21-27.1.19: Time control, Hunters and Tsunamis

Night of 21.1.19

I seemed to have some power over time and was able to bring future events forward so that they would happen sooner. I also had some control over how soon I would make them happen: this was expressed in ‘i’s and the lower the number of ‘i’s, the sooner it would happen, relative to how long it would take to happen without intervention . I couldn’t make something happen instantaneously, nor could I create new events, only bring destined events forward. I remember someone asked me to bring forward a life event of theirs to 4 ‘i’s, and I warned against it saying it was too soon and it would take too much power on my part. 

Night of 23.1.19

A friend of mine had become an eco-terrorist. She dressed somewhat like a druid elf called Nissa Revane from a trading card game called Magic the Gathering. Somehow I also got caught up in her schemes and was tasked with breaking into an important building. It might have been that the syndicate that she had been roped into had a Magic the Gathering theme because my face had been painted black and then the emblem of a guild called Selesnya (also from the game) had been painted on my face over the black. I actually got caught by a guard as I was being lowered down to the target floor by wire. The camera (so to speak) was pointing over the guard’s shoulder and I was in shot. I showed a look of surprise, then closed my eyes and lowered my head so that the emblem was clearly visible to the guard. The guard took a moment to look at the emblem, presumably quite confused. Then I was lifted back up to the roof and we escaped.

Night of 26.1.19

I don’t remember much of this dream very clearly, but I was walking in some untamed wilderness filled with crags and forest and plains, akin to the environment in Shadow of the Colossus only without the walls of mountains. I remember scrambling down a patch of boulders, perhaps seeing a small settlement in the basin of some small hills.

It later unfolded that me, and a group of other people, were being targeted by hunters/agents trying to kill us. In the closing stages of this hunt the forces after us had resorted to chemical/biological warfare and sent a cloud of chemical/disease, represented by a red line, harrowing through the forest we were resting in. We fled the forest but the red line was fast approaching and agents were waiting for us in the clearing. One of our group took their phone and threw it at the line, which promptly caused it to stop but that person dropped dead. The agents also disbanded. Once they realised the cost of their actions they stopped and left us alone. 

Night of 27.1.19

I was exploring what may have been a castle that lead down by a set of stone stairs to a beach. I went down these stairs and stepped onto the beach. The tide had gone out very far, revealing the underlying coast. I squinted towards the horizon and saw a band of white and a band of blue underneath. My stomach dropped as I realised I was looking at an approaching tidal wave. I hurried back up the steps just in time to watch the wave crash against the cliffs that-not 30 seconds ago-I was stood at the bottom of. I shrugged and commented that “I guess I’m not going down there then”.

I walked around the base of the castle and promptly bumped into Hobo Johnson. I told him that I really enjoyed his gig in Bristol, he thanked me and commented on the castle. I then said that we were going to the theatre that evening and invited him. He accepted and got into the car with my friends and me.

In the car I was trying to find things to say to Hobo Johnson, “I remember you saying that the type of music someone listens to says a little bit about them” I started, I was going to say next “do you think it might actually show a lot about them?” but before I had a chance to say the last part Johnson had jumped in to talk about, pretty much exactly the question I was going to ask. I figured I no longer needed to ask him.

The next scene was at the theatre, I don’t remember if it was this theatre or not, but the room was triangular with the stage at the point. There were three sections of seats: two which followed the edge of the triangle down and a middle set that was also shaped like a triangle. The theatre was very full and we were fortunate enough to find seats together. A while after we’d sat down, two people appeared at our aisle. I looked up and it was Jessie and James from Pokémon! They too were looking for seats so we invited them to sit with us. They did, but true to form they also sent out Weepinbell and Ekans. This meant we needed two more seats which weren’t there anymore. In the end I think Jessie, James and Ekans all shrank down and sat on my shoulders. I don’t remember about Weepinbell.

Night of 20.1.19: The Spectral Hall

I was exploring what would best be described as a building that resembled a cross between a monastery and a mansion. Whatever purpose the building served it was giant, and now abandoned. I was stood in a square/rectangular courtyard which had six dilapidated pillars jutting up in a 3x2 formation. There may have also been a time-crumbled fountain in the centre, but I don’t remember clearly. As I was stood I saw a glimmer of something spectral, a flutter of a ghost, or some hint of the supernatural. I was spooked, so decided to leave the place for the day (strictly speaking evening) and come back another day (evening).

