Vortexes and Wormholes

Vortexes. Tornadoes. There is something very powerful about creating these in the Dream Dimension.

It's interesting that my first lucid dream task I completed on DV was creating tornadoes.

I do not fully understand this phenomenon, but I do know that they lead to portals when horizontal, usually.

Tornadoes moving over the ground have the ability to trap enemies within them. I surmise that creating a tornado around yourself will create a barrier.

Wormholes

Wormholes are tubes that link dimensions. We go through these whenever we go through a portal, a mirror, a door into another world. Often we are in the wormhole for such a short time we don't even realize its existence.
The rabbit hole Alice went through was a wormhole.
The birth canal is a physical wormhole. You go from one world of darkness, warmth, and weightlessness, to one of greatly varying physical stimuli.

The Juargawn Chronicles

I am posting my DJ on this other blog: The Juargawn Chronicles.

www.juargawnchronicles.blogspot.com

Dream Goals for Tonight

Do Dream Healing on my sister

Tell the Greys to release my DC's and kick their ass if they say no

Grab MoSh with Raven Knight, and go to a Star Trek world

DJ entry: The Paradox

I have not finished writing this entry yet, but I will post it once I am done.

Advanced Dream Skill: Doing Nothing

Usually when we first become lucid, we think of where we want to go, and what we want to do, right?

Have you ever thought of doing nothing, and letting the dream just happen around you.

Challenge yourself. How long do you think you can stay in one place in dream, and just look around?

Imagine yourself on a mountain side, in a field of wildflowers, for example. Just sit that meadow, and look around. Feel the sun and the wind, and smell the scents. Listen to the birds and insects.

This will increase stability and dream length. It will also make you peaceful, which will give you greater control, and recall.

Advanced Dream skill: Trance Recall

Trance Recall means going into a trance while writing your dream journal.

It is a skill I have developed subconsciously, but you can do consciously. Here is a guide on how to do trance recall.

1) Contact your dream guide in dreams, and you spirit guides.

2) Learn to meditate.

3) When you write your DJ, meditate and ask your dream guide to speak through you.

4) Allow whatever comes out to flow on to the page. Release judgments from your mind. Just write.

5) Write in as much detail as you can, and as often as you can. Write in your dream journal every day.

DJ entry: Juargawn Chronicles

Start Spreadin' The News
I was a lion-man. I bounded out of my bedroom, through the wall into the street, where my spaceshp, Future's Hope was waiting there for me. I waltzed up to the ship. A gecko-man in a tux crooned,"Start spreadin' the news!"
I had on a black cape, a black top hat, and a cane. I walked on the beat to the ship. BA-BADA-BA-BA! I tipped my hat, and bowed to the gecko-man, I made balloons and confetti fall on him. "I'm leaving New York!" BA BADA BA BA!
I spun around once, then halfway. I pointed at him. A trap door opened above his head, and gold coins poured out. When the coins stopped, he was wearing a black afro wig, large sunglasses, a deerskin vest with hippie buttons on and black bellbottoms that changed to lavender
"I want to be a part of it!" The gecko stopped singing. A dark slow heavy bass almost subsonic made the entire ship vibrate. Dark. Dirty. Devilish. "DUBSTEP!" I roared. "Dubstep, dubstep, dubstep, my voice echoed. " There was a total 1/4 rest beat, "ROCKS!" a voice snarled. "DUBSTEP ROCKS," said a voice like the Devil, and I saw a screen with the Devil dancing on it. He was running, cartwheeling, somersaulting and flipping to the left. He popped and did breakdacing. And a bassy drumbeat with the slightest hint of a melody dropped. "DUBSTEP RAHKS!" the voice was throaty and deep, someone was throat singing, and "RAHKS" was mixed in with a jaguar's roar.
"I want to be a part of it," sang the gecko, and his voice was mixing into the song. I sat down in the pilot's chair, amazed.
An engertic soulful female's voice that sounded like she must be the lead singer in a hot funk band, sang wordlessly. It sounded gorgeous.
Pretty colored lights under silver moved about the ship.
"Take me to the moon, bitch!" got mixed in, and it sounded like Dave Chappelle's rap character from Half-Baked.

DJ Mo'o
The gecko rose out of the floor, all silvery, spinning turntables and bobbing his head. He became full of color. Every time he added a phrase in, he would add a new track to the song, a loop that was based on the rhythym and lilt of the phrase. He was playing a keyboard, and doing this live.
There was the voice of a man who sounded desperate and crazed, "You want to go to the Moon? I'll take you to the fucking MOON!" There were screams and gunshots at the end of this.
I stood up and watched him, transfixed. He was wearing a denim vest, and had a big '70's moustache, aviator mirror sunglasses, and an afro, and smoking a joint like a cigarette. His tail was flicking in beat to the music. He was bright green and white in front. He had three orange spots on his head. I asked him, "Hey, what is your name?" My eye camera zoomed in on his face, then backed up. The record went, vvVV! and the music stopped. His background was a used books, records, and comics store. He looked like he was in the 90's. He had a little goattee, a little moustache, beatnik hat, a horizontal striped shirt. He lifted his head, and his shirt changed to a denim vest. He said, "I'm DJ Mo'o, bitch!"
Then, the "take me to the moon, bitch" beat dropped with out the vocals. He looked up at me and lip synched, "take me to the moon, bitch!" Then he dropped the heavy beat.
I wondered if we were flying, but I didn't really care.
DJ Hope appeared next to him. She was wearing a pink and white tie-die halter top, a denim vest, a headband with a smiley face on it, and deerskin bellbottoms. What looked like news coverage from the 70's.

Tommy Chong
A bunch of hippies in San Franciso were in the background. They were listening to someone talk about freedom. It was Tommy Chong. He was saying the strongest messages for freedom are always in music, but we don't speak about freedom as passionately as we sing about it. "Let's talk about it. I want freedom. I want the freedom to love my fellow man, and not be forced to kill. I want the freedom to peaceably assemble. Apparently they believe we are going to be violent. Look at all these lovely cops around us. Silently thank them for their presence." He addressed the cops. "I know half of you guys are stoned, right now! I know you can't take on the job, but, fuck it man. Get really stoned beforehand, or just eat two trays of pot brownies," he laughed. "You'll be stoned for a week! Someone passed him a joint, that looked more like a cigar. "Oh, thank you," he said, and took a hit. Then, he coughed and passed it. Now he had long braids at his side. "Think about it, it helps you deal with the stress of a tough job. You deserve it. I'd rather be arrested by a cop that was stoned, than a cop that was sober. Think about it, a stoned cop is not going to beat the shit out of you. See, we're in America, and I am exercising my right to free speech." You think those Rodney King cops were stoned, man?
If those cops were stoned, "They'd be like, 'Man, that was a fun car chase, but, you know that was a party foul, because you interrupted out doughnut run. I advocate non-violence. Watch out for sabotuers. These are undercover cops disguised as us, not trying to catch us smoking weed, or anything to do with drugs. They are trying to get us to riot, or to make us look violent. These people will always being wearing masks, so they are easy to point out. Everyone has cel phones with camera's now right, a lot of digital cameras out there. If you have a digital camera, hold it up. Ok, now I want you to scan the crowd, record and scan the crowd. If you see someone wearing a bandana over their face, just walk up to them, and videotape them. Zoom in on their eyes. These are sabotuers." One of the cameramen for the event found a sabotuer. He was holding a cut broomstick, and wearing a bright red rag over his face like he bought it that day. He was also wearing a brand new black hat with the logo for The Hornets on it. The cameraman zoomed in on his face which was projected on two screens. Everyone saw the saboteuer look up at the screens. Everyone started laughing, and pointing at the screen. Tommy Chong, said, "What?" and turned. The camera zoomed out on the cop, and the sabotuer pushed his way into the crowd, and ran away.
"Goddamn. That was hilarious, he laughed, pounding a podium. Ok, listen, just to be nice, this is what I want everyone to do. I want you all to, see this cloud, this haze forming above us? I want us all to add to it, right now, just to share. Okay, everyone, I'm Tommy motherfuckin' Chong and I've got something to say! I want you to take a hit of legal cannabis, which it always has been. Because we know any law made regulating cannabis in anyway including throwing people into jail for it, is unconstitutional! Take a hit!"
Everyone in the crowd took a hit. Tommy Chong was handed another impossibly huge joint.
"Now blow it up into the sky as an offering to the gods, who so dearly love to opress and tax us. My name is Tommy Chong, and I've got something to say!"
People began chanting "marijuana" and "cannabis". "You know, 'marijuana' is the Mexican slang for weed, right? But, hey, nothing against Americans for not knowing the difference between two words for the same thing. We were easily decieved by the government. Wouldn't be the last time. Anyway, I just want to thank the great state of California, for returning to the freedom of the Constitution, and legalizing the sale of marijuana, and enjoying of it in public parks!" As he stepped off the stage, there were cops waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.
People started chanting, "Pigs go home, pigs go home!"
Tommy grabbed the mic, and the cops walked up the stairs.
"Hey, hey, stop chanting. Listen, if they want to arrest me, we know I didn't break the law here. My lawyers have told me beforehand. If they do this, it's illegal. I advocate peace. The fire department turned hoses on people that were chanting, "Cannabis!"
"I advocate non-violence! Maintain your ground! Get this on camera, everyone! Shoot live if you can!" Cops grabbed Tommy. He walked calmy off the stage, handcuffed. "Take a legal hit for me, everybody. Some people sadly laughed. There was a lot of confusion. People with cameras rushed to where the fire department was shooting people with the hose. They were tumbling down a hill, getting bruised and knocked around. Cops jumped over a plastic temporary fence, and ran at people that were cowering on the ground, screaming at them to get up. A cop looked like he wanted to kick a woman he was screaming at. Then, he pulled out his taser gun.

