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raditus

Quote from: spike spiegel on March 01, 2016, 02:30:03
Who is AAR?

Sadly to say, he is a personal person to me. Person might not be the word to use, since I've ony met the man in Astral. I do not know if he was an actual travler or not, so, until I know more, and know his wishes, I am respecting his privacy as an unwritten rule and only use the initials of his name. I am not giving out his entire name.

raditus

"I want you, now."

Dream

I was in a bed, clothes on, but not shoes or socks. The guy was in my room, the one from that one dream a couple of days ago, that Dominate guy from England – before that dream got creepy. He had his clothes on as well and  wasn't creepy in this dream. I felt no fear. I was still his submissive evidently, as he gently had me tied down to bed. No rough tie-down scenario, just my arms and legs restrained to the bed I was on.

"I want you, now." He commands to me. He has a way of commanding; not yelling, but a definite authoritative tone to his voice. He sits on the side of the bed, bending over, starting to kiss and generally make out with me. I like this, don't mind this at all.

In the middle, I felt my Sacral and base chakras get warm and slightly thrumming. Kind of like what happened with that horror 'plug N play', but less violent and way less horror. It felt almost gentle and loving. The ropes or binding on each of my ankles, securing my legs starting doing the warm thrumming as well! I was surprised by this, but it was more of a relaxed, pleased surprise.  Then, someone had to call on the phone that was in my room in RL, waking me up.

spike spiegel

It sounds like you have a semi-benevolent incubus attached to you.
See you space cowboy.

raditus

I am not sure how to feel about that, the idea of something like an Incubus. If they're real, pretty neat other life exists other than Animals and Humanity.

But I've heard that Incubus arent real, meaning not a new form of life. It and Succubuses are thoughtforms etc that is made up (thought up) while traveling. Many people passing through make them tangible in Astral. Another thing I've heard about those was that they aren't even on the Astral, that they were something made up in ancient times so people coud try to get out of legally getting in trouble after being caught out in sexually immoral behavior.

I think that Plug N Play guy was an actual traveler who'd thought it was funny (or got off on) to hurt people and make them flip out. Unfortunately, he didn't count on person he'd started horsing around with to have started to learn energy work. 




raditus

March 2, 2016

Spaceship

(Dream?)

It was a night and I was in a derelict building, top floor. There were bunches of candles lit, everywhere and debris from apparently homeless people using this place as a crash pad. There was a large window, closed.

I go to pick up one of the candles, to see how much detail it has, versus my physical life, when someone demands to know what I am doing. I turn around, candle in hand, its flame illuminating a guy. He wasn't bad looking, gruff maybe.

"I saw all these candles around and wanted to see them, to look at them."

"Steal them, you mean." He adds in a sour, gruff tone, "So you want to be a common thief."

We get into a verbal row because of him calling me a thief, when I happened to turn and see something outside, through the window.

"What the hell is that?" I demand this, as I truly have no idea.

It's up in the sky, moving. "It" is a large swath of what looks like a huge plain of 'circuitry.' I get this sense that we are only seeing the bottom part of a very large spaceship! The lighting of the bottom part of this 'ship' varies. It some parts, it's red, green and some other colors. The lighting is soft, giving the colors a rather muted glow, more like pastel.  I hear people below, screeching their cars to stops and generally flipping out. The guy runs up to the window, leans damned well nearly out of it, wide eyed.

"What the hell is that thing?"

"The hell if I know!" I thunder, grabbing him back in, closing the window, making us both duck down and to the side.

"What did you do that for?" He demands.

"We don't know what it is, and here you are, right in friggin' view of the thing!" We hid there, for a couple of minutes, only chancing a few second glances here and there.

"It's not moving." He states. I peek up through the window, and see he's wrong.

"Nah," I begin. "It is; it's just moving real slow."

"You don't think it's looking for us?" He asks in some fear.

"Why would it?" I turn to him in disbelief, snarling the question. "We're just two people, out of everyone else."

"Maybe it was because we were fighting about the candles?"

"Candles," I said the word coldly. "If that was a spaceship, why the hell would they care if candles were mentioned?"

"Maybe because you tried to be a thief and steal some?"

I sighed in disgust, rolling my eyes and jumping to my feet. "Look," I say, opening the window. The thing had passed fully overhead, now only a softly glowing line in the far away night sky. "It's pretty much gone."