I came back to the courtyard again and the spectral something was more formed this time; or at least, its formlessness was more present: a slender being totally masked by a crumpled cloth that floated, faceless and silent, above the ground. I decided to follow it and it took me inside. I entered into a great hall with a lower tier in the middle and a step down to reach it. There were many side rooms and a large room at the far end. Similar in architecture to the Romanesque buildings I have seen in previous dreams, though this one seemed a bit more gothic. The whole place was desaturated too; the colour in this place was pale and dull and not like that of the courtyard outside. I started to hear whispers and hints of people and movement and got a strong sense of malice towards me.

I came to and from this spectral dimension a few times, each time exploring more and more and the whole thing becoming more and more real. One night I heard a voice resonate throughout the entire building that all subjects were to make their donations. The residents all mustered around a door leading out of the mansion. I followed them to a narrow path with a shear drop on each side. The path came to an abrupt end where a heaving, flesh coloured mass awaited us. This was the source of the voice we had all heard. The residents sequentially threw their offerings into the maw of the creature. Every now and then the thing would declare that the offerings weren't sufficient and that it required more from them. Some subjects would toss more gold into the thing's mouth, but others who had nothing left to give simply fell into its awaiting gullet. I got to the front of the queue and saw the hideous form more clearly. It had no eyes, nose or other sensory organ, it was simply a fleshy bag with a yawning gap cleft into it. I tossed some gold pieces down into it and its voice flooded my head:
"that was not clever, now you cannot leave, you will be forever my subject and I will forever require donations from you, I hope for your sake that you do not come up short". 

I came back again, this time with someone else. However, upon arrival at the courtyard, it was the same washed-out grey as the inside of the building was. I could now clearly see the spectre that I could only glimpse previously. It was hurtling around the courtyard telling me that I had stepped too many times into their world and that I would now be taken into it with no return. “the more you drink of our world, the more you live in it, the more you will live in it, and you shall not return to your own!”, that sort of thing. I asked my adjacent friend if they could see the flying spectre and they said they saw no such thing. Daunted, but not dissuaded we pressed into the hall.

Inside, there were phantom flames burning atop each of the now-repaired pillars, and ominious glows from many of the side rooms. My associate could not see any of this; it seemed this oppressive nightmare dimension was only perceptible to myself. We walked into the hall, them on the lowering step, and myself on the entry level floor. I then saw a great host of people, some with glowing red eyes, but all with their bodies in the same monochrome as the building appear in front of me. A leader of sorts sat up in the rafter and demanded that I be captured for sacrifice. The spirits, entities-whatever they were- gave chase and I fled. As I ran, more of them appeared in the side rooms and flooded out after me as well. Their leader jumped about in the rafters, keeping tabs on my location, cackling my movements down to the uproarious spirits that pursued me. Again, my company had no inkling whatsoever that this was happening, to them I was panickedly running around the hall for seemingly no reason. I don’t remember how that ended, but I wasn’t killed or sacrificed as they were threatening. I think it may have resulted in my physical form remaining, but perhaps I felt a compulsion to bring new people into this grey world of theirs.

Night of 18.1.19: The Shapeshifters in the Sewers

There was a species of animal that specialised in shapeshifting and transforming into other animals. I was able to witness a sort of “real-time evolution”. The animal walked -hunched over- on its two hind legs, had green skin and looked like a hybrid between a reptile and an amphibian. Its natural environment was a dark, underground waterway. I saw a Dark Souls-esque menu appear in front of one of the animals with categories the animal could level up in. For example, the present animal levelled up in traits to make it a better polymorph. Suddenly I saw another of the animals shoot down the central shaft that I was sitting by; it was either falling or crawling down the walls very quickly indeed. I wished it that these animals invested resources into being more self-confident and to be content with what they were, so that they no longer needed to shapeshift.

Night of 17.1.19: The Aftermath of a Party and Alien Visitations

The whole thing is rather hazy, but I was hosting an absolutely messy birthday party in a fancy bungalow that backed onto a manor. I was staying relatively sober because many other people were out of control and I wanted to try and reign them in. One party was hungry so they left the house and went to a supermarket to get food. I followed them.

At the supermarket the partiers were just grabbing food off the shelf and eating it. One person knocked an armful of jam jars on the ground which shattered and spread jam everywhere. Shop clerks looked on powerlessly as I made a list of everything they had taken and broken and promised to pay them back tomorrow; this was after closing time.