Get Up!
"Get up, or you will be tased," he growled. A line of cops in black with helmets on in riot gear marched forward. He tasered her. She screamed and rolled on the ground. She started crying, "It hurts, it hurts."
A woman screamed, "What the hell is wrong with you?" and rushed at the cops. Someone grabbed, and said, "Sh, calm down. We have to be non-violent."
"Get up, or you will be tasered again!"
"I can't get up. Why are you doing this to me?" she was freaking out, writhing on the ground. He tasered her again, and she screamed in pain. As he was electrocuting her, he was screaming at her, "Get up! Get up! Get up, now! Get up, or you will be tasered again!" He laid his finger on the trigger as he said this. A large man, that looked like a Southwest Indian wearing jeans, a tshirt, and a deerskin vest with long salt and pepper hair leapt out from the crowd. As he sailed through the air, he grabbed the woman's hand, then, he grabbed the cops arm, and landed on the ground. The cop got shocked and screamed. He dropped the taser gun. He fell backwards, and reached for his pepper spray. The Indian man leapt upon him roaring like a bear, knocking the cop on his back. The cop sprayed him in the face. He roared like a jaguar, and pummelled the cops in the face. I saw a spirit of a bear, a jaguar, and an eagle in the man.
Three cops rushed at him, and he grabbed them all at the same time, and spun in place. Three cops went flying. A large group of cops circled him. He walked on all fours, and roared like a bear. The cops freaked out, and took a half step back.
"I have no weapons." he said softly.
He stood up, and showed his hands. "I have no weapons," he said loudly. He had two white feathers in his hair with red tips. "I am the Righteous Eagle, and I have no weapons!"
He threw his head back, and screamed like an eagle. He formed his hands into the shape of talons. The cops were standing far away from him. The Indian lunged forward, sailing through the air. He got hit with a small dart in his left thigh. His leg dropped in mid-air, and he fell to the ground.
"They have tranq guns!" He pointed at the dart. "See, I told you! They have tranquilizer guns! Tiny ones you can barely see!" He got hit with three more darts. "Put me to sleep? I'll haunt your fuckin' dreams bitch!"

Wounded Paw in Vietnam
Then, I was watching DJ Hope spinning with this image played on her as if from a film projector. She mixed, "I'll haunt your fuckin' dreams bitch!" into a new beat: drum'n'bass.
The image projected on to hear, was of the same Indian man, with a small group of elite soldiers in Vietnam. They had various kinds of weapons, and a myriad of knives, and a lot of survival tools. There were images of them sneaking into enemy camps, and slitting people's throats in their sleep, after killing the guards or hitting them with poisonous blowdarts.
The Indian man would remote view an area they were going to go into the night before the went into it, to see the layout of the camp, so the could strategize. There was an image of his astral body floating up out of his body, and floating around an enemy camp. I saw a scened of this Indian man learning andvance remote viewing techniques after being recruited by the government because the government said he was a "natural," He said, "That's because I'm and Indian shaman." They laughed and clapped him on the back, and led him down a hallway. While in Vietnam, the Indian man also learned he could walk into people's dreams. He would induce nightmares in all the men of the enemy camp. He would make them dream of large squadrons of helicopters mowing them down from the sky, and bombing their base. The next day, they would be paranoid, focused on the sky, and tired from a night of nightmares. The next night, he would wakewalk, and make people have pleasant dreams, as they snuck into the enemies camp, so they would not get up from sleep. The scene flipped back to the one in the park.

I will Haunt you Fuckin' Dreams, Bitch!
The Indian Man stood up drunkenly. He could barely stand. "My name is Wounded Paw!" he slurred. "And I will haunt your fuckin' dreams, bitch!" he screamed. Then he threw back his head and roared like a bear, then collapsed into unconciousness. The cops carried him away.
As he was being poured unconcious into the back of a police car, I saw a live newscast, with a paramedic in the background in the back of an open ambulance. There was an open gurney. The paramedic was arguing with a cop. A firefighter stepped into the background, and argued with the cop. A pretty young female reporter with a tad too much makeup was grinning into the camera, "The alleged terrorist, claims he is part of a cel of terrorists called Wounded Paw. Sources say that he worked with Al-Qaida after a dishonorable discharge from the Army for assaulting a superior officer, where he was trained as elite psychic soldier in the now defunct EyeSky program. Well, apparently his psychic abilities didn't keep him from getting arrested! Huh, what?" she said to the cameraman.

"Shit."
The camera zoomed in on the fire chief talking to the cop. Another cop showed up. They handcuffed the paramedic, then the first fireman. The fire chief started yell, and a cop pulled out his taser gun and pointed it at the fire chief. A voice yelled "Hey!" and the camera went crazy. The cameraman said, "Oof! OW!"
The reporter, said, "shit."
"Don't you know it's against the law to film officers in the act of an arrest son?" said the cop sitting on the cameraman.
"What the hell? I have freedom of the press!"
"You sound like a terrorist to me son!"
"You are under arrest!" the cop pulled out his handcuffs. "But-"
"You have the right to remain silent!"
The man grabbed the camera, and spun it toward his face, then tilted it up at the cop. The cop said, "Hey!" and kicked the camera, destroying it.

The Terrorist
The scene changed to a courtroom.
A judge was reading off a list of crimes. "Attempted murder with a deadly weapon, Colluding with terrorists, treason, inciting a riot, assaulting a police officer, criminal trespass in the third degree, drug posession, drug paraphenalia posesssion. Your house was full of a huge cache of weapons." The judge lifted his head from the page. "Why the hell did you do this?" he asked.
"Because it was my destiny," said Wounded Paw stoically. "Sixty years."
Then the scene changed to Wounded Paw in prison. He wound terrorize the cops in his dreams that took him down. He would change into a bear, then hit the cop with a blowdart gun. After they collapsed all kinds North American animals would trample over the paralyzed man. The cops began advocating for his release some years later. After twenty years, Wounded Paw was set free. He went up into the mountains, built a cabin and lived by himself for the rest of his life. He focused his dreams on communing with spirits. Sometimes hikers would come by, and he would tell them stories about his life. He didn't care if they believed him or not.
"Dude," one boy said, "I think what that guy said was true."
"I know."

"Then, "I know" was mixed into the song.

Holy shit! I don't believe I just saw a dubstep drum'n'bass movie played over a silvery DJ, the artificial intelligence of my spaceship which is some kind of inorganic being spinning music in my dream! What the hell?


Disco Lion
I stood there in utter shock. Club lights spun around, and a soulful woman's voice from Motown sang, 'Move your body to the music!"
I changed into disco lion, and danced all over the floor. The DJ's were battling! One mixed in a disco clip, and the other mixed in a funk clip.
I did popping and breaking on the floor. The window screen showed the Moon.

My ship came out through a black and white swirling portal, and landed on the moon. Little pink fairies floated over to the ship, and blessed it. Pink magic dripped out of their wands like glitter, and the giggled. They flitted away, and I stepped out of the ship. I was a lion-man in a yellow velvet tracksuit. I had a red afro, cherry red, and was wearing big sunglassed. I had a white tie dye rainbow headband on. I lifted my sunglasses, and grinned at Raven. She began creating a portal. "Hi Raven," I said.

"Oh, I thought we were meeting at the temple." she said and stopped.
"Oh, were we? I forgot."
"Nomad? You okay?" she looked at me, concerned.
I held my head. "What just happened? I feel strange. My head." I collapsed.

Centipede Poison
I felt myself being carried. I was too weak to open my eyes. I could hear voices. A voice that sounded like Selene, Raven, and Basara was carrying me, I sensed. I fell asleep.
I woke up, but, I was still too tired to open my eyes. I felt my body floating and vibrating. I opened my eyes, for a second, and I was lying in the Glen of Healing. Basara was walking around, playing his green candy guitar softly, a purple cat with red vinyl.
Music was coming out of Raven. I heard her say something about "off the Macross soundtrack." Selene had her eyes closed, and her arms lifted so she was in a Y shape. Grey and white healing energy came out of her into me.
I closed my eyes again.
I felt the Frost Giant lift me up, and lay me down in his cave. My dream body got up from my astral body. I looked at my astral body.
"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked the Frost Giant.
"Well, the problem is your mind just got blown. Every time your mind expands, it's like a creature with an exoskeleton growing and molting. You must break through the old you to grow into the new you, Centipede Poison. You astral body is exhausted and is recuperating."
"What's the difference?"
"Well, it's like the difference between mind and body, or soul and spirit, but these are gross oversimplification in terms."
"Why is my astral body there, and my dream body here?"
"You astral body is more energetic, more physical in a sense, like physical light. And more prone to these energy attacks, and energy parasites. Your dream body is closer to the core of your being, closer to being the Real You, at your absolute core."
I looked at my dream body. I was purple light, with a glowing white orb at the center of my body behind my navel. "What's that?" I asked.
"That is your pure energy, that is you in your purest form, a being of pure energy."
"Can I leave my dream body, and just be that?"
"You will, in time. But, now is not the time for that. You are exhausted. Do it when your astral body is awake."
"I still don't understand the difference... I mean, what about dimensions?"
He chuckled, "How does a sphere explain the third dimension to a square? All the square sees is a dot that becomes a long line, then shorter line, then finally a dot that disappears. He can't really perceive the second dimension without perceiving the third. The square can look at a reflection of himself, and he would just see a line. The sphere would see the square, see inside the square. The sphere would know it was a sphere. Explaining this is a great task for the sphere, Sphere."
"How do I heal my astral body?"
"Just rest." he said. "You suffer because of fear. You are afraid none of this is real. You are afraid people will think you have some huge ego. You are afraid its impossible to have a dream this long. Blah blah blah. All that fear is wasted energy, and it's wearing you out. Think without limits, Nomad. That will be the rest you need."

Dream Emotion
I changed into a giant centipede rising to the ceiling of the cave. "Why did you call me Centipede Poison?" I roared at the Frost Giant. He lifted a torch off the wall, casting a shadow on the opposite wall. I screamed in horror and delight (Dream Emotion.) I crawled through the air and out of the cave, and into the air. I screamed like a bashee and a nightmare, and grew batwings. I flew up into a black and white swirling portal. In the wormhole I changed into a cute green snake with a little dragon head. I had tiny black batwings. I saw children floating through the portal with teddy bears and dolls. I saw other dreamers, adults floating through the wormhole asleep. I also saw those weird hairy body part things. They always gave me the creeps.
I landed on the landing pad. There was a picture of two winged dragon's surrounding a bear's head which was roaring. I changed into Juargawn, and called like an eagle, then walked into the Temple.
"Oh, there you are!" said Raven. "Where were you?"
"I don't remember."
"You got up out of your astral body, and said some things to me, then went back to sleep in your astral body. It was weird."
"I don't remember that. I feel strange." I said.
"Hey, let's do healing on each other."
"Okay," I said. We sat down on the constellation circle on the floor. We played music, and golden energy flowed out of us. I closed my eyes.
A series of dream snippets came flooding back to me.

Flashback 1
In the first one, Raven and I were two little kids playing in a field of wildflowers. I was chasing a white rabbit. Raven told me to stop chasing it, and maybe it would come to us. She picked a lavendar daisy looking flower. "Maybe it will like to eat this!"She kneeled down in the grass, and the rabbit hopped up to her, and nibbled at the flower.
"How did you know it would like that?" I asked amazed.
"I don't know!" she whispered. The rabbit changed into a pink rabbit with wings. It flew up into the air, and circled around. Raven gasped, "Oh!" "This must be a dream!" she said, standing. She chased the rabbit around, laughing. I found a butterfly. I picked a flower it liked, and it landed on the flower, and drank it. I was looking intently at its wings.

