would attract the entire school of fish! All the community would stop what they were doing and would look at him. He would yell all he knew, and one of them would respond. One of them needed to know about this. These were the fundamentals, and they were revolutionary. Someone needed to know about this. Only a scientific approach would lead to the astral. If he strayed away from the physical approach and started to talk about the astral, all the lunatics who mislead themselves to believe they had been in the astral would come and give advice. And then, he would lose credit. His thread would not be about science, it would be about unfounded believes… That’s why he never answered any questions. He only needed Gab and Opheliablue, and then someone who knew what he was talking about, an expert, would come and solve the mystery.

Chapter 1 - Occipitalred

Spoiler for Chapter 1 - Occipitalred:

He sent another post on Dreamviews. Everyone was so immature. He wished he could block them all. Sageous… He was misleading himself, thinking he could find the truth in his posts. He didn’t need someone like Sageous trying to understand him. He needed someone who already knew. That’s why he didn’t answer him. Then, Snoop, Original Poster, Dthoughts, Dave36333, Sibyline, AstralMango, DeviantThinker, Descensus, DreamyBear, Cmind, Dutchraptor, GavinGill, Kadie, EbbTide000, Mismagius, Tiny, Spellbee2, Creation, Suvid, anderj101, acatalephobic, SearcherTMR and more... Some with the same delusions as Sageous, thinking they might solve the mystery, some were obviously mocking him. It was hard to accept. People were making the thread into a joke, and that had the same risk as astral believers joining the conversation. The thread was losing dignity, credit! Which expert would partake in such a conversation? He was fine with Gab and Opheliablue fooling around, they were the bait. But a Bingo card? Really? They made a bingo card of him! Turned him into a big joke, or a Saturday game played by women in their sixties! And Occipitalred, what a fool! He had sent him a friend request and a PM requesting a partnership to troll everyone! Who did he think he was? A troll? No, Dimeglio was no troll, he had a goal, a very serious goal. He made sure to write “This is very important!” before posting. He immediately edited the post to call out to any expert that would pass by. He closed his laptop and went to the kitchen. The coffee was done brewing. He poured himself a cup but the taste wasn’t bitter. It had a tinge of orange and tasted sweet like a fruit. Occipitalred. He could see a redpanda perched on a branch staring at his soul with its small black eyes. He drank another sip of the coffee. It was coffee again. He was waking up. That was good. As he finished his coffee, he skimmed through the newspaper.

Politics. The Canadian dollar was dropping.
Science. A new treatment for occipital neuralgia.
Local. A fire burns two houses down during the night.
There was a spark on the black and white images, and the ruined house disappeared below warm red flames. They danced before him. He felt a pulsation at the back of his head. Occipital neuralgia? He threw the newspaper away and walked to the television. He turned it on.

China. Red flag. Pandas chewing on bamboo. Giant pandas. Not red pandas. But still, he could see a red panda balancing on a bamboo grass and eating its way down. And then the eyes met. He turned the television off.

“You’re not going crazy Dimeglio. It’s only your intuition speaking. Listen to it.”

There was something, something with this Occipitalred that might be the key to the mystery. He went back to his laptop. He opened it and looked at Occipital’s profile. He went back to his oldest post and started reading each and every one of his posts. Two hours had passed. He closed his laptop.

“Hmm… I wonder just why I have been obsessing over Occipitalred, I have yet to find any hint to the astral in his posts.”

He left the house and climbed the hill where he had the habit to preach at the top of his lungs. His only audience were crickets and all they ever did was giving him criticizing chirps. They bothered him but the hill was sacred. It was where he had dreamed of Natasha after her death, and it was where he had started to become an expert lucid dreamer. He laid his head in the grass, closed his eyes and before the first cricket chirped the dream had formed.

He was in the Medieval Ages, in the dark ages of Europe. Tall brick walls stood on his left. Peasants walked along the dirt road busy with their daily tasks.

A weak man put a necklace with an amber stone before his nose. Dimeglio went to grab it but the vendor quickly hid it behind his back.

“You need to pay for it!”

The vendor’s eyes widened in surprise and he turned around. A red panda was sitting in the dirt, chewing at the amber stone.

“It tastes like a clover cake” he said with a boy’s voice.

Outraged the vendor called out to a guard. The guard grabbed the panda under his arm as if it had been a football and ran with it.