Earlier during the day, before the raiding party, and I think in the manor house, I was being a good host and asking people if I could get them any drinks or food. The head the chef from the café I work at was having a barbecue and I was making drinks in a conservatory through a set of swinging double doors. Our chef was already super busy cooking all the food that had been ordered and I was going round to see if everyone had everything they wanted. One lady (who seemed rather drunk already) said she hadn’t received her drink (despite not having ordered one) and also wanted to change the food she’d ordered. Her group was a few feet away from the doors so I popped my head through and told the chef she wanted to change her order. They gave me a baffled look. I don’t know how that scenario resolved.

Later on in the manor house, as the party had spilled into there as well, I was tidying a side-room when I heard a telepathic voice in my head say something along the lines of
“Long and far have we travelled across the reaches of outer spaces and how near you all are. We shall come to your location and repossess your bodies. You no longer need them” and I could see vague silhouettes of alien shapes in my head: one of them looked like a nautilus.
“I hope they don’t find me” I thought to myself “there’s still so much cleaning to do”. A later missive revealed their forms to us, they actually looked pretty cool.

I was walking through this manor house with a friend of mine, still in the aftermath of the party, she was saying encouraging things about how we’d get the house tidied and sorted.

She and I entered a room filled with men wearing suits. I guessed they were invited but they were not doing anything notable (avoiding cleaning the place up!). It was rather stuffy in the room so I went to open a window but was still conscious of the telepathic voices I’d heard and thought it best to leave them shut. Equally, when I went over to the windows the men told me it wasn’t safe and that I’d fall out. After a while though, one of the windows opened on its own and all the men cautiously started opening the rest of the windows. I gave my friend a puzzled look and realised I was holding a foil reprint of a Magic the Gathering card called 'Black Lotus' (notable because this card is worth a lot of money). “I could open a window with this!” I joked. One of the windows opened out very wide with no visible force acting on it, all the men let out a panicked gasp, perhaps someone had fallen out. Ultimately it was a non-threatening creature that had climbed out onto the roof and opened the window in the process.

Some days later the houses were still in states. I think we’d managed to at least sort the mess into different types at this point. Someone who wasn’t invited to the party arrived and told me they were going to hold a series of tournaments across a series of days to get the place cleaned up: the first day was for animal wranglers (suggesting there had been animals released during the party), the next day would be for competitive eaters, to get through the leftovers, then a fight (for variety?) except I would have to provide the champions for the fight. It was very confusing and I couldn’t my head round it in the dream. But it did seem like a good idea.

Two days later nothing had been done to tidy the venues.

Night of 16.1.19 Dancing Trees in the Pit of Mud

I was fighting against a giant purple head that belched out toxic gas either as a large expanding cloud or a homing bubble. I had a claymore type sword and was doing quite well at evading both types of its attacks. I ran in gathering my strength whilst dodging another belch to strike it with a leaping slash when I saw what looked like its oesophagus at the back of its mouth. I changed my attack and instead of the jumping attack I stabbed the claymore into its oesophagus and twisted the blade. This completely untwisted the creatures body leaving a large hole in the back of it. This felt like the lethal blow but I noticed its health bar was still at about 60% capacity. I suspected a second stage and wasn’t wrong.

All of a sudden, I was cast into a lowered, circular arena filled with about 1ft of mud. There were park benches here and there. I was directly underneath the ledge where the head creature was still standing, it was contorting and heaving and suddenly grew greatly in size. After its transformation it now resembled an ent made of clay. Some of its roots were hanging down the ledge and I immediately started hacking at them with the claymore. The severed roots fell into the mud with a “squack” and shortly after, about 6 human sized trees emerged from the mud around the perimeter of the arena and started to slowly dance around it. The large ent confiscated my sword so I was left unequipped to deal with whatever these dancing trees were going to throw at me. I found a large chef’s knife from somewhere and started hacking away at the dancing trees. They too were made of a clay/mud material. The large ent started throwing large globs of clay to each of the trees and they immediately patched up any damage I’d inflicted. I decided to focus down on one tree and intercept any clay that got thrown to it by striking it out of the air. This plan was going well until I broke the knife by slicing at a lump of clay. All whilst this was happening, there was some shuffle/stompy blues playing. A similar style to Filipino Box Spring Hog and Cold Water by Tom Waits.