He comes up next to me, watching the leaving thing.

spike spiegel

#230
I would have tried to get abducted. And now a little tune: At first I thought that they were angels, but much to my surprise, they took me on their starship heading for the sky.
Come sail away! Come sail away! Sail away with me! Come sail away! Come sail away! Sail away with me!

Sorry, I couldn't resist.  :lol:
See you space cowboy.

raditus

March 3, 2016

Gate Song

Someone gave me a tambourine. I jingled it, moving outside my house, onto the porch. I jingle it, even tapping on the middle area to act as a drum.

"Omni," I began, intending to vibrate the Gate Words. The Gate words are a forcecraft spell for travel I've found on the internet years ago.  I see a light through the woods down the end of the driveway. I flip out, twirl around and dash up the ramp  to the front door. The light, I knew meant someone was coming up our driveway in their car, with their headlights on!

I tried the door, it was locked! I kept slapping the door with my open hand, repeatedly, hoping that anyone from inside would get the thing opened before the auto came up! Someone did, and I dashed in straight away.

"What's wrong?" They asked when they saw me out of breath and spooked.

"There's someone driving up." I manage. The person goes to peek out of the glass window next to the door.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah; I was on the ramp and I saw lights through the woods."

I woke up.

spike spiegel

Do you ever get lost in your dreams and forget yourself?
See you space cowboy.

raditus

I don't know exacty what you're asking, but I'll try to answer you.

I am always me in my dreams, or I find out via the rare body-swap dream that my mind is my own, but I am always aware my mind is supposed to be myself.

More often than not, I am wrapped up in my dream and I don't realize it. Other, rare times, I have lucid dreams where I am aware that I am dreaming.

spike spiegel

No, you understood me. I'm always myself in my dreams.
See you space cowboy.

raditus

#235
March 5, 2016

Poltergeist: The Legacy: Jump Scare

Dream

Somewhere, the Legacy from an old show called Poltergeist: The Legacy obtained an old sarcophagus. It was not shaped like a regular one, line a stone tube, a very large stone 'can'. There was a line in the middle of it, on both sides. This was how it was supposed to come open. The Legacy did not want to open it yet, as they did know what or who was entombed. Part of that decision was based on not wanting to accidentally destroy archaeological valuables, but another bigger part was that they didn't want to release something supernatural onto the world.

Dr. Rachael Corrigan is older, as is Kat, her daughter, who looks now like she is in her twenties. One night, while they are asleep, Rachael has a nightmare, feeling more to her like 'second-sight', showing Kat in deadly danger from some kind of creature that escaped from the sarcophagus anyway! She wakes up, runs to the rescue, only to find it was a trick. The thing uses her to get out of the stone.

Later, I go from seeing all of this like a new episode, to actually being in the action! I am at my house, the older Rachael and Kat staying over to hide from the thing while the team tries to track it down. None of my family are living there anymore, except for me. All of us are talking and turn to go into what used to be my sister's rooms. On the wall, in the air, is the creature. We had about an altosecond of registering this sight when we jumped, screamed and ducked back out into the hallway! When the creature didn't come out after us, we cautiously looked back in. Someone had come in sometime, saw the creature and killed it! Whomever had did it had cut it open, gutted it, then staple gunned it's corse to the wall.

"I friggin' hate jump scares!" I exclaimed loudly, in anger.

"You're not the only one," Rachael put in. Her voice was low and terse, ticked that someone stole into the house and killed the thing and we weren't even aware! She hurriedly got her cellphone out of her pocket, starting to dial it, "I've got to call Derek and the other; let them know what happened."

Mad Dog Flynn

Dream

I went to a few steps just below the Millionaire's Club. This was the same casino from Stand off (Whole Lotta Sole in the Uk.) I used the "Smash The Orb Trick" dream magic to pre-set stuff about myself there. The bank, the BIG money, everything. Jimbo and his sidekick amble along, bitching and moaning about the money they owe Mad Dog Flynn by Monday.

"Hey guys," I call out softly. They stop, eyeing me like WTF. "I hear you two owe M.D five thousand."

"How did you know about that?" Jimbo asks cautiously even as they both come up to me.

"I can get you the money, right now." I turn to the second kid, "No cost; you lot don't have to pay me anything back."

"Nothing?"