Dimeglio wondered what he could do with his lucid dream. But suddenly, he decided he wanted to catch up with the red panda. Maybe he could find out why he had been obsessing over Occipitalred all day. He rose from the ground and flew at the speed of light, he flew above the peasants. They threw themselves to the ground, grabbed onto their heads, perhaps afraid that they would fall off, and yelled the devil’s name. Dimeglio rapidly saw the guard holding the panda, its little paws held up, still chewing at the amber stone.

The guard climbed on a stage where a gibbet stood. A crowd of peasants and noblemen gathered up to witness the hanging.

“For thievery!”

The noose was wrapped around the little red panda’s neck. The guard tightened it and took a step back letting the body go.

Dimeglio held his breath and flew as fast as he could to the poor animal’s rescue. But the panda didn’t fall, its neck didn’t crack. The panda was floating. And before Dimeglio grabbed it in his hands, the rope burned to ashes. The panda grinned. Dimeglio held it like a baby, cradling its head. They landed in a royal garden.

“Thank you” the red panda said. “Could you be… my dream guide? You are the first dream character to ever fly in any of my dreams. You must be my dream guide.”

“What do you mean? This is my dream! I am Author Frank Martin Dimeglio and I am sleeping on the hill behind my house!”

“Dimeglio…? I am Occipitalred.” For an instant, the panda was a 21 year old lad. Then, he was a red panda again.

“Occipitalred… That cannot be. We are sharing a dream!”

Flaming arrows landed in the garden. Green became red. Red became black. Black became blue. He was staring at the sky, awake.

Dimeglio ran inside and opened his laptop. For the first time, he replied to one of Occipitalred’s private messages.

He waited and waited. There was a reply.

“Author Dimeglio, I had the same dream. -Occipitalred”

A tear rolled down Dimeglio’s cheek. He shared a dream. He must be close to uncovering the secrets of the astral. He must, he must. To celebrate, he ran back to the hill, filled his lungs with air and preached for another hour. Even the crickets knew something special had happened because they didn’t chirp. They listened.

Okay, here is my new chapter. Thank you for your post Gab, somehow it gave me enough inspiration to write this new chapter. It is by far my favorite. It was fun writing about you. The images in my mind were just amazing (maybe because of the music I was listening to) And this is only the first part of your chapters, Gab I'm off to bed, now!

Here it is:

Chapter 2 - Gab Part 1

Spoiler for Chapter 2 - Gab Part 2:

The elevator door opened. He stepped above the gap. The gap. It was so small, yet it made him feel so vulnerable. He felt drawn by this infinitely small space. His fingers wanted to crawl into them. He made a disgusted face at the thought of getting stuck in that gap. Gap. Gab. Gab, the administrator. He smiled. He walked along the white hall looking at the numbers on the doors. 223. 225. 227. 229. A gap, a hallway. A cat jumping from a fence to the moon. 231. 233. He slowed his pace. 225. Dr. Rawin. He knocked at the door.

Why had he waited so long before trying this? Since Natasha and the old man that worked with her in the Paranormal Astral Research Institute had died, he had never come back. He had written a book and vandalized the interwebs with Natasha’s explanations of the astral, making sure not to mention the astral lest he get the attention of the wrong people. He wanted competent scientists helping him. But he had never come back here, where there was the most chance to find someone who could explain what half-gravity and full-magnetism really meant.

The door opened and Dr. Rawin stood behind it wearing a brown shirt and a pale face.

“Author Dimeglio, I expected you… Three years ago. Today… Now. I didn’t expect you.” He stammered.

“I should have, I just never dared. Dr. Rawin, can we please make this fast. I just need you to explain the fundamentals of dreaming and quantum gravity and how it relates to the astral and the paranormal.”

Dr. Rawin chuclked warmly but then stopped. He became embarrassed and looked at his toes.

“Author Dimeglio… Well… Natasha and Dr. Johnson were misled. All their research was a dead-end. After the tragedy, the lab has stopped exploring their eccentric philosophy. Instead, well… You know how there is matter and energy. Well, we are postulating there is another type of stuff, another type of energy you might say. We call it myst. Matter. Energy. And Myst.”

Author Dimeglio was speechless. He felt anger and disappointment.