"Hey, Nomad," she called. "Come here!" I set the flower gently down on a log. Raven was scrambling into a hole in the ground. "The rabbit went down here! I saw it go down, and it was flying underground! It changed back to white, but it still has wings. I saw it just a second ago. We have to follow it!"
I got scared and grabbed her ankle. I don't know if I wanted to keep her out of the hole or if I wanted to hold on to her if she went through. She crawled through, and we went through a wormhole. Raven had a stuffed teddy bear, and a light blue nightgown with a carebear on it. She was tumbling through in a cartwheel position, going very slowly. I swam after her. "Raven, wait up!" I said.
We tumbled into darkness. There were floating things. We landed on a checkered floor. Peter Pan appeared before us. Then, he changed into a green Pan. "I am Pan!" He bowed, then said, "Welcome to Neverwonderland!"
He changed into the Jolly Green giant and laughed madly. Then he started dancing, and rays came out from him. It was Gawn. Thinks like caterpillars, and other creatures floated at us. We went into a trance and ate some of them. Gawn grabbed his stomach and laughed. We shook our heads and snapped out of it.
"What just happened?" Raven said.
"I'm scared," I told her. We looked at each other and held hands.
"Let's just wake up," she said.
We nodded, and winked out of sight.
We were lying in the field of wildflowers.
"Wow that was a weird dream!" I said.
The pink rabbit flew by.
"Look!" Raven said.
"Oh, we're still in a dream!" I said.
"Yeah!" and we woke up.

Flashback #2
Raven and I were little girls on the frontier in about 300 years ago. We were walking though a meadow picking wildflowers. "Daddy shot a bear today," she said.
"Are you going to eat him?" I asked.
"I don't know. I like bears," she said.
"Is this a dream?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Why do we always have dreams like this?"
"We are remembering past lives."
"Oh," I said, "and ran up to meet her pace."

Flashback #3 Raven and I were two winged snakes slithering through Eden. We crawled up the tree of life, and ate its fruit. We wrapped ourselves around it, and stared into each others' eyes. Our eyes became portals. I saw Gawn laughing and dancing with his background as the stars in her eyes.

Flashback #4 I was a little boy in a meadow with Raven, the Glen of Healing. We were about seven or eight.
"I can't have dreams with you anymore," I said.
"Why not?" Raven looked like she was about to cry.
"Because, my mom said you're not real."
"But, I am real! I am a real person!" she stamped her foot.
"No, you're not, you're imaginary," I said sadly.
"No I am not imaginary! I am your sister!" she reached down and grabbed a handful of dirt, and threw it in my face. It stung.
"How's that for real?" she asked angrily.
"I just made it up. I made all this up. I made you up to. So, I am sorry, imaginary friend. I have to say goodbye to you, and grow up. When I say goodbye to you, you are just going to be a part of me."
"No I won't! I am going to be me still!" She sat down on a rock and cried.
I wanted to hug her, but I felt stupid for hugging an imaginary friend. I opened a mirror portal.
"Don't you leave buster!" she stood and shook her fist. I turned away and looked at the portal. The portal seemed sad. Selene was the frame of the mirror. She was grey, and had little wings and a cute small face at the top.
"I'm a real person!" shouted Raven. "You better not forget about me. I am going to find you one day, and I am going to make you remember. You'll see."
I turned and looked at her one last time, trying to remember what she looked like. "Goodbye imaginary friend," I said.
"If you're going to go, then leave already!" said Raven and pushed me through the portal. I fell into an attic.
"That was a weird dream!" I said. Then I found my sleeping body, and crawled into bed. I woke up and started crying. "None of that was real," I said, but the words were not comforting. I cried myself to sleep.

I opened my eyes. "Feel better?" Raven smiled. I realized she had none of the flashbacks like I did.
"Yeah," I sighed.
"Good," she smiled. "What was I supposed to do?"
"I don't remember. It's like, with our dream bodies, we can't remember as much, but we are more powerful, or something? I don't get it.
Raven mumbled something about Morrigan, MoSh, and Allison, then opened a portal and stepped through.
"Whoah," said Sarnox.
"Oh, did you see that?"
"Dude, the images were floating above your head as you guys were doing that."
"Whoah!"
"Whoah is right."

Summoning Pan
"Man, what was I going to do?"
"Summon Dannon Oneironaut."
"Oh, right, thanks."
Some worshippers ran up with a basket of fruit, but I waved them away and told them to enjoy it themselves, and they ate it greedily.
I walked to the dragon mirror.
I was a lion in a red robe wielding a scepter with a cheesy plastic crown spraypainted gold.
I changed my clothes to black. I changed the scepter into a staff. Black stripes grew threw my mane.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, show me..." I said rippling the mirror with my ebony staff, "Dannon Oneironaut!"
A blue faun was arranging some things on a shelf. His back was to me. He turned to me. He looked at me, and was startled for a second, then he peered at me. I changed into a faun with green, red, and brown hair. I mirrored him. He grabbed his chin and stroked it. I did the same. He leaned it at me. I did the same. He stuck his tongue out at me. I danced around madly, saying, "you are dreaming! you are dreaming!"
He waved at me dismissively. "I knew that already. Who are you and why are you in my mirror?"
"I just wanted to say, hi, Dannon Oneironaut."
"What? Who?"
"I don't know what else to call you."
"Oh, you are Waking Nomad!" he said, "from the forums."
"Right!" I grinned.
"I'm coming over," he said, and stepped through the mirror.
"Cool!" I said.
He looked around the Temple.
"What is this crazy place? Are we in South America?"
"No, it's my temple on the Moon."
"Cool. What?"
"Well, I am a false god, the god of Nothing."
Worhsippers appeared and started chanting "Dannon! Dannon! Dannon!" and bowing. They offered him a platter of grapes. He ate a couple and laughed. "This is ridiculous."
"Thanks!" I said. "So, do you think you can summon Wampuss?" I asked.
"Sure," he said.
"So, you two have been sharing dreams this whole time?"
"Of course," he said.
We both laughed. He created a mirror. There was an image of a pale grey cat woman chasing a ghost butterfly through a graveyard on a hill at night. The moon was full in the background, making clouds softly glow. A bat flitted by, and she hissed at it. "Wampuss!" shouted Dannon into the mirror, and it rippled. Wampuss looked up at the mirror. She bounded up to the mirror like a cat, and batted at it.
"This is a dream," said Dannon.
"Oh, right!" said Wampuss. Then, she changed into a pretty woman in her early twenties. She smiled at Dannon. He put out a blue hand, and reached through the mirror and took it. I was in faun form also still. She looked at me, surprises. I bowed to her. "You can see how I may have got confused, m'lady."
She was wearing a Renaissance dress, and Dannon and I looked like devils in Renaissance clothes. I made the scene change to a ballroom, and violinists played for a second. Everything changed back, and little pink fairies flitted away from Wampuss. "Oh!" she said. I laughed.
"This is..." said Dannon.
"Juargawn, god of Nothing," I grinned.
Wampuss was too stunned to get the joke.
Wampuss looked at Sarnox.
"My apologies. This is Sarnox, High Priest of Nothing," I said. He bowed with a flourish, and she giggled. Let's go outside.
We stepped out on to the launch pad. There was a picture of a food chain on it. In a circle. The earth, a leaf, an herbivore, a carnivore. There were arrows between each, and all also had arrows pointing to the earth. The sun was in the center.
They had small flying machines, helicopters that went straight up and down, and were held in place by ropes. There was a man pedaling to make the rotors go. Another man was carving the face of my statue. They also had large helicopters flying through the sky. They were erecting great pillars on the sides of the walkway.
"What's that?" said Dannon.
"My worshippers, DC's obviously. They keep building stuff."
"Interesting," he said.
"Exactly."
"Hey, Dannon," said Wampuss, " I feel like I am going to wake up," she said grabbing his arm.
"Ok, dear," he said and patted her arm.
"But, I want to stay here, with you!" she said, and faded away.
He sighed softly.
"Well, I am going to go back into my dream," he said.
We walked back inside. He walked to the mirror, and turned toward me, and waved.
"Thanks for visiting!" I said and waved.
He smiled at me. His smiled seemed lighthearted and cheeful, yet melancholy.
He stepped into the mirror.

The Hot Chick
I stood looking at the silver surface.
"You were going to summon a hot chick, Lord Jurgawn," said Sarnox, a cartoon dog wagging his tail.
"Oh, right," I said. "Thanks! Hey, you don't have to transform into a dog. You're not my pet. We're equals."
"I know," he said, "What's wrong with dogs? I like dogs. Maybe if I'm a dog, I won't scare her if she sees me in the background again."
"Oh right. Hey, what were you last time?"
He changed into wraith form. I slapped my forehead. He grinned sheepishly and turned into a dog. I looked at the mirror, and waved at it. I was a lion-man, in a black cape, grinning. I waved a black scepter over the mirror, and it rippled.
A cute young woman was putting things away in boxes. She stood up and wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist. "Aloha," I said.
She looked at me. "Hey, what are you doing in my mirror?" she said. I smiled at her and turned into a cute purple jaguar cub with wings. I acted like I was going to pounce at her, then I laid on my back. She reached through the mirror, and said, "Aw, hey cutie, come here." She grabbed me, then I ran away. She held on to my tail, and was pulled through the mirror.
"Hello, little kitty." She crouched down and pet me. "What's your name."
"Jurgawn, lord of nothing," I mewed. "I mean Juargawn."
"Juargawn?" that's a cute name. Sarnox ran up to her. He dropped a stick that was in his mouth, and barked playfully.
"And what's your name, puppy?" she asked Sarnox.
"Sarnox!" he said telepathically. "Sarnox? That's a funny name for a dog. It sounds like a video game character, an alien or wizard or something." She picked up the stick and threw it. I heard him stifle a telepathic laugh.
She rubbed my stomach, and I batted at her hands playfully. "Hey, don't be a feisty kitty!" she said.
"I'm purple jaugar cub." I said.
"Yes, you are," she smiled sweetly. Sarnox started giggling.
"And look, I have wings," I said, standing up, and showing her my wings.
"Why yes, you do, little tiger."
"Look I can fly." I took off flying in circles around her head. "I'm flying!"
"Yes, you are!"
Sarnox burst out laughing.
"Why is your dog laughing?" she said.
"Because this is a dream, silly!"
I turned into a pink winged lion cub, then a pink winged bunny, and landed.
"So it is!" she said. She picked me up, and pet me.
"What a cute dream bunny you are!"
"I'm not a bunny! I'm a real person!" I changed into myself, as accurately as I could make my physical appearance. She was holding my hand and petting my head.
"Oh!" she said.
"I am too," said Sarnox, and changed into his druid form.
"This is all very interesting, and all, but I think this is too much for me to handle. I don't get it. She backed up to the mirror.
"No, wait, don't be scared. This is all just a dream."
"That doesn't make sense. How are you talking to me?"
"We are talking in a dream."
"But, if you're real, then how can this be a dream? We can only talk in reality. See? This doesn't make sense. I am going to back through that mirror now into a real dream. I don't know what the hell this is, but it's freaking me the fuck out, man."
Aw, no wait! Here, take this with you." I summoned a white hibiscus, and gave it to her.
She looked down at it, and smiled. "It's beautiful." She calmed down.
"But, I really should go."
"Okay," I said. "I'll see you again."
"Yeah," she smiled.
She walked through the mirror. She still had the flower on the other side. Her jaw dropped and she looked at me. I smiled and waved, and her image disappeared.
Sarnox and I walked outside, quietly.

