[Warning: Rambling]
Fun stuff, lucid dreaming. Always, my narrative starts at the end, going backwards--and yet the details are in reverse, in such a way that even before I had woken up, I find myself trying to track and detail the events that had occurred; in such a way that my dreams lately have taken on the narrative of a storytelling, usually of adventure or other narratives (thanks early life reading a ton of J.R.R. Tolkien's works!) with myself as the main witness. And much anxiety to detailing things exactly as they are with probably the background of 'disrespecting' dreams if not done as such, due to the rich detail I generally find myself in wonder to see or touch or interact with (in that many times, I've just found myself standing or sitting and enjoying the scenery, very aware that it is both a dream, and that it is wonderful).
So I'm noticing why I bother to detail these in...
very messy detail in writing, always with the temptation to fill in details I can vaguely remember with more 'reasonable' details. Mostly always, the dream is disconnected from any IRL thing that goes on the day beforehand.
These events have been jumbled in order, with some explaining the past ones, and with some being a whole new addition to them, of just today's dream >_< With the problem being that they're both lucid, and I have a 15 minute alarm in 4 intervals (6am, 6:15am, 6:30am...somehow, always aware of my 6am clock because I sleep next to a window where I can somehow sense the coming dawn).
The start, I suppose, was lost in memory--but a rewritten start (right after the 6am mark and me desperately going back to sleep, without the 'desperately' in it when I recall what I said to myself [it was more like 'ok I'll get up after 6:10am just ten more minutes', knowing my alarm]) was its own narrative of trying to describe what I was seeing. The start of a (dreamlike) world. 'Imagine a- how would I describe this- a large, fat tornado in shape, thin at the end and cone shaped, widening out to the top, with the ending curling and twisting much like a stinger'; it was something like this with me replacing the words in writing. It looked purple-ish with many bright, light-colored hues, much like how (I was exposed to at an early age) nebulae were colored. The PoV zoomed in closer and followed the twisting and curling endpoint, before presenting a finished outlook in full of what really looked like a nebulae...stinger, before zooming out into a continuing narrative. I found myself in the role of a healer, pretty much a continuation of the dream before 6am (but still being rewritten); I was with other good friends who I got to know personally in personal details, like Caellath from Bay12, with our role of healers placed fully in a different context, that being a small part of 'tasks' in an adventure to (?)find out the meaning of dreams(?). I forgot why that was happening but it was a long dream :v that felt like that. There was an instructor, who I did not recognize looking like anyone I met, but she had the skin tone of the locality in my area, and spoke a lot like a mix of Sybill Trelawney (Harry Potter) and a very convincing doctor. That whole blurb on a tornado-shaped stinger, was the timeline of the world I was in, with our current time being at the end of the 'stinger'; the task, however, used that timeline as a representation of what we would heal...a spider's...end portions.
Somehow my dreams usually have spiders in them. I am really, really afraid of spiders. And usually those kinds of dreams end with SUDDEN SURPRISE TONS OF SPIDERS IN THE VICNITY (which aren't harmful or jumping at me), but just being there in large quantities of usually the same dream-themed characteristics, from single spiders of bulbous, light orange-all-over, cutely revolving around a single thread of spiderwebbing in the sunlight, to many motley and dull grey-green spiders, all over a wooden room, just...occupying every step, all without webs, and just being there until I wake up out of EUGH. Not that I hate spiders, nope. I just realized all this came from a memory back, probably when I was 4 years old and stuff, and saw my first (empty) spider web in the tiniest garden in front of our home: My dad was present, and I saw the shiniest spider web in the morning; I was curious, and felt notable apprehension in touching it, and even had doubts in mind to do so, until my dad looked over and told me what it was in his scientific way that I could understand. There was no spider, but I somehow felt...curiously uncertain. I guess that stayed with me as a
Anyway back to the dream, given the tiny time between 6am and 6:15am, I just found myself listening to that Dr. Healer up there, like a lecture in a very stylish room near a forest, somehow made of concrete but decorated in quaint modern design. Caellath somehow had long beaded bracelets, which held a tiny gem as a centerpiece, which we wrapped around our wrists as the lesson continued, as the instructor noted the importance of
both that timeline and the power of healing, with that gem as a catalyst, battery, and conductor of...healing, able to glow and react visibly as signs of being charged--the instructor presented that 'timeline' above much like a 3D interface, able to me touched to be examined; I was the first to feel it, and it felt very much real, much like holding a soft sac, firm yet very pliable or soft to the touch without distorting its original shape. It was originally partitioned, and not nebulae-colored, but bluish like those sci-fi holograms. It could be spun around, and each partition was like parts of an onion, which could be examined individually, while I found myself checking a layer of the largest one...like a flap of covering. After examining this thoroughly with the wonder of a four-year old and their new inedible toy, the instructor continued and began charging up our gemstones. The whole process was very...casual, and unlike a ton of how the movies make them seem, but it still had the reverie of sincerity. Strangely, (probably because of metacognition), she told me that I'd find it useful for my next dream.
Then my alarm went off and I woke up. I turned off my phone alarm and went back to sleep, subconsciously noting '15 more minutes and then I'll get uuuuup...'.
Cue this next dream starting from the viewpoint of atop a giant white owl, with no rider', soaring above large lakes and rivers, with verdant landscapes and forests, alongside the movement of the sun, opposite the dawn, with the bodies of water stretching seemingly to a very close horizon. From a minute or so of viewing the scenery, came what I guess was viewing a (personal) interpretation of
something out of Lord of the Rings, of a white harbor, and fantastic, stylish ships sailing into the horizon; what I thought was a horizon was a perfectly serene fog, which made the water edge look like a crystal clear waterfall edge. There was a musical background, starting in one of those wondrous stringed instrumentals...and ending with
a stripped down version of this, only knowing it was mostly similar to that song due to the chorus...(I never know any lyrics of any songs, and those I do know, I play by ear, which means I never get the lyrics right--so this one was purely referencing "the morning" -_-). Then the vision quickly shifted into first person, and me 'waking up' and noticing the time, etched in bluish-glowing writing (much like the previous dream) on a foldable calendar, with me complaining "I don't have time for this I'll wake up in a few minutes!". The last portions of the dream became...a strange plot, where I explored the vicinity, which looked much like an artificial marble castle, and got framed for drinking salt-laden water by 'the chef'. :v
...So that was it. I gladly marked keypoints in my dream that I can remember on cue so I won't be lost no matter how much time I take in the 6 hour period post-dream, but aurgh my writing. It is a great disparity between the ecstatic feeling of having experienced something exciting, and then writing it down so future-you can recall it.
The prelude to all that was a big trial--much like the theme of Hercules 12 trials (but a girl version of it), and comical spiders. (One part before I woke up at 6pm, for example, was me being in a thick forested glade, with trails moving all about, with the goal as stated above of discovering 'meaning' of something. Then we came across some nice white rope, which we wrapped around our fingers individually because some of my party were 'superstitious' and 'doing this meant no ill-will or harm to befall [us]'. Then comical spiders of the black and yellow variety come scuttling out of nowhere, with webbing clearly trailing behind them, and speaking to us because we would've fallen to doom had we not done that superstitious thing. Somehow this whole 'superstitious' wording, I could feel, resonated with the feeling I had at the time. Spooky and uncomfortable.)
I am deeply ambivalent on why my dreams include spiders for the most part (like, 60% of the time). The non-harmful, non-territorial type. This one had 'webs' as a symbolism.
They're just there.
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