I make a dismissive gesture and sound, "Not a thing." I look around, then realize something, "Can you guys direct me to the nearest banking thing? I'm new here."
They walk with me, directing me along.

"Say, you're an American." Jimbo speaks up. "Are you related to the pawn shop guy?"

"What pawn shop guy?" I ask, playing dumb.

"Oh, he's some American working in a pawn shop." The second guy points down the street. "It's down that way."

"Ah, ok, thanks." I reply. I happened to look back the way we came. Mad Dog himself, still a far ways back, came walking over the hill we've just come down. I turn back around. "Eyes sharp," I mutter. "M.D's back there, trailing us." Jimbo glanced back quickly, uttering a curse when he found out I was right!
"That's it," The second guy speaks, pointing. "It's got one of them ATM things for tourists." The store is off the main road, looking nearly like a smaller and tattyer version on Fastop! We duck inside, quickly headed for the machine.

"Dollars or pounds?" I asked Jimbo.

"What?"

"Does M.D want his money paid back in American Dollars, or pounds?"

"Pounds."

With Zoe's help, I quickly withdraw the changed over money from 'my' bank account totaling five thousand pounds! I quickly take my backpack, shoveling in the bills that came from the machine, plus a little extra I drew out for myself in American change!

Within the nick of time, as luck would have it, Mad Dog Flynn strode to us trio straight away, with a look that told us he wasn't  used to people playing games with him, nor would he tolerate it!

"What's going on here?" He demanded in that gravelly Scottish voice of his.

I had him the sack full of money. "Sir, Jimbo's money is all there, all five thousand." He shot me a disbelieving glare even as he opened the sack up, looking it. He quickly closes it.

"You lot are all coming with me." He grumbled. "I'm having my crew count it at the casino; I am not having any one of you cheat me."

"Understood." I mumble as pushed open the door, the last to leave.

@ @ @

We are back in the sunlight, heading back the way I came. Mad Dog made me carry the bag. He made Jimbo and the other guy walk in front. This was in the event that they tried to pull a fast one. I was made to walk beside Mad Dog, under the same reasoning.

"Making me walk instead of taking my ruddy car." I heard him mutter. It was just venting, we weren't supposed to hear, but I did anyway. We get to the familiar blue frame of the Millionaire's Club. "So why'd you do it?" He asked me.

"Do what?"

"Pay their debt?"

"Because I know how it is in their shoes. Not with gambling, but with other stuff." I didn't want to say with legal stuff. "So I figure I help them out and save them a whole lot of trouble."

"Get in," Mad Dog kind of snarls at us. I was about to go, but turn, blocking him from joining us.

"M.D, I am very sorry about your car." I add hastily, "I did not mean that as sarcastic; I really had no idea you'd started following us until later."

I turn and go in. Mad Dog pulls ahead of us trio as we get near the backrooms. I know for a fact he has to be buzzed in before we could come in. In the dim back gambling room, I hand Mad Dog my stuffed pack. We get right to the game table where Jimbo was given the ultimatum. Mad Dog's crew stiffened in posture when Mad Dog dumped the pack upside down, all the pounds spilling onto the table! Several of the crew eyed the scene with incredulous looks. I recognized only about two of the crew from their looks; I never did remember their names. One was a tall, skinny guy with reddish, long and curly hair. The other guy was one that sharply reminded me of Bobby Munson from Sons of Anarchy in the way he acted like Mad Dog's secretary and kept finances under control.

"You lot," Mad Dog began to us, "Sit over there. You're not going anywhere until we get this money sorted." The over there we had to sit was a row of seats, four, that were small plastic affairs. They reminded me sharply of the rows of seats that were on one metal frame in the main office. I had a sudden chill; we were in the main office, potentially in trouble with the big boss. Only thing is, if we got in trouble somehow, we wouldn't be suspended from school, we'd be expelled from life!

There wasn't much for us to do just then, except for being terrified short of going bathroom on ourselves. I knew the money was legit, but I hoped to everything Jimbo and his friend wouldn't, out of fear, doing anything else rash today! While Mad Dog stomped around from time to time, glaring at me, the team got done the money sorting.

"It's all here." The 'secretary' said. "Every pound he owed you."

"Is it legit?" Mad Dog asked. "Are there any fakes?"

The tall guy held the last note up to the light. "Nope; Every one of them is good."

