There is a lot going on in my life right now that I cannot blog about.
Im happy that there is a lot going on because Im overwhelmed and so many things to think about is helping keeping me distracted actually.
I cannot sleep.
I cannot focus on any work.
Just have to go to the next step.
We get busted out of bird prison by four birds, there were elves and monks who came to jump me but failed, some dwarves came to pick up Pyro.
We go to some safehouse, while skua gets our stuff. Pyro was sent by the Duregar to find 1319 and get him back. When Pyro takes a walk outside of Mandirdasa. My god, is so mad at me.
The dwarves are gonna send aid. Leman Tollard was formed by five heroes who closed the fire plane tear. IF anyone can do it, it is probably people from leman tollard.
Emissaries keep visiting from all the planes except the Earth plane. The embassies have been established to check for tears in the fire plane.
I see a dream. A loremaster whose maps I had destroyed, scribbling on a scroll of figwit. PArents adventuring, cooking, taking care of things. !319 walking bye. Confident in the skin of who they are are. I see my siblings some rich, some poor. As they know who they are doing what they want to do. Mysvision shrinks smaller and smaller, unaware of who you are who you want to be perfume. Adventurer, librarian. Perfumer, my vision of myself becomes smaller and smaller, and I feel a hug from behind, sense a person grasping you and holding you warm embrace, featureless expanse, I see many people from my life going about being who they are. Gives me confidence, brings me out as a person, I know who I am because of this person. I turn around to see who it is, featureless void turns into a dark featureless void. there is darkness, there is no one around. I wake up in the dark in the same state of paralysis. There are some candles, faint smell of incense in the airm that reminds me of a memory that does not exist.
History Check
A long time back, leman tollard used to be a singular island used to be made up of martials with diff techniques. THe name of the island was tullard. A massive volcano came up, very strange, not a seismic place. Dimagin. MAssive volcano tear mountain of fire that sundered the entire island into five pieces. The hordes of the sultan, salamanders, fire elementals, poured out of the tear. There was also this creature that was different from anything, a beholder who was helping the sultan do this. Champions of the five nations... it was lucky that it happened on this island, they were successful in keeping the expansion right there. Champions of closed the rift.
Batushka had records of how this thing was done.
Met this horse. They hold a considerable amount of sway in this place, money has corrupted people.
Ker Dumas guilt caught up to him.
Creek I am happy that Ker Dumas was a good guy. We let ourselves be blinded by gold.
Gold madness is athing. Alakai and Batushka may be corrupted.
Sondered. We know his name.
Son, we have been away for business with mushroom royalty. When we came back, our house was burned to ashes. be careful, mom.
We are in leman tollard, going to underdark.
If you need any help let us know, stay safe, we are okay.
How do I contact you just use sending.
Creek uses the repressive meditation technique, in spire of gunlad.
This was one of the weirdest dreams I had, and it starred Akshay Kumar for some reason, absolutely no clue why. It was not even like I had read anything about him, or watched a movie of his recently. The last movie of his that I watched was OMG 2 about four months ago, but Entertainment is burned in my head from a one-time watch. Anyway, over to the dream.
The main thing was he was in a bus with us, long hair, looking a bit like Lucky from Main Hoon Na. All of us got down from the bus at an apartment complex in Delhi, and the funny thing is Delhi does not even have these towering apartment complexes. This is one of those persistent architectures that I see in my dreams, and it was a variation of the building that I live in, but still not used to at an unconscious level clearly.
So, everyone wanted to go home, but Akshay wanted to party. I felt pity for him, rallied the rest of the gang, and arranged for an impromptu party on the terrace. There was some music playing on a portable speaker, and in all it was a sad affair. We shared a doob, and the neighbours got angry. Now I saw something strange happen, to escape the judgemental neighbours, the others at the party jumped off the building, and kind of floated-glided down seven storeys. I knew something bizarre was happening because while I have flown, levitated or glided many times in my dreams, this was the first time that I saw others doing that. They basically jumped with no fall damage, so it was only borderline flying.
Anyway, Akshay Kumar disappeared somewhere after that, and I wanted to go home, and this began the distressing phase of the dream, or the nightmare that wakes you up. Apparently, what the Delhi board had done was cut away a section of the building, change the address of the cut away wing, constructed a road, and moved the wing to another place. So I was looking around for my address and my number but was really struggling to do that. While looking for the address, and finding that my home was not there in the main tower, and not even there in the cutaway section, I got really scared about where I would go and where all my stuff was and I woke up.
I have no clue why the unconscious brain conspires to wake you up like this, but clearly there is something knowledgeable at work, where your mind is directing your body, even when you are totally insensate and not lucid. I want to tap into that part of my mind.
Also have to choose between drugs and dreams. Drugs and alcohol deteriorate the quality of dreams, but the two improve waking reality. Have to find a balance, and take more tox breaks, while exhibiting self-control to stop partaking even when I have the substances available. The longer the tox-break, the more likely it becomes that the drugs win.