After his shared dream with Occipitalred, he had a long PM conversation with him about what could have caused the dream sharing. Occipitalred kept telling him to talk to Sageous about it, and further explore his theory of thought energy, a completely different type of energy than the one known by scientists. Dimeglio had told him that this was ridiculous, that the truth was held in quantum gravity, not thought energy. But Occipitalred was convinced; he had been converted to Sageous’ foreign ideology. And that made him useless. He did not follow Occipitalred’s suggestion. Instead he put forth the intention to meet up with Gab in a shared dream. Again, the plot was that if he proved dream sharing to Gab, he would get recognition from the whole lucid dream community. He read Gab’s posts for two hours, just to get a better connection to her. Waiting for the night to come, he decided to come to the lab he had avoided for so long. And all that effort just to be directed to thought energy again? Myst? That was ridiculous.

“You are making a mistake Dr. Rawin! Natasha was smart and she knew exactly what she was doing! You will never find the astral by straying off her path!” He turned away and left without saying bye.

He didn’t here Dr. Rawin’s last words. Oddly, they sounded like a meow. Gab. A black cat yawning. Within its mouth lined with sharp teeth was a blue sky with planets of all sizes, some with dust rings. And the yellow eyes, they were two bright stars. The two headlights of his parked car. He had forgotten to turn them off. It was late. He drove home and climbed the hill. The crickets were chirping with excitement. He lied down and closed his eyes. Gab. Gab. Gab. He repeated the name almost religiously.

“Gab!” said a tall man.

“Gab!” repeated a thousand hands trying to touch a dark blue sky.

Dimeglio had entered the dream. And he was lucid. He was surrounded by a cult. Naked women, men and children all kneeled on the dirt. Their hands were dusting the ground now, as if searching for the fossils of an extinct dinosaur. The tall man standing before all of them was dancing in the shadow of a giant cat statue. Gab!

Dimeglio stood in the sea of skin. “Gab” he screamed at the statue. “It’s me, Dimeglio!”

He ran towards the immobile statue. Wood. Painted black. The cultists looked up at him and the tall man stopped dancing. Dimeglio reached the statue and started touching the neck. There was no warmth. No life. The tall man approached Dimeglio and touched him on the shoulder.

“That’s not Gab. I know you love her as much as we do. But that’s just a statue. Gab is below.”

Dimeglio turned around. The dream was different. The people had dug far within the bare earth. Now they were dusting off the giant skeleton of what must have been… a cat. A giant one.

The bones held together and the beast that had slept woke. The skeleton stood high and proud.

“Gab!” they all whispered. Then they shout it. Dimeglio shout it with them. He lost lucidity. He was in awe. This was god. This was the creator of the whole world. The weaver who had weaved the skin of the earth people and that had braided their hair. “Gab!”

The cat skeleton laughed. It shrank into a dress of bones, worn by a beautiful woman. Gab, the goddess. The bones of her white dress shined in the moonlight.

“Gab! Our weaver!” they shouted.

Gab laughed, obviously amused by the dream. Then, she saw the cat effigy. She flew and mounted the giant statue. Everyone was silent. She was to their eyes what water is to their mouth. Dimeglio who was touching the cat’s neck felt the warm, the life. The cat was alive. It bounded over the mass of naked worshipers and ran into the horizon.

Only a god could do this. She had given life to dead wood. Dead wood painted black. She controlled the world. In a second, she was gone.

Something in the back of Dimeglio’s head reminded him that he needed to talk to her. It was the only reason he lived in this world.

“Gab, my weaver, like we have found you amongst the dead, I will find you amongst the living” he plighted with a loud voice. And everyone’s shimmering eyes said they would follow him, they would find their goddess together and worship her until they died.

Originally Posted by EbbTide000

Our wonderful, wonderful Dreaming Mind is pionting too the problem being simply a confusion about words. Like air conditioning ducts and cute little ducks.

Dreams are wonderful (and you don't have to get lucid)

That is so true, Debra! I love my dreaming mind and my subC. It always takes good care of me in my dreams, and provides entertainment. Thank you for your post!

Originally Posted by Occipitalred

Okay, here is my new chapter. Thank you for your post Gab, somehow it gave me enough inspiration to write this new chapter. It is by far my favorite. It was fun writing about you. The images in my mind were just amazing (maybe because of the music I was listening to) And this is only the first part of your chapters, Gab I'm off to bed, now!

I have enjoyed your previous chapters. And this last one is also awesome.

Nao, bring me my nekked worshipers. : D

So, I lied. I didn't go to bed when I said. I had to finish Gab's dream! here it comes.
Oh, and I noticed you changed your title The only other thing I could wish is for Dimeglio to really be who I make him out to be.

Previous Chapters

Spoiler for Previous Chapters:

PROLOGUE

Spoiler for Prologue:

He could smell the aroma in her thick black hair as she led him through the white hallways.