Mad Dog made a chopping motion with his hand, "You're paid up." He added, "Now get the hell out of here." Us trio damned well nearly made a stampede for the door out of the back room.

# Sometimes I do this, I will watch TV and movies, and figure "What if those events didn't happen? Or happened in different orders?"

Then sometimes I go to bed, then my mind does this, making these scenarios up. Usually with me in it, having all of this information in my head even then.

raditus

March 7, 2016

"Interesting."

Astral

I did a 'willful' Ap, meaning I set out to do it. I ended up in in this huge area. It was dim, but not too much. Big area, but indoors. Circular area and there was scuffed floor that seemed to be Hardwood. Groups of people would walk around, as if they were busy – like this was a massive work place. The groups were, admittedly, far and few between.

I stood off, watching, not wishing to interrupt anything. I saw AAR himself walking along, dressed in his usual clothes, alone. There was also one other person alone, walking. AAR was far behind this person, but seemingly following behind them. This wasn't what caught my eye as a priority, however. Across the way, ducked down, laying down was a massive insect.

It wasn't a insect in Human terms. I knew this instinctively, this was a huge astral insect. Full height, I could tell this thing would measure height-wise at around at least twenty feet. It's width of it's body was nearly akin to a cargo truck, with the cargo intact!  As it was now, laying down to watch the smaller 'humans', it was only about fifteen feet high. The main body looked exactly like a Nerubian Assassin from World of Warcraft. It had none of that added armor, and it's legs were much skinnier and longer. It didn't even have that armor horn on it's head. It had it's wings, but starting at the two main 'arms', it wasn't an assassin. It was like a cross between one and a praying mantis. The 'mantis' head was about the width of a Tank, the compound eyes about the size of DirecTV dishes! As I stared at the eyes, I realized even its eyes had that strange light effect to where you think you see human like pupils inside the fixtures!

AAR approached the person from behind, getting closer. He wasn't sneaking around, but approaching quickly, confidently! He got right up behind the person and what happened next was nothing short of terrifying. He opened his mouth much, much wider than any Human could managed. He quickly stepped on his tip-toes, ducking down. His entire mouth engulfed the other person's head from behind. AAR stood to normal, rearing back slightly. The 'insect' actually cocked its head like a dog, still staring down at the scene. The person, too startled to even scream in alarm, was suddenly tilted upwards. With AAR's head reared back, he swallowed them quickly, like a snake or slurping down a noodle. I just stood off the the side, even turned shocked by what, and how quickly it happened! Not even looking over to either side, thus missing me and the insect, AAR turned around abruptly and walked off confidently like nothing had ever happened!

"Interesting."

It was in my head, loud but without being unbearable. This voice sounded male, but without any accent or affliction. Somehow, I knew this to be the insect creature. I knew what kind of monster AAR was.

"You don't want to go after him." I warned the thing. I don't know if it heard, but it seemed to look at me, turning it's head. "I know this firsthand; He's a monster. He will eff you up."

The creature looked the way AAR had left, then at me. Then, without any further ado, flapped its wings, carrying the entirety of its bulk into the air. Presumably taking my advice, it flew off the other way, leaving the area.

raditus

March 10, 2016

Standing On The Bus

Astral

In RL, I was in transit back to my hometown via public bus. I decided, since the bus ride was fairly quiet as there was only one or two or more people on it, to work on my meditations and Chakra work. I did, and this had this strange idea.

I did what I usually do when laying down in my bad at night to induce a willful AP. I did, and I made it out of my body, while still sitting in my bus chair. I phased through the roof of the bus and made myself stand on top of the bust, straight and tall! I stayed in RTZ, seeing the traffic around us zooming by and the scenery - farms, houses, businesses, etc.

After awhile, I slowly popped back down through the ceiling right above my body and sat down in it, ending the travel. I am very happy with this, as this was my first attempt that I remember in a fairly public setting.

raditus

March 11, 2016

Writer of Anarchy


My dad was still alive, his bed on the side opposite our fireplace. The sun was shining into the room as it always used to do before we got shades. He wanted a pad of paper and either a pen or pencil because he was bored and wanted something to do. I gave them to him and he wrote stuff down. He called me back into the living room after about an hour. He wanted me to read, aloud what he had written.

