Lucid Dream #1- The Very Old Room

Date: 11/8/2011
Total Sleep Time: 1 1/2 hours
Time of Day: Afternoon

I was dreaming I was at a party in some academical school attire. I was sleeping just after getting home from a Neurology appointment that morning, where I had been referred to an MRI/MRA radiology clinic for Saturday to see if I had brain cancer or something else.

I hadn't slept much the previous night, maybe 3-4 hours and had awoken extremely tired and lethargic.

I was dreaming as I said that I was at a sort of academical function or social at NOVA. In the middle of the dream, my thoughts strayed somehow to how the room looked like the Western HS Auditorium, and something just clicked. I yelled "I banish the dream!" and all motion stopped. I was consciously thinking during the dream- I could stop all motion of dream characters and faceless professors around me with a thought. As the dream stopped and I stood amongst the crowd, I forced the dream to get rid of this scene. I don't HOW I did it, I just yelled "I banish the dream" and everything instantly changed.

I was in a place I remembered from a dream that I had had years ago. I had not remembered the dream upon awakening, yet I realized while lucid that I had been to this dream realm before.

The room was of worked sandstone or limestone. To the north were two ceiling high doorways that led to a small drainage hole or sump or garden. Inside the room was a dirt floor and a sense of something very old and primal.

I could feel my heartbeat as a feeling of a pounding all around me. The room was rectangular, and the right wall was bare of any markings. However, the left wall had a large doorway with a wooden lintel around it that led- I knew- to a maze. At the end of this maze lay a small chamber with a scattering of bronze and brass toys and swords and shields. I had visited and traversed that maze the last time I had dreamt this dream. I had touched those very same objects and awoken with a feeling of extreme joy.

Now however, I felt that my path was not the maze. I had finished with that area of the dream for now. I walked down one of two small staircases to a lowered area of the floor. The ground was colder here, and there was a slight rain outside. Ahead of me was a doorway I had not noticed before that led into a bright and shining light that seemed self-contained in that the light did not spill out of the doorway or the area beyond. I remember looking behind me to the garden outside, yet the rain looked torrential and I shied away, walking towards the light. I walked without hesitation towards the light, and the next thing I knew I had awoken in my bed, unbidden and alone.

The light of the setting sun shone in through the blinds on a window, and I remembered.

Look Down

The world. So blue. So green. So rich with life.
A landmass. Birds flit amongst the clouds.
A forest. The calls of various avian creatures alight in the air.
A field. Sunflowers dance around the rays of sunshine.
A patch of grass. What makes this patch different from the many other thousand patches?
The blades themselves...stabbing upwards towards the endless blue above.
The blades lie below actually, in the earth below. A skeleton. Unmarked grave. A knight in shining armor, now tarnished and dirty.
The blade, one large thing that would dwarf all the blades of the grass above.
A King buried below its subjects.

Chu-Do (Lady of Hunger) & The Old-Atom-Bomb Dreams

The first dream, lest I forget, includes 3 others and I piloting large Gundam-like mobile suits. The cockpits are flooded with a clear liquid and we are sealed within pressurized suits, making it respond to all of our commands. There are these drill-like things on our heads that open locks with strange kanji on them, and we are shrunk down to microscopic size to infiltrate a secret base smaller than the tip of a pencil.

Later, I leave my ship near some type of prearranged location (after becoming large again) near Coney Island. I disembark and meet with the other pilots and myself from the past(there are 8, only 4 will make it through training to the rank of pilot), learning from the lead scientist that he wants me to set off an "atom" bomb before going back into the future, sabotaging the moon. At my questioning glance he points up to the moon, which is aglow with the thousands of people, buildings and structures of the Moon Empire.

I nod and go back to my ship, where the other pilots and I face down shadowy microscopic robots. We then board the largest robot we can find, and all of us perish except me. I am able to land on the largest ones motherboard and overload its CPU, splitting the atoms in its quantum computer and catapulting my back to the future where, carrying the damaged suits of my comrades I watch the moon flicker on and off before going dim.


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In the next dream, I find myself in a tent out in the desert. Me and a fair skinned oriental woman are preparing to enter an otherworldly place home to the Lady of Hunger, where we can learn forbidden secrets. The place resembles a 100ft tall rectangular structure with 3 large circular drainage openings 10ft off the ground. It looks as if liquid has passed through the drains before, but they are dry now. On one side of the short sides there are 2 walls that extend straight out from the structure about 30ft. There are 4 hooks near the summit of each wall, spaced 6ft from each other. On each hook is the naked corpse of a man or woman. There is a simple wooden door inset onto the structure here, with a placard above it that reads "Only once may the warmth of life pass through me."

My guide instructs me that we must take a different entrance, and we use a grappling hook to ascend to one of the drains, cut through with files, and gain the drainage works. As we descend into the den, which is of rusted steel and brightly painted wood, my foot brushes against a chain suspended from the ceiling and makes a twinkling noise.