“You’ll see, Frank, you’ll get a lot of inspiration for your book in my lab.”

“No, Natasha, how many times must I tell you? I write history fiction, not sci-fi!”

Without warning, she stopped and his nose plunged below waves of black hair. She turned and held his head with both hands.

“Frank, you do not see. What we do here, it is not merely a revolution of science and human potential… We are simultaneously going to understand the source of religion, unlock the secret of the pyramids, and know why the past was full of mythology and impossible intelligence!”

An old man beside them applauded. Frank had a start. The man had only a few wisps of hair still standing sentinel on his scalp. His smile was warm.

“She is right. Mr. Dimeglio, have you ever heard of the astral? There are many references to it in the history of the Earth’s peoples: cities inhabited by higher beings, labyrinths of knowledgeable souls, the guides of hallucinatory experiences. It is through the astral that people acquired the knowledge… And the paranormal abilities necessary to build temples in the Andes that withstood earthquakes.”

Dimeglio rolled his eyes.

“Natasha, don’t worry, I will still love you if you believe in those fairy tales. Just don’t expect me to include any of this in my history fiction!”

She bit her lip as she often did.

“Okay, but please look at what we do here anyways!”

He followed her and the elderly man through the different labs. He politely listened to their extravagant explanations. Gravity, half-distance, the invisible source of vision, and full electromagnetism. Televisions. All he really paid attention to were her eyes which shimmered with excitement. Even if this was all BS, he didn’t mind that she did this with her life; it made her so happy… so sexy. But he didn’t like this old man’s excitement and he didn’t like that they spent so much time together in these solitary hallways. There was no chance that she was attracted to him… but his passion reflected hers and passion is stronger than looks. He frowned. And then, with open eyes, he opened his eyelids.

He was in his bed, at home. Natasha was gone. She had died years ago in a car crash. But he had seen her after, in a dream.

“Tell the world! Tell them about the fundamentals of dreaming… Tell them, Dimeglio. It is so important. I love you. Never stop telling them!” she had told him.

This old creepy man and she had been on to something in the Paranormal Astral Research Institute. But whatever it had been it had died with them, in a tragic car accident. He only remembered very little about what they had said. It had sounded so foolish. Equilibrium between waking and dreaming experience, growth, full-distance and physics. Televisions. The years had passed and he wrote a book about what he thought this all meant. It was controversial. But he did not write the book to be praised or to be disregarded as a lunatic. He wanted someone to correct him and send him in the right direction. He flooded the internets with the memories he had from the visit to the lab, only the theory.

Recently, he had been writing on a forum… Dreamviews. It was probably the place most likely to result in a discovery. So many intelligent people with experience in the dreamworld, in the half-distance. Some even claimed to have been in this place… the astral. And if someone could lead him there, maybe he would find Natasha…

He always sought the opinion of the administrators. Gab, Opheliablue. They were the bait. Having administrators in the discussion would attract the entire school of fish! All the community would stop what they were doing and would look at him. He would yell all he knew, and one of them would respond. One of them needed to know about this. These were the fundamentals, and they were revolutionary. Someone needed to know about this. Only a scientific approach would lead to the astral. If he strayed away from the physical approach and started to talk about the astral, all the lunatics who mislead themselves to believe they had been in the astral would come and give advice. And then, he would lose credit. His thread would not be about science, it would be about unfounded believes… That’s why he never answered any questions. He only needed Gab and Opheliablue, and then someone who knew what he was talking about, an expert, would come and solve the mystery.

Chapter 1 - Occipitalred

Spoiler for Chapter 1 - Occipitalred:

He sent another post on Dreamviews. Everyone was so immature. He wished he could block them all. Sageous… He was misleading himself, thinking he could find the truth in his posts. He didn’t need someone like Sageous trying to understand him. He needed someone who already knew. That’s why he didn’t answer him. Then, Snoop, Original Poster, Dthoughts, Dave36333, Sibyline, AstralMango, DeviantThinker, Descensus, DreamyBear, Cmind, Dutchraptor, GavinGill, Kadie, EbbTide000, Mismagius, Tiny, Spellbee2, Creation, Suvid, anderj101, acatalephobic, SearcherTMR and more... Some with the same delusions as Sageous, thinking they might solve the mystery, some were obviously mocking him. It was hard to accept. People were making the thread into a joke, and that had the same risk as astral believers joining the conversation. The thread was losing dignity, credit! Which expert would partake in such a conversation? He was fine with Gab and Opheliablue fooling around, they were the bait. But a Bingo card? Really? They made a bingo card of him! Turned him into a big joke, or a Saturday game played by women in their sixties! And Occipitalred, what a fool! He had sent him a friend request and a PM requesting a partnership to troll everyone! Who did he think he was? A troll? No, Dimeglio was no troll, he had a goal, a very serious goal. He made sure to write “This is very important!” before posting. He immediately edited the post to call out to any expert that would pass by. He closed his laptop and went to the kitchen. The coffee was done brewing. He poured himself a cup but the taste wasn’t bitter. It had a tinge of orange and tasted sweet like a fruit. Occipitalred. He could see a redpanda perched on a branch staring at his soul with its small black eyes. He drank another sip of the coffee. It was coffee again. He was waking up. That was good. As he finished his coffee, he skimmed through the newspaper.

Politics. The Canadian dollar was dropping.
Science. A new treatment for occipital neuralgia.
Local. A fire burns two houses down during the night.
There was a spark on the black and white images, and the ruined house disappeared below warm red flames. They danced before him. He felt a pulsation at the back of his head. Occipital neuralgia? He threw the newspaper away and walked to the television. He turned it on.

China. Red flag. Pandas chewing on bamboo. Giant pandas. Not red pandas. But still, he could see a red panda balancing on a bamboo grass and eating its way down. And then the eyes met. He turned the television off.

“You’re not going crazy Dimeglio. It’s only your intuition speaking. Listen to it.”

There was something, something with this Occipitalred that might be the key to the mystery. He went back to his laptop. He opened it and looked at Occipital’s profile. He went back to his oldest post and started reading each and every one of his posts. Two hours had passed. He closed his laptop.

“Hmm… I wonder just why I have been obsessing over Occipitalred, I have yet to find any hint to the astral in his posts.”

He left the house and climbed the hill where he had the habit to preach at the top of his lungs. His only audience were crickets and all they ever did was giving him criticizing chirps. They bothered him but the hill was sacred. It was where he had dreamed of Natasha after her death, and it was where he had started to become an expert lucid dreamer. He laid his head in the grass, closed his eyes and before the first cricket chirped the dream had formed.

He was in the Medieval Ages, in the dark ages of Europe. Tall brick walls stood on his left. Peasants walked along the dirt road busy with their daily tasks.

A weak man put a necklace with an amber stone before his nose. Dimeglio went to grab it but the vendor quickly hid it behind his back.

“You need to pay for it!”

The vendor’s eyes widened in surprise and he turned around. A red panda was sitting in the dirt, chewing at the amber stone.

“It tastes like a clover cake” he said with a boy’s voice.

Outraged the vendor called out to a guard. The guard grabbed the panda under his arm as if it had been a football and ran with it.

Dimeglio wondered what he could do with his lucid dream. But suddenly, he decided he wanted to catch up with the red panda. Maybe he could find out why he had been obsessing over Occipitalred all day. He rose from the ground and flew at the speed of light, he flew above the peasants. They threw themselves to the ground, grabbed onto their heads, perhaps afraid that they would fall off, and yelled the devil’s name. Dimeglio rapidly saw the guard holding the panda, its little paws held up, still chewing at the amber stone.

The guard climbed on a stage where a gibbet stood. A crowd of peasants and noblemen gathered up to witness the hanging.

“For thievery!”

The noose was wrapped around the little red panda’s neck. The guard tightened it and took a step back letting the body go.

Dimeglio held his breath and flew as fast as he could to the poor animal’s rescue. But the panda didn’t fall, its neck didn’t crack. The panda was floating. And before Dimeglio grabbed it in his hands, the rope burned to ashes. The panda grinned. Dimeglio held it like a baby, cradling its head. They landed in a royal garden.

“Thank you” the red panda said. “Could you be… my dream guide? You are the first dream character to ever fly in any of my dreams. You must be my dream guide.”

“What do you mean? This is my dream! I am Author Frank Martin Dimeglio and I am sleeping on the hill behind my house!”

“Dimeglio…? I am Occipitalred.” For an instant, the panda was a 21 year old lad. Then, he was a red panda again.

“Occipitalred… That cannot be. We are sharing a dream!”

Flaming arrows landed in the garden. Green became red. Red became black. Black became blue. He was staring at the sky, awake.

Dimeglio ran inside and opened his laptop. For the first time, he replied to one of Occipitalred’s private messages.