He wrote a story, based off of Sons of Anarchy. The strangest thing was that as I read it aloud, the characters actually appeared and did their lines he wrote for them, kind of like a hologram from Star Trek or something. I was astounded, but when the story ended, they remained. Turned out my dad didn't know it, but he had a superpower to make characters come alive, to be flesh and blood from whatever he wrote!

Jax, Clay and Bobby Munson had to crash with us in the end.

raditus

March 20, 2016

The Pain Pill

Astral

Before I did AP this night, I had a killer toothache, for some food went where it shouldn't have.

I went to the UK in astral. Met up with some people, chatted fo a bit. Told them of my toothpain I am having. One went aaway out of the area, came back with a Ibuprofen pill. I thanked them and took it, mainly to see what would happen.

Left AP after fifteen minutes. Toothache was completely gone, as if I had taken a pain pill in my physcial body.


raditus

March 25, 2016

"I haven't Seen You  In Years!"

Dream

I was outside, doing a food errand sojourn up at Fastop. There are two roads near there, the road I live on. The second, it's across the fairgrounds and it's a major road. The road I am on continues until it round a gentle bend straight to one of the intersections. But in all the years my family used this road to go to the store or to catch the passing bus near there, we've always used the shortcut joining the two roads straight through. It is this long, blue colored stretch of asphalt; it was the actual driveway for the Fairgrounds itself. At the other end of this road was a red car barrier, making of metal pipes. Walking people, such as myself can walk around it though, as it was only installed to keep people from driving cars through.

Irl, I can make this walk normally. It takes about 45 minutes to an hour, but I still got energy to spare. However, in the dream, I am wiped out this early in the errand! I have to postpone walking around the car barrier, instead sitting down on the Fairgrounds asphalt. I sit there, slightly panting, trying to rest and fully catch my breath. Everything feels in detail, and sounds like it took. The sunlight hitting my body, the asphalt under my feet and legs, the feeling on the book bag strapped to my back, the cars whizzing past me, even the sound of the traffic and everything else.

A blue, familiar car passing me fairly slowly, but I can't rightly remember where I'd seen it before; I was that exhausted. I heard it far behind me now, slowing. After awhile, someone walks up to my right, but on the other side of the car barrier. I look over and up, and I feel dread now, deep inside my heart.

Sheriff Lucas Buck is standing there, looking down at me. "Well," He says dryly. Then laughs a bit in shock as he adds, "I haven't Seen You  In Years!"

"Been busy, man." I say unapologetic as I stand, however laboriously, to my feet. I steady myself for a few minutes, still chilled at him being there! Masking my unease, I say nothing further as I start to march towards the direction of the store.

Lucas's quick strides bring him to my side. He stops me quickly, grabbing my right arm and sharply turning me to face him. "We haven't seen each other in years, and that's all you got to say?"

He sounded both irritated and disbelieving at the same time. I just stood, on the side of that road and glared up at him. I actually wanted to reply to him, "And what did you want me to say? Thanks for stalking me for a couple of years?" I forced myself to forgo this comeback knowing that any reply from Lucas Buck to a statement like that would not be good Suddenly, I found Lucas kissing me on the mouth. Not forcefully, but tenderly. A peck, but longer than that.

The scene changes, and I am completely in my hometown now, on foot. The only reason I knew this was because I was walking in a cramped neighborhood streets that the public bus that I frequently have to take into town uses in its route. It feels like the same day as when I met Lucas back at the convenience store. Nearly same amount of sunlight, and same temperature.

Over all, it was a good day, with a lot of people doing stuff outside, in front of their houses. I realized quickly that while I had the same clothes on, I had no backpack on, as well as no shoes! I felt the detail of the asphalt under my bare feet, as well as the sidewalks when I chose to walk on them.

At some time, Lucas is walking and finds me walking. It had more of a since that he was looking for me. We walked along, just chatting, sketching out vague things that happened in our lives. I am not too thrilled with him walking next to me, but keep my opinions to myself. Later, I believe I ditched him successfully, as I am wandering around without him in tow. I hear a bang sound and am startled, whirling around to my left. All it turned out to be was some guy under a red Mustang that was put on jacks in his yard, to the left of his house, fixing it. I walk to the end of whatever road I was on. It technically is a dead end, as there was no road. However, it was a sheer plain of grass that I could walk on, however barefooted I was! I looked back as I started across the expanse of grass, and could see cars moving along the road behind me, the drivers needing to get to wherever they needed to go to.

