the key has turned: lucid dreaming or something [i]else[/i]?

[Lord Zombiac]

I don't know where to begin.

I don't know how to start this thread.

I have been having incredibly long and detailed dreams for a long time now.

The long dreams have (I just grasped something-- this is like the Land!) exhibited the phenomena of time compression.

As per usual in the phenomena of dreaming, I have been forgetting them on waking.

This morning I remembered my dream in remarkable detail.

and more...

Like blinding, stunning, revelations, I began to understand really mysterious things about my own life, the spiritual gifts I was given.

They are things that are going to sound crazy, but I believe that they are happening because Donaldson, and reading his fiction again, has unlocked a key within me that has brought it all out.

Because this is happening while I am in contact with you, I believe that it was meant to happen at a time in my life when I came into contact with people who could understand this.

More specifically, because they understand Donaldson and are open to the concept of transcending time and space to travel to other worlds.

Bear in mind that I am a writer myself and have been returning not just to writing, but to reading, after a prolonged absence.

As I have said many times, I became illiterate in the sense that I have been unable to read a novel for over ten years, and that learning of "the Last Chronicles" has been the only thing that has made me able to read again-- I re-read the entire series.

"The Runes of the Earth" is the first completely novel work of literature I have been able to read for all this time.

So I now have the tools to explain all this (writing skills), an audience who can understand, and a time in my life, where I can unlock, suddenly and profoundly, all of this knowledge.

Also something has dawned on me just now...

Did not Gabriel come to Mohammed and command him to read the holy Qoran? Did he not also complain that he was illiterate and could not read?

Is Mohammed not the father of my fathers, right up until the blood of my mother, who was, by the way, also blessed by a prophet who founded a profoundly powerful modern religion? (i can not write of this, there is profoundly too much and a reason i will not capitalize the word "i" when referring to this).

Alright then.

This will sound crazy, as I have said before.

But it will also contain a mystery: it is undeniable that something psychologically profound has happen to me. It is also undeniable that this has effected my recollection of an incredibly vivid dream.

The dream itself is unimportant. I will only describe it here because my need to convey upon you how much my mind has been altered is great.

If I present writing errors in this, while claiming to be a great writer, it is because I am going fast! I need to get this story told before I forget everything!

Here is what has changed in my mind.

I have been taking a banned nutritional supplement that is more basic to cellular function than any other. It has profound psychological effects, and I have a long history with this substance.

Never before has it altered my dreams in this way.

It has been giving me dreams that have been so detailed and remarkable, that, as I dreamed, I was convinced I was in an alternate reality (hello SRD!) .

Now I shall now begin.

I dreamed that there was a volcanic caldera, an actual crater, on the mountain where I live.

It was shaped like a rowboat. There was a flat end in the rear, a slight bowing at the sides ran their coarse, and it tapered at the fore (not really familiar with nautical lexicon).

In this crater lived a wealthy and connected man named Mr. Weems.

For some reason I really wanted to kiss his ass and get in his good graces.

Probably because I saw a job opportunity and could live in comfort the rest of my days doing something I enjoyed doing.

Mr. Weems looked like Woody Allen (at first he changed later, and most bizzarely, in the dream) .

His neighbor, another wealthy man, lived past the eastern ridge of the caldera and was spying on him.

When we met him, he told us this and also pointed out that this exquisitely beautiful part of Ruidoso, which he owned, was actually a crater.

Anyway, we (me and my fiancée) wanted to work for him so we broke into his house while he was away and replaced a dull, but well read bulletin on his wall with one we had designed.

It posted live performances so we came up with better graphics and threw in mentions of my own band for good measure.

Of course, this makes no sense. A post on a refrigerator is not widely publicized, and breaking into someone's house is no way to make a good impression.

We realized this at our second meeting when (and this colossal WTF moment) where he began resemble Dick Cheney!

So here I was trying impress some rich republican when it dawned on me that he would freak out over us breaking into his house.

I began to cover my tracks with lies, which is (appropriately, considering that this was Dick Cheney!) something I did all throughout the dream.

I asked him if he knew anyone with green spectacles. I told him that I had given this man a new graphics design that I wanted him to see. This man told me that he would deliver it to Mr. Weems, but he did not say how.

Mr. Weems wanted to take a walk, and I suggested we walk to my parent's cabin where the graphics now were in this dream.

As we walked I realized that my fiancée had left her coat in his house. I realized that I now had to contact her before Mr. Weems did and make sure she knew not to mention that she'd lost her coat or to recognize it if she was at his house and saw it.


Cedar Creek ran along my side of the road in my dream-- not on the far side like it does in reality.

I wanted, for some reason, to get the water tested.

As we walked down the road and came to an intersection I realized that we needed to test the water at least two feet from the road because there was a state law that said you couldn't submit water from any closer due to run off contamination.

Mr. Weems asked me if I knew Cass. I do know him, and in the dream he was lazy and shiftless, which he is not in real life.