He waited and waited. There was a reply.

“Author Dimeglio, I had the same dream. -Occipitalred”

A tear rolled down Dimeglio’s cheek. He shared a dream. He must be close to uncovering the secrets of the astral. He must, he must. To celebrate, he ran back to the hill, filled his lungs with air and preached for another hour. Even the crickets knew something special had happened because they didn’t chirp. They listened.

Chapter 2 - Gab Part 1

Spoiler for Chapter 2 - Gab Part 2:

The elevator door opened. He stepped above the gap. The gap. It was so small, yet it made him feel so vulnerable. He felt drawn by this infinitely small space. His fingers wanted to crawl into them. He made a disgusted face at the thought of getting stuck in that gap. Gap. Gab. Gab, the administrator. He smiled. He walked along the white hall looking at the numbers on the doors. 223. 225. 227. 229. A gap, a hallway. A cat jumping from a fence to the moon. 231. 233. He slowed his pace. 225. Dr. Rawin. He knocked at the door.

Why had he waited so long before trying this? Since Natasha and the old man that worked with her in the Paranormal Astral Research Institute had died, he had never come back. He had written a book and vandalized the interwebs with Natasha’s explanations of the astral, making sure not to mention the astral lest he get the attention of the wrong people. He wanted competent scientists helping him. But he had never come back here, where there was the most chance to find someone who could explain what half-gravity and full-magnetism really meant.

The door opened and Dr. Rawin stood behind it wearing a brown shirt and a pale face.

“Author Dimeglio, I expected you… Three years ago. Today… Now. I didn’t expect you.” He stammered.

“I should have, I just never dared. Dr. Rawin, can we please make this fast. I just need you to explain the fundamentals of dreaming and quantum gravity and how it relates to the astral and the paranormal.”

Dr. Rawin chuclked warmly but then stopped. He became embarrassed and looked at his toes.

“Author Dimeglio… Well… Natasha and Dr. Johnson were misled. All their research was a dead-end. After the tragedy, the lab has stopped exploring their eccentric philosophy. Instead, well… You know how there is matter and energy. Well, we are postulating there is another type of stuff, another type of energy you might say. We call it myst. Matter. Energy. And Myst.”

Author Dimeglio was speechless. He felt anger and disappointment.

After his shared dream with Occipitalred, he had a long PM conversation with him about what could have caused the dream sharing. Occipitalred kept telling him to talk to Sageous about it, and further explore his theory of thought energy, a completely different type of energy than the one known by scientists. Dimeglio had told him that this was ridiculous, that the truth was held in quantum gravity, not thought energy. But Occipitalred was convinced; he had been converted to Sageous’ foreign ideology. And that made him useless. He did not follow Occipitalred’s suggestion. Instead he put forth the intention to meet up with Gab in a shared dream. Again, the plot was that if he proved dream sharing to Gab, he would get recognition from the whole lucid dream community. He read Gab’s posts for two hours, just to get a better connection to her. Waiting for the night to come, he decided to come to the lab he had avoided for so long. And all that effort just to be directed to thought energy again? Myst? That was ridiculous.

“You are making a mistake Dr. Rawin! Natasha was smart and she knew exactly what she was doing! You will never find the astral by straying off her path!” He turned away and left without saying bye.

He didn’t here Dr. Rawin’s last words. Oddly, they sounded like a meow. Gab. A black cat yawning. Within its mouth lined with sharp teeth was a blue sky with planets of all sizes, some with dust rings. And the yellow eyes, they were two bright stars. The two headlights of his parked car. He had forgotten to turn them off. It was late. He drove home and climbed the hill. The crickets were chirping with excitement. He lied down and closed his eyes. Gab. Gab. Gab. He repeated the name almost religiously.

“Gab!” said a tall man.

“Gab!” repeated a thousand hands trying to touch a dark blue sky.

Dimeglio had entered the dream. And he was lucid. He was surrounded by a cult. Naked women, men and children all kneeled on the dirt. Their hands were dusting the ground now, as if searching for the fossils of an extinct dinosaur. The tall man standing before all of them was dancing in the shadow of a giant cat statue. Gab!

Dimeglio stood in the sea of skin. “Gab” he screamed at the statue. “It’s me, Dimeglio!”

He ran towards the immobile statue. Wood. Painted black. The cultists looked up at him and the tall man stopped dancing. Dimeglio reached the statue and started touching the neck. There was no warmth. No life. The tall man approached Dimeglio and touched him on the shoulder.

