A Dream Journal Series – Remember

  • Date: 19th January 2020
  • Lucidity: 4 / 10
  • Vividity: 8 / 10
  • Realism: 8 / 10

I take off my heavy rain jacket. It hasn’t rained for days or even weeks, why would I need it on my journey to the end.

I can feel that I am near, I open the map and continue my way towards a row of mountain tops, a peak that runs across the landscape. I’d heard something about these a long time ago and only remembered once my journey took me to the top. I was looking out across the vastness which was the end of the world.

As far as the eye could see, I was at the peak between everything humankind knew and everything else which was beyond the wall of mountains I was now standing upon. I knew it was special, that it was a place not many had been before, to be able to look upon the a space that was as if infinite beyond my sight was frightening and yet sobering. So barren, so distant. Ahead of me lay the path I was to take along the mountainside. The map was vague, incomplete, I was somewhere that was not there, but I knew where it was and I knew where I had to go. Some time after, I’d made it back down and was met by a beautiful riverside town. The day seemed to glow with happiness, with energy, the bluest skies I’d seen and biggest sun in the sky seemed to meet this town. The buildings were of beautiful golden mud type, the ones you see in the old Egyptian deserts, buzzing with life and that’s what it was, the sounds and smells I could here were reminiscent of a lively marketplace beyond the walls. There was a feeling of wanting nothing more than to join them.

I followed the path beside the river and came to a small bridge onto a back alley into the town. The alley was small, full of old used large water bottles , those you would see in the 20th century offices that refill the water machine, I felt these were out of place but I did not question it. I opened my map.

The rain came pouring down heavily as if there was no mercy for me having left my rain jacket behind. Running in all directions, I looked for shelter and found one after having being absolutely soaked from head to toe. I was now cold, wet and shivering with fear. The two who’d taken me here were getting anxious and I’d kept muttering that we were near, that we were so close but looking at the map, I could not remember. Zooming in and out of the on the electronic device I held, I couldn’t seem to find where I’d come from. The place I’d left my jacket was the key to finding my way back but where was that. The map looked nothing like I had known when I was last here.

I lead the way into the marketplace crossing roads with cars zooming by. The noises I remember, reminiscent of an ancient market place was now drowned by machines and turning motors. It made me feel a daze with direction. We walked deeper into the marketplace but nothing felt familiar, I kept closing and opening my eyes trying to take me back to where I was and then a flash of memory came by. Blue bottles. Alleyway. Riverside.

I opened the map again and narrowed the search down with the criteria in mind. There was this crossing between rivers that met to become one, something told me to go there and so we went back and tracked our way to the outskirts of the city where the river lay. A familiar alleyway approached and I saw the blue bottles as if I’d seen them before. I knew this was the way, that we are another step closer to finding what I had found all those years before, if only; if only I could remember what that was.

The End.

Feature image – Hiking the Great Lakes District, UK reminiscent of the journey taken to the End of the World. Taken on the 21st of April 2019

A Dream Journal Series – Snow

  • Date: 13th February 2018
  • Lucidity: 3 / 10
  • Vividity: 9 / 10
  • Realism: 8 / 10

 

It was the beginning of a long journey ahead.

Snow poured heavily down onto the earth and with each step you sunk further into its grasp. Our group reached the first checkpoint and the device stood there like a plaque welcoming its visitors. An eerie feeling of having done this whole trip before struck me and as I held the device I somehow knew what I had to do. A certain combination allowed me to unlock items and upgrades that would have been impossible to think of attaining before.

I got back into the line of fellow friends and we kept digging our way through the snow, slowly creating a path just small enough for us to walk in a line. Most of us were exhausted from the journey, however I had gained a strength unbeknownst to them because of the device i’d found so I took the lead from time to time pretending it was through sheer willpower that pushed me through the snow.

The End

A Dream Journal Series – The Power of Friendship

  • Date: 11th March 2018
  • Lucidity: 2 / 10
  • Vividity: 7 / 10
  • Realism: 5 / 10

 

*Missing fragment*

“Avada Kedavra” screamed Voldemort and a shot of green light lit up the walls as it travelled across the hall to hit Harry square in the chest. The light travelled through his body passing back out through to Harmione, then bouncing across the hallway towards a statue of a brave old wizard centuries lost. Harry and Harmione was thrown backwards against the stone wall almost unconscious as Voldemort stepped over them towards the statue. “No”! He yelled “not again, you cannot protect him this time” as he raised the Elder Wand at the statue casting another jet of green light which caused a ripple of blue to travel throughout the hallway when the statue was hit. The Castle was protecting itself.

Voldemort turned back around with a face of pure evil and hatred. Harry and Harmione were standing up again but this time with their hands held, arm to arm as one, as companions and friends. A sense of renewed strength was in their eyes because of what they had just seen, witnessing that harm cannot come to them if they stood against evil together. It is then when, together and with purpose they cast the spell that would rid Voldemort from this earth for good.

The End