Also in real life I am not a schmoozer and would never butter up some rich guy to get a job. If I did, which I would not, because it would offend anyone who thought I was trying to take advantage of them, I would only do this to someone creative, whose work I admired, to get a leg up in some creative effort of mine.

Dick Cheney? The last person I'd ever try to butter up!

I told him I knew Cass, and asked him why he wanted to know. He said Cass wanted to come up there and do some lumberjack work. I told him Cass was not reliable. I thought about asking for the job myself, but didn't because I needed to consult with my fiancée and because we would probably take too long and he wanted to pay by the hour.

He asked about Cass' personal life and I referred to Cass' kid (he has no children in real life either).

Weems said he thought Cass had no kids. I realized that Cass' child was black and Cass was slightly racist (again, in real life, he is not!) and maybe never told anyone about his black child because it shamed him.

I started to tell him this, but realized that he would probably think that I was racist for implying there was shame in any white person having a black baby.

So I covered my tracks again with lies.

I told him that the mother had wanted an abortion and that Cass had talked her out of it, but she was a wealthy socialite and did not want it to be known that she wanted to get an abortion, so she made him promise not to tell anyone about the child.

This makes no sense either. Why get abortion involved at all? Far easier to explain would be that she didn't want anyone to know she had gotten pregnant out of wedlock.

Halfway up my parent's mountain I realized their house was a mess and that they would freak out over me inviting some wealthy person over there to impress him (makes no sense... I would not want to have him over either, if I wanted to impress him).

I tried calling my parents and Phyllis on my cell phone but I can't recall why I was having a problem with this.

I told Mr. Weems that my parents were sensitive about the condition of their cabin.

I suggested I tell them that Mr. Weems was just a neighbor I ran into on my walk home and I just wanted to show them something real quick.

At this point Weems grew impressed at how easily I could cover stuff up with lies, and how effortless it was for me to think on my feet. He liked me and would hire me, I was sure.

We got to the cabin and I showed him me and Phyllis' artwork, which he liked.

Cass was sitting there eating, as he'd come over there to visit my parents. This was highly unexpected.

I didn't recall that Mr. Weems had inquired about Cass until Cass himself began telling me he knew Weems and had bid for a job out there.

I said something to smooth everything over and get Cass the job. I don't remember what it was, but Weems was impressed I was being so magnanimous to someone I might consider competition for the job.

We said our goodbyes and left the house.

On our way down the stairs, I remembered that he had looked like Woody Allen at first.

I also realized that he looked exactly like Dick Cheney.

It dawned on me now that maybe this was Dick Cheney, incognito, and that he had used a double who looked like Woody Allen (again, makes no sense) in order to screen visitors for security reasons.

***

When I woke up I was startled that I had dreamed all of this in probably less than five minutes and remembered everything.

All of the crazy revelations I mentioned hit me at once. I could not stop talking about it to Phyllis.

I was awestruck that I had actually remembered all of this detail, when I never had before.

I could make no interpretation of this dream, and didn't try. I was impressed by how real this dream was and how much I remembered.

I thought about my own experiences from the past with trying to go to an alternate world, like the Land.

I was startled by the implications. Most of which I will not reveal presently.

Also I learned that the coat I dreamed of is Phylliss' favorite and was a gift from a close friend.

It gets stranger.

My niece was spending the night with her cousin (my daughter, who is visiting) and overheard us.

She revealed that she had thought many of the same things about our family that I was only now understanding. She understood things about my revelations that I had not even thought about.

This is a 17 year old girl who seems pretty shallow and materialistic to those who don't know her.

I suppose you all think I'm crazy now.

Comment now, if you have any thoughts.

[danlo]

My story is somewhat similar to yours, maybe it's the residual radioactivity in NM I went through a long period of angst and anger after first reading the Chronicles in the late '70s, early '80s. In 1999 I bought my first computer (to finish College) and the first thing I ever searched for on the net was SRD which pointed me straight to Kevin's Watch. I knew this happened for a reason. I was a goofy/crazy member at first, but somehow the people here came to accept me. After a long communication with Skyweir she recommended I reread the Chronicles. It was the first time I ever did and it had a profound healing effect on me.

During that angst period, before I got married I used to write a lot of poetry and much of that poetry dealt with dreams, lucid dreams, one bout of astral projection and prophetic dreams-as an example one poem I wrote the night before was called, "The Good Dream I Knew I Would Have Last Night." and it was and it was what I wrote. I've had a number of serial dreams...some I can still remember and some I can't. I can definitely attest that rereading the Chronicles can have a profound effect on you, especially if you've identified and invested so much of your life in them.

[Lord Zombiac]

I look forward to hearing your stories in the Duke city this summer. By then I will surely have read all the books, as I'm already about 15% through fatal rev.
I know it will be hard for me to spend real money on a hardback book, but if the publishers want more of my money that way, let them have it...
This is Donaldson!