^This is a little backstory explaining stuff. Years ago, I had nightmares that some Sheriff guy from a TV show I watched back then (90s or so) would come after me. In the first dream, I went to that reality (2003) from my own and made it to the town. Then I came back to my own reality. So, my nightmares (Which weren't that frequent, only maybe two or three every half a year) consisted of some strange thing where he used his powers to randomly go to different realities, trying to find the one I was in. It was sort of like a dream in a dream, as in my main dream, I would have the nightmare of him going to another reality, but the closer he got to finding the correct version, the dreams would slowly get more detailed. Nothing x-rated, but it was the sheer creep-factor. The dreams-in-dreams finally stopped with the last one being a couple of years ago.^

raditus

March 26, 2016

"Sacrilegious!"

Astral

I was outside in the woods, running from someone. I was cresting what looked loke this hill. I get to the top and fall in. What happened was there was a hole, big enough for anyone to fall down into. I did, it being a straight ten foot drop.

I was on my butt in dimness, on a dirt floor. I get up slowly and my mouth drops at my surroundings. Lately, I've run across, in astral, two very big entities, of the same type. They look human to start with, but their insides are cavernous! I've hung out in types like that before. This place I fell into was nearly a replica of the insides I was in recently! The only thing was, my new place wasn't made from the creature's 'body', it was a crude representation - much of the biological alien-like look had to be done in sharp, earthen details - as someone carved out this place from rock and soil! I heard yelling and ran back under the hole I fell from. Far above, I could see the face of someone peering down.

"Are you okay?" They called down in concern. It was the guy who was chasing me!

"Fine," I call back, "The floor down here kicked my backside - but I'm not really hurt." I saw he was getting read to go in! "No, don't do it! The fall is really-" He fell on purpose, landing with a pained grunt as his breath was driven from his body. "You idiot," I began in exasperation. "I told you not to, but you had to be a superhero, didn't you?" Even as he clambered to his feet, I handed him his greatsword he dropped on the way.

I turned around, grabbing a lit torch from a nearby sconce, there were lit torches everywhere in her from what I could tell, then marched off to find the others caverns which I had a funny idea were in place. The man followed me, gazing around even as I stared around with wonderment. Some of the offshoots, I remembered running into and ended up making friends with some of the Fauna. And yeah, these things were so huge, they had their own 'ecosystem' within themselves! I am astounded that someone did this, very damn well made a temple  out of it! Speaking of fauna, it was fairly empty, it just being the guy and I here for now. It made me nostalgic for the real thing, with the different creatures walking around, some sentient, some not.

"Sacrilegious!" I heard the guy, who was off to my right mutter in anger. I shot a look of shock over at him and he returned my look cooly. Why would he think that of this place? Then it hit me; he might have been the same type of astral creature! I decided to not say anything about what the place was a model of, until I could see if he was hostile or friendly, at least. 

"Well, I think it's awesome." I say, a tad defiantly. I walk on with him in tow. "It's cool that someone took their time out to create something of this magnitude."

There was a huge wall, but I knew, from before, that this wall didn't extend to both sides of this cavern, there was little paths on each side for the Fauna to walk around and into the next cavern. A huge motif of a eye was carved into the huge 'wall'. I knew this. The other one, which approached, the sclera of the eye carving would turn yellow. It was a huge doorway, useable only big certain bigger Fauna. The 'iris' would dialate, opening.

"And how did you know that?" The man grumbled, coming up next to me. I realized that I was mumbing about the eye-door, the colors and everything! He looked over at me, eying me with a sly look I wasn't sure I'd liked.

"It would be awesome, though - wouldn't it? To make a color coded door like this?" I said this to try to make it look like I was getting ideas for inventions. I don't think I was successful, as his sly look didn't go away even as we made our way into the next chamber. There was blue stone tunnel that made me stop short. I was stumped, I never got this far.

"I don't remember this; I never got this far." I stated aloud.

The man stood, rigid next to the tunnel. "I'm not going in." He stated with an adament tone. I shot him a scathing look.