A great, fat woman, unbelievably fat in fact, stirs up from the far side of the room. We hurriedly stuff our mouths with seeds from bags we brought, as the hungry forces in the chamber would suck the life from the seeds rather than us. The rule is to never speak unless you have something in your mouth. We apologize for disturbing the woman, called Great Lady Hunger, and I inquire as to learning the dark crafts of her knowledge. She softens a bit, and asks if I desire Gans-shur-kam, a ritual where my tongue would be sliced down the middle and "the shingles clipped off as it makes when folded over". I politely refuse, even though the woman tells me it would "place me closer to Chu-do, world of the hungry dead, than anything else."

Great Lady Hunger then shows me another visitor who arrived but a decade ago: a once fat man, bald and slit-eyed oriental, sits in one corner of the dank and dark room. He shivers and mouths strange words as one of his hands, covered in sores peeling and pooling foul, scribes obscene pictograms and words into a large book before him. He shivers in the warmth of the chamber, and all that I can make of his face is that he is silently crying as flecks of blood spill from his mouth as each individual side of his tongue writhes of its own accord.

Turning away from the grisly scene, I inquire as to the Lady's hospitality. She apologizes hurriedly and offers me and my guide sushi and varied pots of noodles. As the nuts in my mouth begin to wash away, I ask for her promise that the food is not poisoned, as it is said that the food of hunger is more greedy than hunger itself. She states it is not, and a green miasma lifts off of the food. As I replace the nuts in my mouth with the food and greens before me, she states that the food of hunger can also be thoughts. As I ponder this, she states further that to be polite, a promise should make a promise, and she desires for company. I promise to stay with her for a week, and I do so: never sleeping, never talking without food in my mouth.

Of my week spent with Great Lady Hunger, I learn many secrets of spellcraft both horrible and amazing. The great knowledge of the skeleton comes easy, yet at one point my guide attempts to take some food without asking permission. The food burns her from within, and she drops her nutbag with a clatter as she disappears screaming into the darkness. The nuts I have left now dwindling, I leave the chamber in a daze with a book similar to the one the man who was one with Chu-do was scribing. A gift for the gift of company to a hungry soul, a small dead dog follows me loyally out into the desert as the nuts spill from my mouth.

The Gamean Tree

I am sitting on a log with a bunch of other young boys as a large Hercules like man strides up and down the line calling out for someone to match the courage of Arcus Aurelios. I stand up as he tosses two boys aside proclaiming them to match the courage of a pithy nemeian scout. The rest of most of the boys and I follow him to a cliff with a huge olive tree growing out of the side of it. The man explains that this is the Gamean Tree, old with the weight of centuries. Growing on its farthest branch is a single fruit. The man explains that we must overpass the courage required to reach that fruit and retrieve it. Many of the boys climb out onto the tree courageously, but I stay back until I am one of three left. The man asks me why I hesitate, and I ask him the origins of the tree as the last boy plummets to his death to the sunbleached ruins below. He explains that the Gamean Tree was originally carved of Gaia's very roots, yet in its time under the hard sun and under the yoke of insects, it has become irritable and sunburned. Another boy falls to his death as the very branches shake under him. I run down the cliff a ways to retrieve some mud, and as I scale the tree I apply the cool wetness to its branches. Nothing moves. The tree is still as I moisturize it. I pluck the bright white fruit and bring it back to the man. He smiles and motions me and the other remaining two boys to follow.

The Wish

one day long ago,
a band of thieves found a cove,
filled with treasure so remote,
from orderly civilization to be trove

and a dagger wielding rogue found
a small jug or lamp full and round
among the treasure in a hoard
full enough to make him a lord

he uncorked the jug with fervor bold
letting loose the dark and wet smells of old
as a mist around him began to form
as the mist around the light did scorn

a great djinn rose to the ceiling
his power was so great, the rogue went reeling
in a tongue of lapis and silver he spoke
chanting the rogues freedom from the yoke

to the rogue he promised desires dual
for two of his promises to be made full
the rogue cried out in joy
and his look turned clever and sly

he wished for great power first,
over man and woman thus,
he wished for magicks terrible second,
to rule on high as King eternal

and with that the djinn did vanish,
his task finished, the dissolving mist of lapis,
heralded the bright new dawn,
for the rogue turned King of pawns

and as his soul was black as death,
azure it became in curious wealth,
he strove for knowledge and understanding,
sat for many hours under noisome tutors pandering

the sands of the sun,
black and fired became,
as the western kingdom,
wished for power of the same

and in the borders around,
that hellish circumference found,
the Antithesis of all was born,
to lead a people lost and forlorn

and from their soft and aerie perch,
the angels of above cried,
as heaven, hell and aether tied,
were cut off from earth

and without that heavenly host at call,
the men of earth were set to fall
till a champion rose up at last,
with blade slash and magicks that blast

and with power granted unto him,
by a spirit unknown to the above,
banished the evils that he once wore himself,
into the pages of forgotten lore

and as the heavens, hells and earths were again tied,
God came down in wondrous form to chide,
to congratulate and revoke,
the rogue who had broken free from divine yoke

and as he became a man once again,
the rogue was granted a single desire by God,
and the thought of power did cross his mind at length,
yet was banished summarily by an idea and nod

and he whose soul had been black,
and changed to lapis and back,
wished a wish to make his soul pure and white,
spoken in truest form, a language of starlight:

"Forgive Judas."