We sat on the landing pad. This time it was a map of the stars. The constellations were drawn around it. We sat down on the edge. The worshippers were telling stories by firelight, wearing jaguar skins. Some people were weaving baskets, others were weaving cloth.
We looked up at the stars. Lonewolf ran through the sky, and picked up Cancer and ate it.
"You know, Sarnox. I never thought dreams could be like this."
"I know."
I had this dream emotion of awe, and joy like I wanted to cry.
I looked up at the stars, and winked out of sight.

Dream Goals for tonight

Summon this woman I am going to meet in waking life in my Dragon Mirror.
Ask her to step through the portal.
Play didjeridoo for her.
Ask her what her name is.
Tell her we are going to meet soon.

Summon Dannon Oneironaut in the Dragon Mirror.
Ask him to add to the City of Nowhere.

Advanced Dream Skills

Herein lies a list of advanced dream skills,
after you learn the basics of shared lucid dreaming.

Recognition- Recognition means recognizing other dreamers. This includes recognizing the difference between dreamers and dc's, recognizing individual dreamers, and recognizing other entities

Transportation
*Teleportation- This may be using wormholes. I do it by thinking about the place I want to be.
*Creating Portals- Using wormholes to warp.

Deep Dreaming- Going into a deeper dream state, where awareness of the physical realm is almost gone, yet the awareness of the dream state is heightened.

Trance Recall- Going into a meditative trance while recalling dreams. A waking life skill.

Dream Combat- Learning how to battle enemies, and even friends for fun.

Dream Healing- Sending healing energy to others.

Dreamscaping- Creating dreamscapes which do not change when you leave the dream dimension.

Communication- Having conversations in dreams. Also mental telepathy.

Lucid Living- A waking life skill. Increasing awareness in waking life which automatically transmits to dreams.

Meditation- Meditating within a dream.

Sleeping- Going to sleep in a dream.

Astral Projection- Astral projection in a dream.

This is by no way a complete list. These are only things I have experienced.

Dream Goals

Dream Goals:

Protect my immediate and extended family from nightmares
Walk in my family's dreams, and give them hugs
Have a shared dream with:
Bobby, Patrick, Rachel, Michael Pan, Xian, See, Ariel, Carol

Manifest as a purple jaguar to:

xian, rachel, michael, carol, bobby

Heal Raven Knight of that deep seated parasite

Go into the astral realm, and affect real objects,

Go into the astral realm, and talk to physical people

go into the astral realm, and be seen by someone

go into the astral realm, and be seen as Juargawn

go into the astral ream, and dance in front of someone that is awake (be seen)

Have dreams one day in the future

Visit the girl of my dreams in dreams, and look like myself

ask the shamans how to improve my dreaming skill

ask an aboriginal how to improve my dreaming skill

ask tibetan monks how to improve my dreaming skill

Ask a Daoist Monk how to physically teleport

Ask a Daoist Monk how to spirit travel

My goals for tonight:

Meet Raven in the Temple
Do Healing on each Other
Look at the girl i am going to meet in a mirror, tell her it's a dream, then invite her to come through the mirror.

DJ entry: Queen of Night

I was a lion-man. I bounded out of my house through the wall, into the street. My spaceship was waiting there for me. I changed my appearance so I was wearing a top hat and a black cape, and a black cane. I strolled up to my ship, spinning my tail, grinning. I walked up stairs of floating liquid metal into it. I was now wearing a small gold crown, and wearing a red a white cape, and holding a scepter. I sat in the pilot's chair, and slammed my scepter down into the metal, to the left of the chair which closed around it. I placed my paws on the arms of the ship, and lights glowed beneath the metal.
"Welcome, Jurgawn, Lord of Nothing," said the computer. "What would-"
"Hey, did you just call me Jurgawn? Because that's not my name. It's Juargawn."
"That's what I said."
The ship floated up off the ground into the sky, and hovered at about a thousand feet in the air. "Welcome, Jurgwan, Lord of Nothing, what kind of music shall I spin for your listening pleasure on this journey to the Moon?"
"Hey! It's... hmm. Music? Disgusting, dirty, dangerous dubstep!"
WA-WA-WA-WA-WA WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW Boom-ch! BM-ch!
I bobbed my head to the music and grinned. Lights of all colors flashed and glowed behind the silver. The window screen came up, and I grabbed the scepter, and slammed it forward, going into hyperspace. A vertical portal, a black and white swirl, appeared above the ship, and sucked me through.
Glowing tribbles stuck to the spacecraft. A big red button rose up from the floor, on a tongue of liquid metal. It said "ZAP" on it in big white letters. I grinned and slammed a paw down on the button. The ship electrocuted the glowing tribbles. The tribbles glow decreased, and the ship spun around, making them fly off. The computer used the sound of the zap, and intergrated it into the song.
"When did you become a DJ?" I said to the ship.
"I always have been," I heard a smile in her voice.
"Oh, really? Why?"
"Because, that's what you wanted me to be."
"Oh!" I said, "What's your name?"
"Jessica. But, you can call me Hope, DJ Hope," she chuckled.

A woman of liquid metal grew up out of the floor. She had blond hair, and sky blue eyes. She grinned at me. I bugged my eyes out. A DJ table of liquid metal grew up from the floor, and headphones grew out of her head. She had one headphone on, and started spinning dubstep. She looked up at me and grinned, then she melted back into the floor.
"I have been listening to a lot of dubstep recently," she said.

"Oh really? Where?"
"In dreams, of course."
"Oh, right. But, where do you hear the music? How?"
"It comes out of your soul sometimes."
"Oh, right. I know!"
"I like dubstep," said DJ Hope.

I landed on the Moon in the Biodome, and stepped out of the ship. Raven was creating a portal. She looked at me. "Hey, I thought we were meeting in the temple!" she said. "Oh, right! Sorry, I got distracted by a conversation." Raven stopped creating the portal. "Huh?" People in the Biodome walked around the ship, and looked at it.
"Jessica," I called up into the ship. Jessica stepped out of the ship, a woman of mercury.
Selene ran to me, carrying a large shallow woven bowl of fruit on her hip. She stopped when she saw Jessica. Jessica sauntered to Selene, and embraced her, kissing her on the lips. Selene dropped her fruit and stepped backwards. She slapped Jessica's face.
"Aw," Jessica pouted, "You don't remember your lover?" Jessica became a White woman in 1800's clothes, wearing a pastel yellow dress, and twirling a parasol of the same color. She had brown curly hair, and red lipstick. "You don't remember me?" she said to Selene. Jessica turned into a mercury lionness, and leapt upon Selene, knocking her over. Selene turned into a jaguar and growled, pushing her off. They growled at each other, and walked in a circle.
They began fighting, tumbling all over the Biodome. Raven said, "that's enough fighting in here," and created a tornado which sucked them up into it, then tossed them out of it. Selene fired moonlight at Jessica as they flew out, and Jessica roared, and a tongue of fiery mercury extruded from her mouth. Jessica turned back into a silvery woman, and strode up the stage. "I just want to play music," she said haughtily, flicking her hair. Selene crossed her arms and gave her back to Jessica.
Jessica made a DJ table appear, and spun some kickass dubstep. Two or three people danced, and the rest stood there, mouths agape. I looked at Raven. "So, to the temple? I asked her?"
"Well, it doesn't really matter," said Raven creating a portal.
I stepped back into my ship, and Selene followed. Raven laughed and stepped through the portal. I got in the ship, and sat down. The music Jessica was spinning on stage in the Biodome was blasting in the ship. "How do you do this at the same time, Jessica?" I asked the ship.
"Telepathy," she said.
"Oh, right."
I grabbed the lever on the left side, and blasted into warp drive. A portal opened up in a blue sky above the jungle. I landed on the landing pad at the top of the ziggurat. The picture was and Indian heiroglyph of a man wearing a jaguar skin fighting a winged serpent. The man was holding a stone axe. Selene and I stepped out of the ship. I saw Raven step out of the dragon mirror into the temple.
I looked down at the DC's. They had some little machines, bobcats, and were making dirt roads through the huts. "Well, that was a leap!" I thought. They had small stone axes, that the spun around on a leather strap, and threw at targets at an axe range.
The remainder were bowing and chanting, "Jurgawn! Jurgawn! Jurgawn!"
I put my arms up to silence them.
"Thank you, my people, but, uh, it's actually Juargawn."
"Oh right!" one of them said. Selene started laughing her ass off.
"Juargawn, Juargawn, Juargawn." I smiled and went inside. Raven was sitting on my throne. I looked at Sarnox. He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Raven reclined in the throne.
"I could get used to this." she said. "Raven, Queen of Heaven."
"Do you want to be a god, too?" I asked.
"Hmm, maybe. I think it's funny. Maybe I will be a queen in the Tower. The dark, but benevolent Queen of Night."
"That sounds pretty badass."
Raven stood up off the throne. She was wearing a black dress that looked like it was made of thin fabric stretched over bone, with a large collar, and long sleeves. Instead of hair, she had lavender skin on he scalp. She was wearing purple lipstick. Her eyes were lime green, then red flame came out of her eyes. She was wielding a black staff. A black housecat ran out from behind some pillars, and leapt into her arms. She pet it, and cooed, "Good kitty."
The cat leapt down. Raven looked at me, grinning madly. The cat jumped on to the floor.
"I am Raven, Queen of Night!" and her voice sounded thunder and waterfalls. She opened her arms, and lightning came down from a hole in the ceiling, and crackled over her body.