"Thanks a lot." I muttered to him before I waked through the tunnel. It was a long tunnel, all made up of the same blue weird colored stone. It finished at a huge chamber that seemed to have an altar of some sort at the far end. There was someone there, with their back turned. I apporached and they turned to me. It was some giant guy, seven feet tall, wearing armor! From the inhumaness of his face, this was the only Fauna-like thing here! He withdrew a huge sword, bigger than my 'friend's'. I talked him down, saying we'd be friends too.

raditus

March 28, 2016

Danger, Storms, and Power Outages

I had escaped with a team from a dangerous area during a storm. I had my suspicions about which people this was. My suspicions were confirmed when at my house, I saw Bill Nelson, character from a movie that this dream was loosely based on. (This dream took place in an AU. Meaning Alternate Universe of what actually happened in the movie.)

Bill was a natural leader and inspired confidence in me and the rest of the team. I was actually happy as bonk he was the one who was nominated to run our group! At my house, back in America, were were sitting in our kitchen around the big wooden table. We had a meager meal, not being able to risk a stove meal, as it was storming very heavy and the power could cut out at any moment. We were discussing on what to do tonight for sleep.

"No one is to sleep near the outside doors or windows." Bill put in. "And a few people need to stay up to guard against the Ragers. There has to be a changing every few hours."

"We need flashlights on hand, us all." I put in to Bill. "My nightmare is that during the night there will be a power outage. If the Ragers tracked us down to capture us, and we wake up to Ragers in the house, in pitch dark – we're done."

Even as I spoke, I actually had the 'daydream' of this running through my head, getting chilled! Bill agreed and everyone finished their meal. I got up, wandering to my hall. There was a heavy report of thunder, the hall light shutting off, then quickly turning back on. There came loud swears and curses from the kitchen. I went into my mom's old room and stood in the middle. There was a light back on the large dresser, lighting up the whole room. Both windows to the outside were pitch black, it already having been nighttime when we came back to America. The room was a bit more cleaner than it is in RL, another newer queen sized bed back in the room. I stood in the middle, turning myself around slowly in one spot, eyeing the room to see if it was decent for this emergency, for a good bulk of team to share to sleep in for tonight. Even as I took the sight of the black windows back in, punctuated by blue from the flashes of lightning, I got a sudden mental impression that the second Controller was the one who was spearheading the capture group that came to America after us himself! The thought that he could be waiting in the storm and woods, in the woods in the backyard, spotting me through the room windows scared me!

Bill walks in and we chat for a few seconds. He is satisfied that we are going from room to room, securing them for the emergency shelter. I leave the room, satisfied myself that we all made it from the UK, from that nightmare in one piece!

raditus

March 31, 2016

The Kid

Dream

I was in the kitchen, near the computer corner. There was this small kid, about six or seven. They wanted to run through the house starkers. I was sitting on the floor and the kid, not paying attention runs past me. I snag it's arm, forcing it to have to turn to me.

"And I said no." I say, actually using the so-called mom-tone.

The kid's eyes widened in betrayal! I gazed at it in shock. The kid's skin color was corpse gray. It's face slightly resembled the face of a guy in astral I met up with a month or so ago and made love to – even down to his facial expressions and eye color! The kid then, outvoted on being starkers, run under the computer table and crouched under it, sobbing! I was emotionally gutted at making the kid, no matter what parentage it was, sob like that!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." I held my arms out and the kid ran to me from under the table. The kid was nude, but had no nipples, nor genitalia! I wasn't freaked out, instead holding the kid to get ready to get off the floor to find clothes for it. I was wearing my Redskins Football shirt, the kid suddenly finding the words and logo across the front interesting, patting it with its hand!

raditus

April 1, 2016

The Thing

Dream/astral

I was outdoors, talking with "my dom" guy from England. I think we were supposed to be in modern day Nottingham or someplace. Tamryn was with us, talking as well. Something goes messed up and I can start feeling my body laying on my stomach back in my bed at home! It stunned me, as I did not mean for myself to launch to astral. I could feel that sensation back a month ago during my last 'dream', when I felt the gentle warm energy bands around my ankles. I felt my legs start to go funny this time as well. It felt like Sp was kicking in just now, starting just above the bands of warm energy, starting to course up both my legs.