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During the last passage of the tree fight, I checked the time on my phone and realised I missed the last train back to Sheffield so I somehow left the pit and went to a nightclub where two of my friends and a few other people were. One of my friends had been checking train times and advised me which train was best. He also validly pointed out that I may have missed the train today but I didn’t need to be back until 4 days from now so I could easily catch another train. In fact, my name was pencilled in on the train schedule, saying that it was actually pre-decided which train I would get. After this a blond-haired youth in a red t-shirt started dancing around the two of them. There was vomit down his t-shirt and he clearly hadn’t washed his hands after he'd thrown up, he was also very, very drunk. He was touching them both and insisting they danced with him, they weren’t having any of it so I went up behind the youth and put him on the floor in a body lock, encouraging other people to call the police. This wasn’t the first person I’d apprehended that day: there was another person who had taken MDMA and alcohol and was being physically violent towards someone.

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There was another part of the dream which is a bit hazy, but I had discovered two magic the gathering cards that formed a good combination: however when I told someone my idea it sundered reality and some interdimensional beings told me the gravity of my action, they showed me the disastrous version of reality that would happen if I kept along this path.

Night of 15.1.19: Trees, Shadows, Trickery and Contests

I was walking in Ecclesall woods (in Sheffield) keeping to the path you enter on, just past the fences of the houses. I had a torch and shone it on a silver birch tree to look at the close details of the tree. Suddenly the entire tree started growing pink, and eventually all of the other silver birches in the woods glowed pink too. From this I got the idea that all the silver birches were connected underground by their root system and the stimulus of light was enough to make them all glow. One nearby tree was upright but not alive and had two large-ish mushrooms growing from it. Here I also gleaned a little bit of what it was like to be a tree: the mushroom infected one told me its infection was somewhere between inconvenient and urgent.

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I was in a fictional garden with a group of people at dusk. They were discussing something when I saw a giant shadowy form loom into view at the edge of the garden, it looked like a cross between the final form of Metroid prime and the shadow creature from Stranger Things. I tried to snap people out of their conversation so we could deal with the thing, suggesting I go to the woods and ask the trees for help, but to no avail.

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Me and a group of people were sitting on the rocky bank of a lake. Again they were discussing some sort of problem and how they could deal with it. Suggestions were being shot down as soon as they could be brought up. I grew tired of the directionless babble so got up and left. Soon after, a thin man with white markings on his dark skin tromped over to their circle and listened to their plight. When the group had told him and asked for his advice he vanished. The camera then cut to me in a nearby shanty holding a rock with similar markings to those on the man’s body, I then realised that I had created an astral projection of this man and headed back to the rest of the group to reinforce my wisdom and magic ability, that they should listen to me. On my way there I grabbed another rock off the floor with the casts of worms on it, I said out loud to another group of passers-by that if the group I was going back to “didn’t like circles, maybe they’ll like-” I looked at the rock to see what patterns were on it “worms!” 

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I don’t remember the details too much of the final stages of my dreams, it was in an academy and there was infighting between me and a group of others, specifically one girl, as to who was best suited for a task. In the end I think she and I both tackled the task at the same time, realised we were both out of our depth and agreed to work together.

I’m not sure if this was in the same academy, but it was night-time now and we had a manor house to sleep in. Bedrooms hadn’t been allocated so people were just claiming rooms. Whilst people were claiming the biggest or the nicest rooms, I sneaked around to find all the secret rooms and slept in one of those. I think mine was at the side of the house, a small room with a French window looking out onto the estate.

Night of 13.1.19: Missing Whales and Eye in the Sediment

I had a dream last night that there was a rare species of coastal whale that had gone missing and I was part of the team to investigate. We went to a mudflat along the coast that these whales quite regularly visited. I have a distinct memory of standing in the flats, and seeing them shapelessly expand beyond sight: to say we were coastal, there was no hint of ocean here. But then again that might have been a contributing factor: perhaps the flats were drying out and the food source wasn't there any more. That said, there was no hint of any life here, it was almost as if it simply and catastrophically removed. We took some mud cores and other samples and returned to our field base. 

As I was walking outside from one point to another in our base, a voice came through on my radio: some of the scientists had found something and that they wanted all staff to come and look. I radio'd back my acknowledgement and headed down a set of gravel steps that lead through a small wooded hill. 

What I saw when I arrived where the researchers were oppressed me. It was a metal cube about one story in each dimension with large, circular, glass windows occupying the majority of each face. It was dark inside the container, I approached to see into it and immediately saw what looked like an eye made of sediment that filled the entire container. Its pupil rolled and contracted and I could tell it was looking at me. But there was more. It was clearly looking at me, it was conscious of my presence and I knew that it was relaying this information to something, someone, or somewhere else. When I looked into the thing I could see the coastal whales dying and their corpses being taken somewhere. I knew that this thing was part of a much larger, much more powerful force that was causing the disappearance of the whales. 