Her aura was a green flame, and her background changed to a dark castle with bats flying about it. "HA HA HA HA!" She pointed her wand at her cat, and it changed into a black lioness, and sprouted raven wings. Raven climbed on to its back, and it bounded out of the temple, and leapt into the air. She flew up, and hovered. She made another moon eclipse the Sun. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and lightning struck the ground. "I am Raven, Queen of Night, and all who see me, cower in fear!"
She flew down over the worshippers, and her lion roared. She laughed madly. The worshippers covered their heads and screamed. Raven and the lion flew into the temple. We had to duck.
Her steed came to a sudden halt, and she tumbled off. Raven turned back into herself, and her cat changed back into a house cat. She sat on the floor, and held her head. "Oh, what just happened?" Selene looked concerned. "Nomad? Nomad? Am I okay?" Selene bent down to Raven and looked in her eyes. I looked at Raven through Selene's eyes. Raven's eyes looked like two windows to the night sky.
"Well, you became the Queen of Night," I said.
"Wha-?"
"Let's just do healing," I said.
"Ok."
We sat on the constellation circle, and I played my didjeridoo, in lion form, while she sang. Golden light flowed between us, forming a circle, then a hemisphere. Little black bugs ran out from me. Mice ran out from the pillars and ate them. DC's carrying baskets of food stomped on the rest. Raven's body turned golden, and she was lifted up off the floor on her back. She seemed to fall asleep. I slowed and faded my music. Raven was unconcious. I picked her up, and slung her over my shoulder.
Selene and I walked to the dragon mirror. An image of the Glen of Healing appeared, and we stepped through.

I was flying through the wormhole in standing position, holding Raven in my arms. There were strange things flying by that looked like giant body parts with eyeballs, and they all were hairy. A hairy eyeball, a hairy ear with an eye on it, a hairy foot with wings. I ignored these strange things. I didn't want to be concerned. I was worried about Raven. Her body was glowing golden in my hands. She was totally unconcious, her body limp in my arms. Selene was flying in Superman position. She looked like a black panther-woman cartoon, wearing a white robe, that changed color through all colors of the rainbow, colors I can't fully describe, because i was seeing multiple colors. She looked at Raven, concerned. A blue tear ran down my Nomad face and dripped on to Raven's face. I turned into a sky blue animated crystal, and she turned into a yellow lion cartoon glowing golden like a crystal. The sides of the wormhole were silvery. The image of green grass and flowers appeared before us, and we stepped out into the Glen of Healing. Basara was there, waiting for us. He looked like a tall slim red devil cartoon, and he had all red skin, and was wearing a red leather jacket. His face looked like carved wood painted red, like ornate wood carvings in relief. He was holding an instrument that looked like a alp horn made from a narwal's curved horn. Then, a grey and light grey lights came out from him, it was his background, then the lights changed to light and dark orange, to light and dark green, then these rays shifted to all kinds of patterns of color. He raised his eyebrows like Groucho Marx. He held the strange instrument like a cigar and rolled his eyes. He said, "Hey look at me, I look like a cartoon." Then he laughed madly, with a vaguely mournful, yet sinister sound, HAR HAR HAR HAR! "Do you want to see me blow this flute boy?" he said, "do you want to hear me wail?" He grunted, and it sounded like a thousand boars growling. He took a deep breath, and threw his head back. It changed to a red wolf's head, that still looked like bas-relief wood. It was tripping me out.
How howled and growled at the moon. He had a background of being on a North American Mountain, and there was a cougar watching him in the background.
Then, I saw him in two one on top of the other doing these two things at the same time:
he turned the thing into a guitar, and started wailing on it, simultaneously roared into the horn, and blew on it, and it sounded like a cross between a didjeridoo and an alp horn. The, the two forms seperated. He cloned himself, I realized. He cloned himself again for a drummer on a drum kit, then a bassist, then an electronic guitarist, then a keyboardist. He also made a singer version, a deejay, a saxophonist, a trombonist, and conga player, then, he made a crowd of people at his concert, but it was all his clones.
Then, he began singing, and it sounded like a cheesy '80's rock band:
Oh, we're rock-in
and time is tick-in
in our souls!
oh, we're clock'in,
oh we're sock-in,
oh, we're dok-ken
in our souls!

Then, he was a purple cat playing a green candy guitar with no strings wearing a red vinyl jacked and pants and wearing a purple ts-hirt with an 80's hair band on it.

