A five and a half page dream - now that’s intense. When you journal so hard that you wake-back-to-bed yourself, that’s how you know you’re doing Loagaeth magick. Another indication is when circumstances in your material life are arranged for the purposes of stimulating stuff in the following dreams. I use a pocket notebook for my dream journal as blue light in the middle of the night is not ideal, I don’t know how anyone could possibly want to type that much on their phone, and I’ve tried audio and currently prefer writing, partially for ease of review.
In the first dream, not the five and a half pager, I found myself in an underground tunnel, with my perception being like a side-scrolling video game. I could see myself as a 3D form in the space, but could only move left or right. I was going to the left for some reason, I think the opposite of what some others whom I did not otherwise perceive were doing, running through the tunnel, and then encountered a huge snake, the largest part of its body filling the entire tunnel. I began to run to the right, fleeing from the beast. I made it over to another doorway in the ground, went down into it, but then a great deluge came upon the environment and I felt unable to move, perhaps drowning.
The scene then reset. This time, I went to the right. I found the doorway again, but now it appeared like in a bathroom stall, and my perception shifted and I went around behind the walls fully in 3D space. I heard/sensed the beast approaching, and lucidity came over me for a moment. I decided to attempt to interact with the beast somehow. I floated over around the corner, and we both paused for a moment, registering the other presence. I then reached for and began to handle the beast, expecting it to strike, but it was calm after that and I continued to handle the beast.
I then climbed up out of this tunnel onto a snowy plain, mountains out on the horizon in all directions. I was taken aback by the beauty of the scene, lucidly aware that I was in a dream in that moment. In some places, my perception of the mountains changed, and they appeared flat and close to me in space, like a drawing of a faraway mountain. I found this strange, but did not linger in these thoughts as a strong impulse to dream journal overcame me. I knew there was a journal over by the treeline, and I made my way over to it, trudging through the snow in a quick haste. I found the journal upon a small ridge by the treeline, and could see another journal on the ground a short distance away. As I picked up the journal, enemy combatants emerged from the treeline. Some moved forward tactically to hold security towards the tunnel, while another two focused on securing me. No rounds were fired, but they quickly caught up to me as I was running and I just ate the dirt.
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In the five and a half pager, there was a similar concept of looping or resetting, with some differences. The location was the same each time, but once it was a morph, a rather radically different morph, and the circumstances, the people, the situation, was different each time.
Going a bit from memory here, the first scenario involved a character and a theme to the interaction with this character that I had experienced twice previously earlier in the week. The scene ended with the character transforming, while retaining their identity label, into the opposite sex, becoming a middle-old aged fat, balding man. For those who have seen the show, it was like that guy who Chuck saw eating a philly cheesesteak. There are various implications from this transformation, and from these recurring scenes with this character. The scene involved counter-manipulation, with my employing a display of misery to aid with deception and manipulation as my adversary was displaying and behaving off of what in recollection seems a mixture of fear emotions, perhaps with strong notes of despair, and hatred/malice. My display was effective.
The next scene was a morph of the location, my residence, albeit much huger and more luxurious. I’ve had similar dreams before as well, sometimes with the property being extended in some way, but this was a complete transformation while retaining that quality of “my residence.” Events transpired here which resembled commonly occurring events for me in the waking state, all characters present behaviorally statistically plausible. It once again ended in a bathroom. I don’t know what the deal is with fuckin bathrooms. I’ve seen some weird, dark and spooky, and ultra swanky bathrooms in my dreams. I genuinely don’t quite get this one, but I suppose I’ve seen quite the variety of bathrooms in my waking life, from dark and spooky to ultra, ultra swank. My dream servitor has appeared in a bathroom before, so maybe the bathroom is a secret gateway to another dimension. Who is to say.
In the next scene, a manifestation of a spirit was present while I was in my bed, feeling the strong impulse to dream journal. I began to recall while interacting with this being and feeling the energy. I was almost content to just go ahead and forget that dream.
In the next scene, I false awakeninged again. This time I sensed something was off, not sure what at first, but then realized my front door had been left open by another, apparently for religious purposes. I went to close it, wearing just my underwear (classic), when a relatively higher priest processed by, followed by the various laymen and such in ceremonial attire, as is done.
There was yet another false awakening. In this scene, two men were in my residence, one of mediumish build and the other burlier, one in my bedroom where I was, another off in the kitchen area down the hall. I wanted them to leave, but they were forcefully intruding. The one in the bedroom was perhaps the good in a good/bad situation, but I don’t believe there was that level of thought being put into this. The one from the kitchen came into my room after I was loudly, not shouting, but projecting, commanding them to leave. At this point or another it became apparent they were firefighters. The one from the kitchen came in with an aggressive posturing, and then reached into his coat threateningly. I said, what, really, gonna pull a gun firefigher? He then withdrew an axe from his coat, brandishing it with harmful intent. I thought, oh really, trying to best a swordsman with an axe are you? I then found myself with my old training weapon in my hands, tip pointing at the throat of my adversary, well within the danger space, in the center of that space, the axe off to my left. Perhaps my rustiness shows in that moment. I then observed that my weapon now had a hook on the end of it, and when my adversary went to take a swing at me, I disarmed him with a simple stroke. I was then holding his axe. For some reason or another I still considered him a potential danger and so remained cautious and alert. I took a swing and made a solid connection to the head, around the 1030 position if the head were a clock, and saw the gash made from my strike. He continued to move about, and I remained aware of both him and the other man still in the room, positioning myself so that he was off slightly in front and to my left while the striken man was slightly further forward and perhaps at 1215. I delivered another couple strikes to the kitchen man, connecting with each. The first man, the one who was in the bedroom when the scene appeared, then drew two small scythe-like weapons, brandishing them as though to throw them. As he primed himself to do so, my intention was to sweep them out of the air with my weapon. There, the dream ended.
I returned to sleep once again after journaling this dream, and upon awakening felt a sense of fatigue, and could only bring myself to retain and jot down some general impressions of the dream I had just had. I just went to read those few lines, and I can’t read most of the words, hah, so I suppose I should try and have a bit better handwriting.