“That’s not Gab. I know you love her as much as we do. But that’s just a statue. Gab is below.”

Dimeglio turned around. The dream was different. The people had dug far within the bare earth. Now they were dusting off the giant skeleton of what must have been… a cat. A giant one.

The bones held together and the beast that had slept woke. The skeleton stood high and proud.

“Gab!” they all whispered. Then they shout it. Dimeglio shout it with them. He lost lucidity. He was in awe. This was god. This was the creator of the whole world. The weaver who had weaved the skin of the earth people and that had braided their hair. “Gab!”

The cat skeleton laughed. It shrank into a dress of bones, worn by a beautiful woman. Gab, the goddess. The bones of her white dress shined in the moonlight.

“Gab! Our weaver!” they shouted.

Gab laughed, obviously amused by the dream. Then, she saw the cat effigy. She flew and mounted the giant statue. Everyone was silent. She was to their eyes what water is to their mouth. Dimeglio who was touching the cat’s neck felt the warm, the life. The cat was alive. It bounded over the mass of naked worshipers and ran into the horizon.

Only a god could do this. She had given life to dead wood. Dead wood painted black. She controlled the world. In a second, she was gone.

Something in the back of Dimeglio’s head reminded him that he needed to talk to her. It was the only reason he lived in this world.

“Gab, my weaver, like we have found you amongst the dead, I will find you amongst the living” he plighted with a loud voice. And everyone’s shimmering eyes said they would follow him, they would find their goddess together and worship her until they died.

Chapter 3 - Gab Part 2

Spoiler for Chapter 3 - Gab Part 2:

He walked in front. His bare feet kissed the rough earth in turn. Sweat rolled down his back. The naked worshipers followed.

“There is something about you, Dimeglio” the tall man walking beside him said. “There is more life in you than in us. It’s like you’re half a god yourself.”

“Foolish man” Dimeglio said amiably. “There is only one goddess, and it’s Gab. We both saw her fly! I saw a cat statue bare of life. Then I saw her mount it and it was no longer dead. It was a real creature with real blood flowing through its real veins. She wove our skin, she braided our hair, she sharpened our nails, and she breathed the breath of life through our nostrils.”

“Yes, Dimeglio, she did all of those things. I do not deny that she is the goddess creator. What I am saying is that you are not like us. We follow you because where you walk the world exists and beyond it is nothing. The worshippers claim that anyone who strays too far away from you vanishes. They are never seen again.”

Dimeglio did not like the sound of that. He stopped and everyone with him.

“People have gone missing? We should go back looking for them.”

“No, Dimeglio. Before you came out of the crowd last night, screaming Gab’s name and touching the statue’s neck, we did not exist. No one has any memory before that time. The world only exists where you exist, Dimeglio. We can only find Gab if you find Gab. If Gab weaved our skin, you witness it, you give it existence, meaning, concreteness.”

The man turned to the crowd and shouted “Gab the weaver, Dimeglio the witness!”

They shouted back “Gab! Dimeglio! Gab! Gab! Gab!”

Dimeglio felt full. He felt alive. This was his people. A people handed to him by Gab the weaver. He would lead them back to her safely.

“We will continue, then. Just tell everyone not to stray away from the group.”

The tall man nodded and left.

The march was strange. One instant it was day, the other it was night. It felt like they walked for months. He had many memories. A little girl asked to touch his hair. A man died from the wounds he received in a fight. A woman strayed too far from the group into non-existence. But he felt like he could only remember two minutes worth of those memories. They passed mountains with different names. Days, seconds. Soon, the narrow valley opened up to a great city made of metal and glass. The towers pierced the clouds and reflected the sky’s blue hues.
“Nao, bring me my nekked worshipers!” an inebriating voice shouted to nobody in particular, as if commending the dream.

“Gab!” The people shouted. Beside her giant black cat, she stood in her dress of white bones. She was waiting in the middle of a field. The city gates started opening. “Gab!”

Dimeglio ran to her. His people followed. Gab turned around revealing a beautiful longsword made of white steel. There was an amber stone in the ebony hilt that shone in the moonlight and lit up her grin. On one side of Gab, there was an army flowing out the gates of the city weapons in hand, on the other side, there was an equivalent mass of people flowing out the valley with their faith as their only garment. Gab turned towards the army; she had in mind to take over the city. Was a goddess stronger than an army? It didn’t matter. His people and he would fight with their bare hands on her side. The two waves hit her at the same time. Metal armors crashed against naked skin. Soon, both fabrics were stained with sparkly blood. Dimeglio fought beside Gab. She yielded her sword powerfully; each hit sent her enemies flying. Sometimes, she would even take a 2x4 triangular stick and hit someone behind her without even looking. The warriors were killing more of his people, but his people were fierce. Their fingers found any weakness in the armor and dug.