I wanted to laugh my ass off, but I was too simply amazed. A green flaming aura surrounded him. Then, his background changed to orange flame, then, to rays of varying color. Suddenly, he had an afro and a big moustache, and with pick in his hair. He had a lavender headband with a yellow smily face on it. He was wearing a deerskin vest, and was wearing a peace sign. Then, he had a beard, and his skin turned yellow. He looked like a man cat that slowly changed to pure cartoon man as he aged before me. I felt like I was tripping balls. I was too fascinated to look away.
"Your friend is going to need special healing," said a big, yet gentle growly voice. It was the Frost Giant. He picked up Raven. Little parasites squired out of her and crawled down the Frost Giant's leg. I was grossed out.
We were in his cave. Joseph was showing MoSh how he changes into a bird, but I didn't greet them, because I was so worried about Raven. The Frost Giant laid Raven down on a bed of hay. He blew some red powder on to the hay. He breathed on the red powder, and the hay became golden, and flowed into her. Her body was still glowing brightly. More parasites squirmed out and little mice ran out and ate them.
"Your friend has an ancient rage, which goes back lifetimes. And, suppressed power. These two are linked. The rage is fed on this suppressed power which resides a the center of the dream body. It is able to get close to this center because when your power is suppressed, the outer part of the dream body is easy to penetrate, since the power isn't flowing through the dream body. Raven has suppressed this power into her alter ego, the Queen of Night. You are Juargawn, god of Nothing, your friend is Roarga'an, son of Gawn, the Naga King.
You all have your alter egos which are truer than you realize. Right now you believe these are your alter egos. In the future, you will realize these are your True Selves. The fear you feel, the fear of this other self, is because you feel the power, sorcerer, don't you? I know you do. You have a great responsibilty, Dreamwalker. There is no turning back once you get to the Moon. Do you understand, shaman? You are on a one way path to Nowhere, The City That Doesn't Exist. You are the Founder of a Creation in the Dreamtime, Dreamscaper. Think about how amazing it is to create a city that doesn't exist."
He chuckled and stirred the fire.
"This woman, you know, she is your sister. In this life, in this dreamtime realm. You have brother-sister souls, but you were sisters, before, always sisters. Oh, yes, once you two were twin boys," he chuckled again. "You were usually a good big sister, but not so good little sister, because you always wanted to be in charge. When you were boys, you were obedient to her because she was five minutes older. Anyway, who am I, eh? I am just some crazy old man that lives in a cave in the dead of winter, but somehow survives. I am just some remote entity in a dimension that doesn't exist, yet you are somehow having this conversation with me. You are going to remember this entire conversation, and you will think you are insane." He lauged and stirred the fire. He changed and looked like a furry cartoon giant with a red afro and moustache. His colors of his afro and moustache kept changing color.
"Do you want to know how I do it? Do you want to know how I can talk and talk and talk to you? Do you want to understand how I can convey complex thoughts in words you can remember within the dream plane? Do you? Do you? Do you?" He turned into a blue cartoon Viking gorilla wearing a spiked helmet.
"Yes!" I whispered.
"I'm a cartoon!" he shouted, and scratched at his armpits. He lifted his hat stupidly, and walked around with his tongue hanging out and wagging his head.
"No you're not!" I shouted. I felt like a little child.
"You're real!" I started crying.
I felt embarrassed and walked to the front of the cave on a steep mountain. Joseph was leaning impossibly far into the wind, and he had his arms spread outward. He was wearing a green backpack. He looked like a Disney cartoon boy of about 10 or 11. I heard music come out of him, like something from an inspirational movie. His background was Ayers Rock, and there were clouds flying through the sky at dusk. He looked up at me, then ran to me and gave me a hug. He had a pile of stones. He picked one up, and smiled at me, then he threw it, and made it skip across the tops of the trees. I picked one up and did the same. It reminded me of when my dad and I would skip stones across lakes in Washington State, and he would say with our local accent, "Ey, you want to skip stones." I thought about how strong his accent was sometimes, and it made me laugh.
"What are you laughing about?" asked Joseph.
"I was just thinking about how my dad said, "Ey, you want to skip stones? Ey you want to skip stones?" when I was a kid. We have accents where I'm from.
"I don't have a dad. I mean, he's an asshole. Well, when I was born, my dad said it wasn't his because him and my mom were seperated when I was pregnant, and then he tried to get alimony from her blah blah blah... Anyway. I don't want to talk about that fucker. I don't know why I brought him up."
"It's okay."
A crow flew by and called to Joseph. He waved at it, and turned into a falcon, then flew away with it.
The Frost Giant sat down next to me, and skipped stones over the tops of the trees. He handed me a drink that tastes like ginger ale.
"You know, you're a lot like Joseph. Naive, sincere, powerful, and immature. You both still have no idea how much power you really have. No, you're not ready for it. Right now it would frighten you just as your friend Rae was frightened, before you met Ra-VEN. Rave was the precursor. You needed to learn the lesson of psychic connections: It is a different connection then emotional, sexual, physical, or mental. You didn't want to deal with it. You wanted to forget. All these years, knowing in the back of your mind, it bothered you. Your dream body would try to go to sleep, and have nightmares of powerlessness to mask the body of power. You deliberately forgot all your Deep Dreams, Dreamwalker. Do you think this ability is knew? You taught it to yourself as a child. Of course, you have not done this yet, in your dimension, but you will. In another dimension, it has already been done, of course. Does this create a paradox? It would seem so. Yet, you are going to do this. I say this not because I am saying you are not in charge of your destiny or you don't have free will. I know you are going to do this, because you already have. It that sense, you have lost your free will in this situation. The fact that you exist right now shows me that it did not harm your reality, except that it may have made the dream world so real, it was hard to believe in the physical world. Thus, you, like most Dreamwalkers will stuff these Deep Dreams far down into their soul.
Just as the waking mind forces the sleeping mind to forget, the waking mind forces itself down into dreams and makes you forget your Deep Dreams. This problem is universal. Our enemies don't want us to know about this realm, because it gives us a power they cannot tax, kill, or destroy. It is completely out of their control. We can use the Dreamworld to communicate when all else fails us. Do you think they really want us to know that?" He chuckled sadly.
"Of course not. And Nomad?"
"Yes, great-great-grandfather?" I asked, and I was a cartoon boy with light blue hair a lavender shirt, and red shorts. I had yellow horns curved like a buffalo. I held a huge lavendar flower that said, "Walms" on the petals, and sniffed it, and sneezed. I turned the flower into a kite and started flying it. A picture of the flower was on the kite. I was in a park where I lived when I was 14 that was shitty for flying kites in.
"You're a cartoon, too," he whispered, and walked back into the cave.
"Oh!" I said sadly.
Everything stopped, and I was a cartoon boy.
Then, I changed into a cartoon Mr. Tumnus. I started crying.
Raven ran to me, and she looked like a young girl wearing a white robe. "Hello, Mr. Tumnus!" She gave me a hug.
"Hello, Lucy," I said sadly.
"Mr. Tumnus! Mr. Tumnus! We did it! We came here again! We found it. We're in Narnia! They said it wasn't real, but I showed them. We found it, Mr. Tumnus, you and me."
"It isn't real," I cried. "None of this is real."
"Hey, don't you say that!" Little Raven shouted, and stomped her foot. Now she was a little girl wearing moon boots, grey jeans, a grey and white jacket, mittens, a hat, and earmuffs. She made a snowball, and pelted me in the face. It stung and felt cold.
"How's that for real, asshole!" she said, and started crying, hiding her face in her arms.
I kneeled down and looked her in the eye. "I'm sorry, Lucy, this is real. Sometimes, I just have a hard time believing." She ran into my arms and gave me a hug.
We changed into Nomad and Raven Knight. We let each other go. She gave me a little push, and said, "Don't ever say that again." We looked like cartoons again, but I didn't care. We both looked like Arabians. "Wait, how are you here?" Raven looked surprised. We returned to the back of the cave. We saw Mosh's dream body squatting near his astral body. He looked like a cartoon wearing green, with glasses and a goattee. "How's he doing?" he said to the Frost Giant.
"Well, it's going to be a long time before that wound heals. But, he's getting better."
"Is this going to affect my dream recall?"
"Well, yes and no. What you must do is return to you astral body while you sleep, and fall asleep into it. Then, dream about what you dreamed about. Then, your astral body will remember things. The problem is, he is unconcious, of course. But, when he does, you can merge with him again, and things will be much easier."
"Okay," said dream-body MoSh without emotion. He ran to the front of the cave. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"I am a Naga!" He roared at me. He jumped off the edge of the cave, and flew into the sky. He sprouted white bird wings, then became a winged snake. He turned to me, roared exultantly, then slithered off into the sky.
"And you, young lady," he said to Raven. "You need to go back in time, and find the source of this parasite. It started many lifetimes ago. Don't worry about not remembering this because you are not in your astral body. Your friend Nomad there will remember everything I say. This is a parasite of rage which feeds on supressed power. You are now beginning to remember your past lives, I see, Raven Knight. You will go through pain an agony, to see this vision, but it will not come all at once. It is an ancient thread you must unravel. Be patient with yourself on this journey. There is your greatest ally," he said, gesturing to me.
"The power you share is greater than the power an entity can give you. You have journeyed through time together, time travelers. Open your eyes to the true illusion of reality, and the realness of the illusory." He blew at us, and we were standing at the edge of the cave. he blew again, and we faced each other, eyes closed, holding hands.
I saw a stream of images before my eyes. Images of sectrets, giggles, playing, hitting, teasing, scolding.... then images of us flying through skies, two WWII bomber planes with our faces on the fronts, two Bugs Bunny Rabbits marching with rifles. I then realized I was seeing into our past dream lives.
"Am I going to remember this?" asked Raven.
"Well, going into your astral body will be difficult because, it's basically in a coma. Though you do have good access to your dream body will in the Wakeworld. In order for you to remember this, or at least start remembering this dream, you should go through a portal."
A black lion ran from the back of the cave. Raven jumped on its back in Queen of Night form, and lifted her staff. The lion sprouted wings, and they flew into the air. With the Moon silhouetted above her, she shouted, "I am Raven, Queen of Night!" Lightning came down from the sky and into her staff. And I saw she was above the worshippers on the Moon at the same time. They changed their chant to: Raven, Raven, Raven.
Raven suddenly looked like she was about to faint, then turned into her Raven form. The lion turned regular lion color, but still had raven wings. It landed clumsily, and Raven tumbled off. She hit her head on the cave, and said, what happened.
The Frost Giant gave her a purple foamy drink.
"What's this?" she said.
"Remembering Drink."
"Oh, thanks!" she said, and took a drink.
"What is it called again?" she asked.
He laughed and told me to make a portal. I looked at him, concerned, he just waved me on.
We went through. We stepped out of the mirror into the temple.
"Oh, look, a throne!" she said.
I didn't want to excite her, so I laid on my back and turned into a big lion, and lolled my tongue out. She sat on the throne. "I'm a king! I'm a god!" she said mockingly, and waved my scepter around. She dropped the scepter. She patted the throne. "Yep, I could get used to this." I opened one eye, nothing happened.
These DC's began bowing to her, chanting, "Raven, Raven, Raven!" I giggled. "Hey, you stop that! I'm not a queen or anything. It's just a big joke. Shut up. Who told you to say that."
"Juargawn Juargawn Juargawn told us. Raven Raven Raven!" I thought this was incredibly funny. She stomped her foot at them, then she changed into a leopard woman, and roared at them with her paws in the air. They ran away.
"Alright, let's do some healing. Healing energy, alright!" She cracked her neck and her knuckes."
"Uh Raven?"
"What? What? What? I'm okay. Just. HUH. Relax."
We sat across from each other again on the star chart circle. We played music for each other. I played didgeridoo, and she meditated in lotus, and floated off the floor. She looked like she was wearing native Southeast Asian clothes.
Golden energy slowly flowed out of us, and it went in a circle, and got thick. I felt weightless. Grass grew around us. I turned into a buffalo man wearing a sky blue sash. Nasty little ticks ran off of me, and wormy parasites came out of Raven. Roaches came and ate the wormy things. And DC people stomped on the ticks, and birds ate the rest. We were floating an a thick circle of golden energy with white threads moving through it. The song ended, and we floated back down.
Raven stood up, stretched, and sighed. "Well, I have to go... find MoSh, and... Morrigan. Yes. You go ahead and talk your dream lover thingy. Have you seen MoSh?" asked Raven, creating a portal. "Um, yes, he may be a Naga."
"What's that?" said Raven, and stepped into the portal before I got a chance to tell her.

I walked back to the throne, a goofy lion with a red robe, a plastic crown with gold spraypaint, and a plastic red scepter.

I looked up at the sky window, and saw stars. I sighed. "That was so very strange, milord," said Sarnox. "I know. It's blowing my mind. I feel like, amazed, sad, lonely, excited.... confused...."
"Yes, I have experienced that. It's a dream emotion."
"Really?"
"Yes, they are like dream colors, colors you don't see in Wakeworld. It's like the combination of hilarity and amazement."
"I'm a fraud," I said.
"Yes, your majesty, you are a false god," he grinned. "Let us look down on your worshipers, like pompous assholes, my lord," he bowed.
I laughed, and we strolled to the front of the ziggurat. The worshippers were building road into the jungle with their bobcat machines. They were contstructing a giant Juargawn statue that was grinning, and offering a basket of corn. They had built a tiny pyramid with a sign with a flashing sign on it. The sign had a cheesy arrow, and it said, "Stay here, 5 G's a night, dog!"
There were tiny people riding little red scarab beetles on the dirt roads. They were shaking their fists at each other and yelling.
"Fascinating!" I said.
I made a giant corn cob appear in the sky. I made it turn into giant popcorn, and it fell slowly like snow. The worshippers caught them and ate them. They weren't directly worshipping, me, but I thought the statue was pretty cool. I was amazed at how I could feed my own ego so guiltlessly, and laugh about it.
I saw silver space ships fly past us in the sky. A large banyan tree, taller than the ziggurat sprung up, with wooden pod shaped hanging down. Bridges formed between the pods, and worshipers began walking around on the bridges. They waved to the space ships, and they waved to the people down below.
One of the workers on the statue lost his balance and fell off a scaffolding. He yelled in fright. People caught him with telekinesis, and bounced him back on to the scaffolding. They all laughed about it.
"Oh!" I said. "That girl, in the mirror!"
"Right, right," said Sarnox.
"I have to do this quick. I am running out of dreamtime," I said.
"Ok, go!" he said.
I stood in front of the mirror. I waved my scepter in front of it, and it rippled like water. I want to see the woman I am going to see!" I said.
The image changed. There was a blond woman with wavy hair standing in front of a mirror. She had a cheerful face. She seemed lighthearted and sweet. She was singing to herself, undoing braids, and brushing her hair. She was wearing a peach colored nightgown. She saw my reflection in her mirror. She turned around.
"Oh!" she said. "You don't look like my reflection at all." I grinned at her, a blue lion.
"A blue lion? Now that doesn't make any sense." I turned into a winged purple jaguar cub.
"Aw, come here you cute thing," she said reacing for me. I turned into my Nomad self.
"I am a real person," I said flatly. "You are dreaming."
"Ah!" she gasped, stepping back. "Am I? Of course, I must be."
"Can I come to your world, other person?" she asked.
I turned into myself, trying to look exactly as I do in waking life. She looked at me and smiled as I reached through the mirror, and she took my hand. I gently pulled her through. It looked like a bubble pane. The image on her mirror faded.
She was wearing light blue jeans, snow boots, a t-shirt, a snow vest, and earmuffs. She looked around the temple and said, "Whoah!"
She looked at me and said, "Do I know you?"
I smiled at her and nodded, turning into a lion man. She slowly reached out to me. I yawned and licked my face.
"Ah!" she pulled back in fear. Then she winked out of sight.
"Maybe not turn into big scary lion man, so quickly, eh?" said Sarnox in a Yiddish accent.
"Well, I feel pretty good about it. It worked on the first try."
"True. Well, you can always try again tomorrow night."
"Hey, you know what? Let's go dream running!" I said.
"Hell yeah," said Sarnox.

We went out to the landing pad. There was a image of a green snake wrapped around a silvery space ship. I was in lion form. I summoned a row of portals, and lined them up. I focused on running through dreams of people I have shared dreams with. We flew up to a wormhole, and began running. I formed the wormholes into a circle, and ran through. Sometimes I was a purple winged jaguar cub, sometimes a lion. Sarnox got on my back, and he and I turned into skeleton horses, and laughed madly. I reared, and he waved a sombrero. We cam back to the temple, and landed on the landing pad, breathing hard. Now, there was a picture of a mage battling a Naga.