I idly picked at something just below across my wrist in my dream, with that funny mental feeling of being 'scatterbrained.' I pulled it hard, a little too hard. There was this small noise, a drawn out wheet!  It wasn't overly loud, just something about it that set my teeth on edge. I looked down in my hand to see what I'd pulled off my arm. It had the thickness and build of an adult Slug. It didn't seem to be moving, or feel slimy. It felt like nothing, like I was holding a clump of air, but the thing was there. No slime, but the thing was brilliant looking and see-through, almost like a strange organic diamond. I handed the thing to my guy, who took it from me. I was sorry that the noise it made could have been a noise of pain!

"Sorry," I muttered, "That I pulled it too hard."

The thing is, right when I pulled it off of me, the bands of energy went away and what felt like encroaching SP stopped.

raditus

April 2, 2016

The Place In London

I was in this big area, like a small town or small city. My mom was with me and we were looking around and shopping. There was this huge building and we went in. It was a like a modern day museum and gift store in one, and we looked around. Mom and I went our own ways in the store thing and I found the rest rooms. I was thinking on getting the plans for this place, to remake it at home for us to live it. Then I threw the idea away out of my head. Mom wouldn't approve of the place, as with her hip and all having trouble.

I got done and left restroom, to stand at one of the windows leading to the outside. The busy street beyond was laid out almost exactly life the town proper of my town!

raditus

April 18, 2016

The Island

Astral

After a dry spell for over TWO WEEKS of not being able to AP, I woke up to find myself about to Exit. I did exit. I took the form of a bird, and while flapping my 'wings, I flew above an island surrounded by water.

I found out, while looking down from above, that I had ended up in the Star Wars universe, at the point that Rey found Luke. I landed not too far away and watched the scene, to see what happened after Rey presented the lightsaber to Luke. Luke got ready to say something to Rey, then looked over at my bird-self. I forced myself to look at them both, moving my head around in the jerky ways real birds do. I 'cawed' once, then jumped up, flapping my wings, flying away.

raditus

April 24, 2016

Flight And Conversation

In RL, I had picked fresh Mugwort. About a night later, I took some of the leaves and ripped them up into little shred, sprinkling the pieces over what I had to use as a pillow, leaving the aroma of Mugwort no matter where I turned my head for sleep. I did this, knowing firsthand about its effect on dreaming. I wanted to see what would happen in Astral. Doing this, combined with the normal version of the QH 10 minute OBE sound file, I had no problem exiting almost straight away! I also combined these measures with my 'image dipping' gift that I've started using for Astral Travel.

I made myself go to the location of a dockside Warehouse that I've been to before. It's the one with the decidedly prickly stranger and candles. There was no one else in sight outside of the Warehouse, so I went ahead and floated upwards to the top most window. The window was opened half way, as it always seemed to be in the time before. I slipped into the window, into that darkened level, quickly resorting to moving around normally, in case any other crashers were in there and saw me flying around. I only moved into the room a little less than halfway before a curt voice rang out.

"What do you want?"

I looked ahead of me, seeing that the guy from before was still living there. He was wearing nearly the same clothing as before. Not as many candles were strewn about this time, I saw. He got up from his tattered layer of cloth he'd been using as a sort of bed. He stalked off, giving me angry side eye. "Thanks again, for bringing that weirdness here." Meaning, that strange and large 'spaceship.'

I had hoped we could talk with each other, but it seemed he didn't like me because of that incident. I grew irritated and, instead of sticking around, I teleported out. My traveling blacked out and I cannot not remember any more this night.

raditus

April 19, 2016

Counting Strange

I couldn't calm down enough to even attempt AP. So in my mind, I visualize big reddish numbers counting forwards, starting with one. I made each number stay for one second before flashing to the next one. I got to number 11 or 12 when my mind went hazy and I turned in my body somehow. There was a creature behind me, with a strange face. It looked like it had a face that only just looked like an Ood from Doctor Who. Some differences, notaby that it did not have the tendrils hanging down from its mouth area. It seemed to have no mouth, but it had the triangle part where a nose and mouth would be, like the ood. This area was darker than the rest of its face, which it was fleshy colored.

"Hello." I mentally state.

It just looks at me, blinking its eyes.

raditus

May 13, 2016

Shopping and Toys

I was out with my dad and 21 year old sister. Her and I looked all over the store. We ran into dad later, and he eyed what my sister found for herself, but had not yet paid for. It was toys.

"Put those back," He said with an exasperated, long-suffering sort of tone, "You're too old for toys."