Dimeglio did not do that. The tall man was right. Dimeglio was more than them. He was the witness. No sword could pierce his skin. His skin made steal shatter like glass. Any man he stroke joined the other peaceful corpses. The power. The intensity of the battle. It was reminding him something, something about his true identity, about his past. He couldn’t quite remember.

“Damn, nekked people! You’re all dying on me!” shouted the weaver cutting at the enemy as if poking a crochet in a yarn ball. She was right. All the worshippers were lying on the ground, in the eternal sleep. Even the giant cat which had been swatting at the warriors like flies was down. It was just Dimeglio and his goddess fighting an entire army... But they were no match for them! The whole scene must have looked like an implosion to the moon.

“You should die, nekked man” Gab said in the middle of parrying a strike.

Dimeglio was confused. He stopped fighting and looked at her. Why would she say that?

“Have faith, nekked man. Die. And you shall live” She teared the seams of a man with her sword and his limbs fell to the ground.

Dimeglio was speechless. A part of him said “You are the witness. Without you there is no world. Everything will cease to exist. You will cease to exist!” The other said “This is the weaver. She is your goddess. She knows all, better. Have faith!” A sword pierced his chest right where the heart is. He did not expect it. He looked at the man who did it. He wore a helmet made of titanium, smooth like a motorcyclists’. Another sword hit his spine. The pain crossed his body. But he was not dying. He was the witness. He couldn’t die unless he chose to. He had to choose to die. To have faith. Dimeglio died. His blood seeped out, like apples falling from their branch in ripe season. He saw Gab jump off from a man’s head, flip in the air and disarm a strong burly warrior as she landed. Then, he was no longer in his body. He was the river of blood; he was the giant cat’s corpse, the water particles in the air. He was the bright moon, the witness.

From there, he could see Gab fighting the army alone. Then, she raised her hands and everyone within three meters of her was sent flying backwards.

“Nekked people! You have sacrificed yourself to me. In return, I give you your life back. You are resurrected from the dead and may the zombie apocalypse begin!”

The naked worshipers rose, whole or not. Swords had no power over them. They bit the warriors who turned against their own kind. It was no longer a war. It was a feast for zombies. Dimeglio was in his body again. He rose. He wanted flesh. “For Gab!” he shouted.

The tables had turned and everyone was progressing towards the gates, following Gab on her giant cat zombie. As they entered the city and hell broke loose, Gab admired the city and said “I have the bonus task for March completed!”

Enlightenment! Dimeglio gained lucidity. Gab was no goddess. He was sharing a dream with her.

“Gab! I am Dimeglio! Author Frank Martin Dimeglio!”

Gab stopped smiling. She looked at him confused. The moon lit up. Dimeglio woke up on the hill. He was awake again. The weaver and the witness were gone. The naked people were gone. The zombies were gone. It felt sad. But the excitement was stronger. He ran back home, opened his laptop and announced in a public thread the dream he shared with Gab. He explained the fundamentals of quantum gravity and made sure to mention that this was all very important. He published the thread. Then, he edited making sure to ask for a comment from Gab.

He waited and waited. He refreshed the page over and over. He kept looking at who was connected. When Gab’s reply appeared, his heart skipped a beat. She claimed to have shared the same dream. Then hell broke loose on the forum like it had on the war field. Everyone was commenting, mocking him, thinking that Gab was being sarcastic and was playing with him. But Gab kept commenting that she was being dead serious. Occipitalred joined the discussion and confessed having shared a dream with him too. He made their private discussion public. People still needed an explanation for his weird behaviour. He had gone too far not to answer. He told them about Natasha, about her research, about her death, about how they had seen each other after she died, and about how he did not understand half-gravity and all that scientific jargon, that he just wanted someone to use it to tell him how to find the astral, whatever that was.

It was done. Dimeglio was the new hero on Dreamviews. But obviously, there was doubt.

The dares sprouted like dandelion. People wanted Dimeglio to share dreams with them to prove it.

What a waste of time! It made Dimeglio furious. But something gave him hope again, and the strength to maintain his temper. The weaver had spoken: “I want to help finding Natasha : ( ”