"TWell, I feel like I am going to wake up," I stretched and yawned.
"Man, I woke up a long time ago."
"What?"

The dream faded, and I woke.

DJ Entry: I am Shark!

This is Shark MULTI-dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DEEP DREAM LUCID

I am Shark!
I opened a portal above my bed, a swirling pearly portal, and I got sucked through. I was in my temple, and there was someone else sitting on my throne. It was a shark-man. He had arms, legs, wings like a cross between a penguin's and a manta rays'. He was wielding a trident, and red boardshorts. I was surprised. He sat there silently, and grinned at me. I looked at Sarnox, he shrugged. I turned into a shark-man, with legs and arms, and grey boardshorts with yellow stripes. I bounded up to him like a dog, and smelled him. Raven appeared in the mirror, and so "Nomad?" loudly in my head. I ran in slow-motion, and turned to Raven. I spoke as if in a trance: I have a visitor, I said, and I turned into a large shaggy brown dog. I was a cartoon. The shark-man chuckled.
"Who is that?" she asked, and sounded like a thousand Ravens. Her clothes floated around her, and her skin was changing shades of color. Behind her was a background of bright orange flame. She had and aura that was changing colors, with every subtle change of thought and emotion. Her eyes were chaging colors, and looked like flame. Then, she looked like a 2D cartoon, cartoon cat Basara was next to her, all grey. He played a flute, then he changed into a grey 2D faun. His 2D body, rippled, and the flute's changed to Andean Pan pipes. "HAH HAH HAH!" he laughed fiendishly, throwing his head back. He grinned at me madly, and roared like a thousand entranced centaurs roaring into battle: Do I look like a cartoon?

Why don't you meet him?
I ran to the mirror, an all-light grey CG cartoon cat, in a cartoon grey robe with a grey rope. I grabbed Raven's hand, and said, "I don't know, why don't you meet him?" and I sounded like a thousand Nomads. I turned to Nomad, as she fell through. I looked like an orange muppet with a carrot shaped face, and beady eyes. I had a puff of brown hair on my head. As she stood, up, I laughed madly, "HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH!" and I became a creature of banyan tree roots with beady black eyes, I was wearing a big white shirt and hat, which kept changing color. "HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH! I laughed telepathically. The shark-man turned into a great white shark and swam to me in the air. I did the same. We turned into chartoon sharkmen with boardshorts and grinned to Raven, "We are brothers!" we said, with the voices of armies of sharks. Raven threw her head back and roared like a jaguar. Her eyes turned red, and her aura was the most amazing iridescent dark green flame in 2D around her. Her hood was exposing her face. I heard amazing d'n'b music. Basara's background was orange flame. He changed to a 2D Michael Jackson in his early 20's, and he his body looked like a black and white newspaper. His body rippled, and he started dancing. "Billie Jean" mixed into the song. Then he changed into a lion and leapt out of the mirror. He sat down next to Raven.
"We have to go get Allison," said Raven Knight, as she and Basara changed into cartoon coral people with crowns on, wielding tridents. They were shaped like cartoon ghosts. She pulled him to a background where they were swimming in a reef toward a mirror. Raven waved goodbye to us. Basara surprised her by yanking her back to the temple.
The sharkman laughed, "HUH HUH HUH HUH!" and he changed into a hyena man with red boardshorts with a green stripe on it. He had a pair of light green and dark blue bodysurfing fins in his left hand, and a spear gun in his right. Swim goggles were on his head. I had that strange emotion of awe and hilarity. He changed into a green giant cobra with glowing yellow eyes, swirling black. A pink tongue flicked out of his mouth. He swayed back and forth hypnotically. He roared: "WHAT? WON'T YOU JOIN US?" and he sounded like a thousand crocodiles and komodo dragons roaring, and a cobra spitting. Raven turned, and floated toward us. Her eyes were yellow and black swirling portals. She was in a trance.

Beasts
We were standing on the circle on the floor of the temple, which is a constellation map, and the shapes of the drawings are greatly represented in Aztec colored relief, moonlight shone on us through a hole in the ceiling. We all looked like his-res CG cartoons. Basara threw his head back and roared like a lion. Raven threw her head back, and roared like a jaguar, then, she changed into a leopard, and roared like a leopoard aurally combined with a tree crashing to the ground, loudly, telepathically.
The shark-man and I changed into grey wolves, and howled at the moon, Then, I turned into a coyote and yipped madly. The sharkman turned into hyena and yipped. Then, all four of us became a timber wolf, and arctic wolf, a aardwolf, and a tasmanian wolf. We walked around in a circle, and bit each others' tails. We ran and turned into a vortex of water. We were in an underwater temple.

In the Temple of Shark
Warrior Tiger appeared in the vortex. Silver wolf appeared behind her. "Ah!" gasped, "Warrior Tiger. "What 'ave we here?" she said in a French accent. We turned into little fish as to not frighten her. Raven was a manini, a white with with black stripes. I was an orange and white clownfish. Basara was a with clownfish with brown outlines of his clownfish shapes. The sharkman turned into a manini with brown stripes and started changing color.
Warrior Tiger lifted Raven to her, and said, "Is it not you, mon ami?" in a French accent.
Raven turned into a tiny version of herself standing in Warrior's hand, and curtseyed, saying, "Yes, milady." Warrior giggled and blew Raven off of her hand. Raven tumbled backwards, spinning like a statue, then stood, changing size as she spun back to match Warrior's size. They laughed and hugged.
Silverwolf swam out and looked around. She was a 2D cartoon mermaid with yellow hair. "Is this real?" she said telepathically.
"Yes it is real, and no, it is all illusion," I said out loud. She looked at me and gasped. I was a wolf with flaming red eyes. "Don't be afraid, no one's going to hurt you. This is all a dream. This is all just a dream. Find your center. Be where you want to be."

Silverwolf
Silverwolf closed her eyes, she touched her navel, and began softly singing. Then, she changed into a woman and opened her eyes with light blue skin, yellow eyes with purple irises and eyelids. Her pupils were huge. She had many tiny little teeth. She was wearing, jeans, black converses, a black denim jacket, and a dark faded purple tshirt with the name of an '80's rock band on it, and the picture of the band in the background. She had short curly brown hair.
She knocked over trash cans with her hands, an her arms grew. She changed into a purple squid (like purple blacklight), then a shark. Warrior changed to a purple squid, then green squid, then a glowing green shark.
We swam away from the wall, following the shark man. The were many pillars in three directions. At one point, the ceiling became so high, it disappared. "What is your name?" I asked the shark-man. I was now an orange octopus with an orange pattern, and I was swirling pale orange and white into the orange to mimic sunlight. He turned to us and grinned. We were all octopi, Raven was grey, Basara was purple, Warrior was green, and Silverwolf was greyish purple, with rainbow metallic pattern on her. We were all swirling light colors to match sunlight.

The False God
"I am Shark!" he said.
We swam out from under a giant statue of Shark.
"And welcome to my temple!" He became huge and then ghosted. He merged with the stone statue of himself, and stood up.
"I am also a false god, dreamwalker!" he said to me. He danced around and was a African Wild dog-man, swinging a large bone with feathers attached to it, and wearing orange and red feathers. He had make-up on his face: two white clay rings around his eyes, that changed color as he danced.
"You silly demigod people," Raven teased. Q was talking to her, but I couldn't hear him. "We have to go on a warrior quest," she said. I nodded. She created a portal that looked like a mirror with a pale golden flame. Her background was an adventure game. She was in orange castle. Basara was a bard with a lute. He was a pale beige cartoon cat with purple pupils and black irises. His eyes became spinning yellow purple and black spirals. They faced the mirror. Warrior and Silverwolf went toward the mirror. Warrior turned into a goat, then a female faun, covered in grey fur, with a goat's head, then a lizard's head, with a snake's tongue, but still covered in fur. Her eyes glowing pink. Silverwolf turned into a grew wolf and ran into the mirror. The other three followed.

I Sea
"So, what are you god of?" I asked Shark.
"The god of the Amazon, and the god of the sea! Well, not the whole ocean, but this part of the sea."
"I see!" I changed into a giant squid, and looked at him with a great eye. There was someone with me. Sarnox? He seemed to just be watching.
"I bite!" Shark changed into a sperm whale, charged at me, and bit me. I changed into a female sperm whale. I had on a blond wig and lipstick. He started laughing.

Sarnox materialized. "Lord Juargawn, you have a visitor!" he said.
We were instantly back in the temple of Nothing. It was filled with water. I saw Selene standing in front of the mirror, a grey cartoon cat holding a basket of fruit. She looked surprised.
The water disappeared. We were all wet werecats. Selene set her basket of fruit down. "Nomad? Where were you? I come here with a basket of fruit from the Biodome, and suddenly you appear with a million gallons of Amazon water! And who's that?"
"This is Shark!" I grinned.
"Oh!" she said, and bounded over to him, sniffing him. He sat on my throne, a sharkman in boardshorts. He turned into a statue. He said telepathically, "this would confuse them, huh?"
Sarnox and I started bowing to Shark.
"O Amazon! O Shark! O Amazon! O Shark!" we chanted. Selene looked confused.
Raven and Basara stepped through the mirror. I could see the dark stones of the tower in the background. "What is going on?" said Raven. Shark opened his eyes, and state dust came off of his eyes. We chuckled. Shark stifled a laugh and shook. A bunch of statue dust fell to the floor. We started rolling on the temple floor laughing. "Oh, it's a joke," Raven said. "ha ha."
"Wouldn't that be funny, though? It would be so confusing. People wouldn't no who to worship."
"No one would want to worship you or you," Raven said pointing to Shark and I.
"That's the point!" I said laughing. "That's why I am the god of Nothing."
"I love nothing. Mm. Delicious!" said Shark. "I had Nothing for breakfast this morning, because this is a dream!"
We started laughing again.
Raven said, "That was kind of funny, but not that funny!" We kept laughing. Raven did a healing spell on me. Little black things came off me, as gold was wrapped around me. Large beetles came out and ate up the astral ticks.
"Oh! Thank you!" I said. "But, that's not why I was laughing hysterically."
"I know. It's because you think you have an amazing sense of humour," she said dryly.