This dream was set in a Mediterranean clime and there was a festival going on. For whatever reason the Stables café had relocated to this place and I was working. Customers were coming around the till and standing next to me to place their orders and it made me very uncomfortable. Earlier in the dream, before the passage about whales, a customer asked me for Ridley, the main antagonist of the Metroid series to be served to them.

Night of 10.1.19: Surprise Exams and Sudden Performances

I had a dream last night that I had two exams tomorrow and was in a show the night tonight*, it was very stressful as I had done no revision for them, as I didn't know I had to do them, and would not be able to study because of the show I was performing in. Towards the end of the dream though I realised that it was a dream and that I already had my degree certificate

The setting of this dream was very lush and verdant, like Pompeii would have looked like whilst still standing, but with an abundance of plant growth and vines that hung down into the buildings. 

In my dream, when I thought I’d done everything for my Masters, I looked at my statement of results and the “credit achieved” statement at the top was not there, all my existing marks had gone from ‘confirmed’ to ‘provisional’ and two modules suddenly had exams. However, this didn’t match up in the dream because the exams I was doing were ones from my third year of undergrad: behavioural ecology and conservation and ecology of marine vertebrates. I reassured myself that I’d already applied for PhDs using my certificate and statement of results in the real world so I had nothing to worry about in the dream.

*Some dateless night ago, I had a dream that I was either in Musical Theatre Group  or with Act One in their final performance of a show and that I was needed as an extra. There would be no lines to learn or anything so it was going to be fine. However, once onstage, people started talking to me like I was the principal role and I had no such preparation so I tried to make things up as well as I could but judging from the crowd I was not even close to what I should be doing, so I whipped up the actors into “the big dance number”, hoping there was a dance number that they could produce to kind of save the show a bit, but it devolved into me -and a few others who were following my lead- doing some box steps but no-one sang and no-one else danced. It was a total disaster. 

Night of 7.1.19: The New Reaper and a French Holiday

I had taken on the role of grim reaper (involuntarily). I knew it was a person’s time because a double-decker bus would pull up behind them, but only I (and other people in the world of the dead) could see it, the reapee, so to speak, had no idea. I would touch the person to bring them into the world of the dead and then they would get on the bus. There was no body left behind (unless I couldn’t see it) after I claimed someone, so people I reaped would simply disappear from the world of the living.

two of my friends and I were in a barn-like room, I was still the reaper, but they didn’t know that. One was complaining that there was no phone signal in the barn. I said “you want to see no signal?!” and jokingly grabbed her by the arm and brought her into the world of the dead. This was represented by us both taking a step to the right but suddenly the room was a little darker and the other friend wasn’t there. I then realised that I’d effectively just killed them and had no idea how to undo it.

Later on, I was stood outside the building back in the world of the living, though I effectively had one foot in each. The police had arrived to investigate a series of missing people (that I had caused). They were speaking to two staff members from the Segway shop at Mt Edgcumbe, who realised I was the reaper and therefore causing the disappearances. I hastily left before they could tell the police officer they were talking to that I was the culprit.

My physical presence in world of the living seemed to fluctuate, but it ranged from absolute to the point where I could interact with objects and whisper to peoples thoughts, but not have a physical body. I was able to help a recently bereaved family do some tasks around the house by relaying messages from their lost member to them and by moving things around the house.

Next thing I remember I was on a ferry, whether to escape the people looking for me as the next reaper, or just because. There were a lot of French people on the ferry and some were asking me if I knew where they could find “un arbre de Bontemps” (literally meaning “a tree of good times”), I understood that to mean a Christmas tree and told them I didn’t work on the ferry, so didn’t know, but suggested the floor with a shopping centre in it.

Later on that day, there was a gig on the top deck of the ferry. I was at the front because I like to be at the front for gigs. The band seemed to be pretty popular based on how many people were in the audience. The band was also singing in French, so I could more or less keep up with the main message of the song but was missing the fine details. The band came to what I assumed was their ‘big song’ as the audience were all singing super loud during the chorus and I mimed along. During one of the choruses, the lead singer held the mic out to me and I was simply unable to sing any of the chorus and it stopped the show.