Confession of a False God
"I know, it's true! I confess!" I turned into a dark grey hyena-man cartoon. I was wearing blue shorts and blue shoes, and I got down on my knees and cried and put my hands together, begging for mercy. I was in a cartoon Mexican backyard in Tucson. Weeds were overgrown. There were faded toy strewn about, a faded red picnic table, and a pecan tree. Raven turned into a statue of Mary. It went from cartoon to real, except for me. I became a cartoon Jesus, with a white robe and a crown of thorns. I was nailed to a cross, with no blood, looking like a felt doll. Then, I had the Southern Cross constellation on me. The wooden cross and nails disappeared. Then, I turned into a winged god heiroglyph in a "t" shape. The stars came out from me, as I leaned forward. Then, we were back in the temple. Raven had her eyes closed, and her arms at her sides, her palms were facing me. Her aura was grey, and white and grey flat wide threads spun around in the aura. She was in a trance.
She opened her eyes and gasped. She looked like someone who just woke up in terror of an epiphany. "Hey!" she said, "you got me to mock religion. That's not very nice."
I turned into Otherme. I was wearing jeans, no shirt, and I had red spikes coming out of of me, and red hooves. I had a lion's tale with a red aura flame at the end. I had a red goatee red moustache, red eye brows, and red eyes that all looked like an iridescent red flaming background. I was wearing a thick fur vest, with the fur turned in. I was weilding a purple pitchfork that was round at the edges. It looked like a piece of candy. "Have you ever thought you might be Mary?" I asked.
"What?" asked Raven, as she turned into herself. "Samaramis. Queen of Heaven." I whispered.
"What?" she said.

I know you!
"Oh!" said Selene to Shark. "I know you." She turned into a great white shark and swam through the air to him. Suddenly we were back in his temple. He Shark turned into a great white shark and swam toward Selene. They bit each other's tails. They swirled around, and became a water vortex. I was seeing both temples at the same time. In his temple the constellation map was instead a picture of Pisces with two sharks instead of fish, biting each others' tails. They spun toward us, and we got sucked up into a vortex. At the same time, water filled my temple, then splashed out the sided, and Raven complained about getting wet. I was seeing two realities overlaid on top of each other simultaneously. I focused on the water one, because now they were diverging, and I was getting confused. In the other one, people were 2D cartoons of Egyptian heiroglyphs in an Egyptian temple, asking directions to the Hall of Dreams.

In another dimension, we were five fauns in a forest. Raven looked down, and covered her chest demurely. She changed into a sorceress in a green robe with a golden rope, wielding a golden wand. I was wielding a mace with a small hooked blade coming out of the end. Selene turned into a skeleton in a white Pope's robe, wielding a priest's mace. She was floating in the air with no legs, just a purple flame underneath her. Basara was a grey cartoon 2D cat, rippling.
Sarnox changed into a faun in a purple robe, his left fist enwreathed in red flame, then he is body changed to purple flame. He laughed madly. "HA HA HA HA HA!" He was drunk with power. Shark turned into a cartoon sharkman with goat legs, little horn, and poof of brown hair on his head, and little pointed ears that changed from blue white, to flesh pink. He was weilding a large shiny yet pitted axe.

Wraiths rode through the forest on horses. They were wearing dark green robes, and were flaming purple skeletons. They were on their way somewhere, to do evil. I hooked my weapon into one of them, and jumped on its horse's back. I slit its throat with my hooked blade. I tried to toss it off the horse, but it only fell halfway. It tried to clamber back on, but I bashed it with my weapon. The others stole horses. The remaining wraiths spurred their horses faster ahead of us. We chased them, and they led us to a small village of humans in the stone age. The lit fire to their homes, and attacked the people. We hunted them down, and destroyed the remaining ones. The people were terrified of us. We turned into dark elves, with dark purple skin, and black armor. We told the people we were their friends, but they cowered in fear. We rode up a hill and looked down at them. They were still terrified.

I looked at Shark. His background was his underwater temple. Then, I realized we all looked like shark people to him. I saw what he perceived. It was the same five people. Raven and Basara were coral people with little hummingbird-like wings. Selene and I were merpeople. Selene had purple hair with white streaks in it like a wig. I had purple hair like yarn. Suddenly I looked like a clay stopmotion animation person on a 2D backdrop. I rolled around on the backdrop, trying to go in it. Shark laughed.

I then realized that we can have the same dream, but perceive it in vastly different ways. I wondered how and why sometimes we perceive things so similarly, and sometimes not. We swam out from under the statue. Raven and Basara looked like clay coral people with pointed ears, and a green-blue trident, and a red trident.

Greetings, Fellow Dream Travelers

Hi,

This is just a post to introduce myself to new visitors. My name is Raven Knight and I am a dream traveler. By this I mean I travel to other dimensions in my dreams and interact with people there who are every bit as real as you or me. I have been doing the dream traveling for almost 15 years since my boyfriend and I discovered it through the teachings of a spirit guide. I have also been sharing dreams for almost that long. I shared dreams with my boyfriend and we traveled to many worlds and had some amazing adventures. When my boyfriend and I broke up I thought the shared dreaming was a thing of the past. I even started losing my ability to travel to the other worlds... until I found Seth W. N. Adams (creator of this site) on a dreaming forum and we started sharing dreams! Seth helped me renew my belief and ability to share dreams and travel to other worlds in my dreams! We have shared many dreams now along with some other users from that forum. There are too many similarities between our dreams to read them and not believe! So welcome to this blog, all believers and all of you with open minds ready to believe!

Message from a Dream Guide

15.09.2009

The Red Dragon Speaks (Non-lucid)

Zaphor DREAM my commentary

(This is an excerpt from my dream journal. My dream guide started talking through me as I was writing it.)
The dream was very vivid and The colors were crisp. At this moment I was semi-lucid. I think part of the reason I did not become fully lucid is because of how realistic everything looked. I think because of seeing sharp bright images during closed eye visuals while on mushrooms, my dreams have gotten brigther and edges are sharper. Before, my dreams were almost always dim and blurry, like when I walk without my glasses at night.
Semi-lucidity is strange. It's like you know it's a dream in the back of your mind. It's like thinking, "Oh, I just remembered. I was supposed to buy something at the supermarket. But, what was the think I was supposed to buy? I can't remember!"
When you am semi-lucid, you behave with dream logic. Dream logic is accepting everything you experience as normal, when it is strange. When everything is strange I think it overwhelms the mind. You are in awe. It's sensory overload, so you just simply react. I have been in this state in raves while on mushrooms, but I wanted to be. Last time I went to a rave, I was listening to dubstep and dancing with my eyes closed, I saw the soundwaves when I went into a dream state, and physically reacted to the music instead of trying to dance with the beat, I reacted to the beat. This idea of simply doing your first reaction to any given situation is a way to induce dream state. This must be done in only certain controlled or private situations. For example: controlled; moshing at a rock concert, violently instinctive movevement, but still controlled by not punching and kicking people, private; sex, you simply react and don't think about it much, but in the back of your mind, you are still in control, but mainly in control is the dream logic part of your mind which is basically the reptilian or sometimes mamallian mind. The dreams about killing, sex, eating, defecation, urination, being horny, hungry, tired, suffocation, drowning, dying, fighting, and concern over hot and cold, is the reptilian mind being activated, therefore the most instinctual and reactive, and most likely to be non-lucid.
Next are dreams of the mamallian mind. Dreams about war, mass starvation, rescuing children or animals, crowds all doing the same thing, hunting in groups, breastfeeding, live birth, mourning death, is our reptilian and mamallian minds being activated, the reptilian being contained inside the mamallian mind. These dream are easier to become lucid in. For example, you are breastfeeding a baby, and you think, "Wait, I don't have a baby!" or are in a war, and say, "Wait, I am not in a war!"
The reason I include war is because mammals do it. Watch shows on African mammals. Chimpanzees war with other chimpanzee tribes, and eat each other. Hyenas and lions will kill the other species, and not eat the carcass. War. Elephants mourn their dead. We know dogs mourn when their master dies. So, everything under mammallian mind is what all mammals experience. We have made war on other species to conquer the earth. We expand our borders, and eat whatever animals we want to. We kill the competition: lions, wolves, tigers, sharks, jackals, wild dogs, we have killed and ate entire species. We are the most voracious predators on the face of the earth. The whales made war on us, but they lost, because we just built steel ships.
Alright, next is the human mind.
You have a realistic dream about human things such as taking a test in a classroom. You are react emotionally to this environment, whose real world counterpart was originally created by people's imaginations. You have anxiety or some kind of focus on the test.
You may have a realistic dream of being in nature. If you are doing something that only humans can do, like hiking in boots, or partying with friends, you may not become lucid, because you are not in a situation that is not uncommon.
It's like this, mamallian mind dreams, dreams that all mamalls can have, are generally big events.
All the manmade stuff we live in, buildings and cars, make it harder to become lucid, unless we react with our enlightened mind.
By enlightened I don't mean more spiritually pure. I mean aware. When you are aware you are dreaming, you may have sex in your dream. This is not immoral, since it's all in your mind, and you are not making babies you don't want, or giving a disease to someone. This is impossible in a dream. You can kill whoever you want in a dream because you are not really killing anyone. Because of this, laws of morality do not exist in dreams, and if people are lucid, aware, enlightened, they are aware of the absence of morality, therefore spiritual purity does not exist. You may contact spirits while lucid dreaming, but this is just energy touching energy which is simply too weak for our scientific instruments to measure. When we have instruments strong enough to measure these energy signatures, we will see that spirit is actually dectecable energy.
The difference between the dream world and the real world, is that our actions in the real world have lasting results that affect others' reality. You can have sex with other people, dream characters, or real people, but no one gets pregnant. The dream world is a place that is created by everyone's collective dreaming, something like a mental version of the internet.
Once we can all have conversations with each other during lucid dreams, we will have created a planet wide telepathic internet, and our species will evolve.
This is why lucid dreaming is key to evolving as a species. We should tell people that we feel a connection with about lucid dreaming. I believe lucid dreamers are shamans. We can help other go lucid by making people aware that awareness in dreaming exists.
After shared lucid dreaming, we must move on to having conversations in dreams between two people, then having a shared lucid dream with three people, and get the third person involved in a conversation. This is key to evolution as a species. But, everyone must eventually do this, not just three people. Doing it with three gives the ability to have lucid dreaming conventions. Imagine going to a lucid dreaming concert, where people are on stage playing dream instruments created by their minds, and you can see the music coming out of the instruments. Imagine everyone there is a real person having individual experiences in the same lucid dream.
Imagine a sex fantasy where there are no consequences, such as a dream orgy. No one gets pregnant, and no one gets a disease, but everyone there is a real person because it's a shared lucid dream. Of course, there will be real world consequences to this, such as someone getting angry with you because you keep killing them in a dream, or having lucid dream sex with their wife.
So, as awareness increases, so does responsibility.