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I was wandering around a castle near where I lived (which is a sort of village IRL);

The castle was a bustling, modern place housing a hospital, school, museums. It had been well looked after and owned by some anonymous rich chap.

It started off with me and the girlfriend walking around the crowds. A few faces stood out – Jonny Brown, an old school buddy who went on to be a bit famous. June Whitfield – because she’s in everything. Benedict Cumberbatch – not sure why but there he was, probably thanks to his performance in Sherlock. I think I knew the nature of the dream so I said we should all stick together, just incase something happens.

I decided to leave, but I noticed that the surrounding villages were now silent. What was usually a busy road was now quiet. I headed back. There I overheard a group of people with, what I assume the leader, saying

“It’s ready. Set it to 7503”

Then they spotted and grabbed me. So in the typical cliché of it all the leader told me the plan-

“Most importers have contacts in China. Most send over a £1 million and make £15 million back.
The man who owns this castle sent over £15 billion and got this.”

He pulled back a cover exposing a large dome shaped machine. A green LED display showed the numbers 7503. A flickering, cloudy light emanated from the machine.

“This machine can show a glimpse of the future, in 3D”

I think I was more impressed by the 3D projection ability.

“We believe something will happen to the Earth soon. We’re going to find that date and prepare”

I forget the words here but involved profiting and making preparations for this event. Whenever the machine is active it created a bubble of active time that just engulfed the castle, everything outside the bubble was paused, invisible or had never existed.

“The earth will be a snowball”.

Then I woke up. Grrr.

Yes, I’m late to the Inception party and I will punish myself later for taking so long to see it. Yea that’s right… he’s gonna talk about dreams.

See I’m proper into dreams. Every night I have 2-3 dreams that I remember in full and absolute clarity. I remember the objects, the “plot”, the emotion, the time and setting. The whole thing is recorded. I wake up and spend a few minutes digesting and deconstructing them. It’s jolly fun and I’ve considered for years about writing them up as a daily blog or converting the best into games – but, and this is where I’ve recently become a bit hippie-ish, I don’t think I’d like to commercialise or “sell” them. I wouldn’t want them to (potentially) create such an impact. The only time I did this was for the New Sam remake in 2003/4 and even then Sam was already alive and still only played an ancillary role. Overall the dreams are great fun and adventurous, usually creative though grounded heavily in reality and mostly centred around giant location-based plot pieces.

I’m rambling.

Inception grasps the concept of dreams perfectly. External stimuli that usually wakes me up will appear momentarily in dreams. I distinctly remember the ending to one dream where my phone was ringing, I apologised to those around me and woke up to the alarm I set on my phone. The contraction (or dilation, depending on the POV) of time is also present. In a half an hour sleep I would have departed on a lengthy adventure, got home, wrote a book about it and sold on the movie rights to Christopher Nolan.

I had one lucid dream, or at least one where I had utter control-

My girlfriend and I were travelling through England and Scotland, we reached the shore that faced Mull (a Scottish island). I told my girlfriend that a danger was following me and that she should go home. I forced her to leave and I travelled to the island. There I met up with Inspector Gadget (yeah…) and we hid inside an empty castle. A helicopter gunship circled the building. We escaped out the back and ran towards a hangar. A man with a hammer for an arm chased us. By this point I was fed up with hiding so I said “it’s time to stop”.

As soon as I said that it was like watching a film being recorded and then cut. Cameramen pulled away, a whistle blew, the extras started talking to each other and walking away. At this point I told myself “smashing, it’s a lucid dream” and flew off into the sky. Then I woke up.

I’m unsure what level of lucidity I have in dreams. Maybe there’s a scale? I believe in that dream I was in full control. As panic was setting in I made the decision to take control. In other dreams, as they shift into becoming nightmares, I’ve learnt how to notice the warning signs and I stop them before they can get scary by trying to wake myself up. Generally I accept dreams and the paths they take me on. I’m usually fully aware that I am dreaming but I never give myself the control to alter the events.

One tip for doing this that I rely fully upon is the reality of the situation. Am I ever going to be perched ontop of an impossibly thin tower? Are we ever going to see pyramids and cyberpunk culture fused together in Benidorm? Am I ever going to leap over houses in southern Poland? Answers: Hell no to all 3 but with additional frowning faces on the last 2. Let’s have 2 more;

In early 2002 I had a dream that I met a girl at a place of education, or a library of some sort. We could wear our own clothes (all my schools had uniforms) and I was 16, planning to leave school and go into a job so I don’t know why I dreamt this. I followed the girl around. We ran around a fountain and through a carpark. Then she followed me. I dreamt of her exact appearance and clothes. Then we never saw each other again.

6 months later, on a whim one morning, I decided, selected and enrolled at a college. No planning involved and college had already started 2 weeks prior. I decided on one college that just 1 friend was attending, on a design course. I was sat in the registration room nervous as hell on my first day, all of a sudden she walked in. The literal girl of my dreams. The same looks, the same clothes. 8 years later and we’re still together. But just 1 week after starting college my father was offered a job abroad so we went to scope it out. Again… living up to the dream. (I’m a man of logic so I don’t believe I predicted or created the future or anything, I just think of it as an impossible coincidence)

In 2001 I had a dream that I was sat on the upstairs section of an open top bus riding through town – only one side of the road had shops and buildings, the other side was an expansive plain with faded mountains dotted the horizon. A solo mountain stood out, it was perfectly straight with a ledge hanging over the top, like an upside down L. Water dropped off the peak all those miles away yet somehow they fell on my face. It was the most frightening dream I ever had.

I used that in Lunnye for the raining tower on the left. See… ended on a game connection. Cool huh.

It’s a pain. I always change it so I never remember it. Kinda silly really. I had a spankingly good dream last night too. Since I’ve got nothing much important to add (Tormishires going well, etc) I’ll post what I wrote just after waking.

“I just had my greatest dream yet.

I was at school I think, but the point was I had just finished being somewhere and was about to travel home. I waited for the bus, but I was in a strange place so I just got the first one that appeared. Managed to find a seat next to some chatty girl. A while later the bus turned into a boat though! As it happens. All the passengers had fallen into the sea as it was getting a little rough. The ocean was littered with dead animals and even parts of planes. The boat was going with the wind and the tide so the route was winding all over the place. I looked around for a safe place to wait it out, I found the drivers cabin (as it were) up high on some kind of tower. I climbed up and waited behind a box, hoping it wouldn’t capsize. At this point I remember somehow finding out that the boat was ran by a Chinese company.
Eventually the boat ran aboard ground. I jumped off and ran home. I knew something strange was happening, like we were on the brink of a war or something. Everything was just so strange, even stranger were my parents.
They acted suspicious. Smiling constantly and hinting at a brighter tomorrow. I asked them what was happening, my suspicions grew that something was going to happen to me. I continued to ask them, even referring to my dad as “my old father”. He had grown a beard too, something he’s never had previously!
They wouldn’t tell me anything. I remember making idle threats, but can’t remember what they were exactly.
Eventually they took me to a building, a room, along with children from 14 to adults at 30 years old. Kev, an old lecturer from college was there. This would be the 3rd dream for him to appear in now (one was about him being able to travel into a strange dimension, the other was about a dragon ontop of a mountain).
He asked each of us to hold onto a key, incase we got lost.
The whole room then shut up and started to shake, it began to slowly descend.

We arrived at our unknown destination.

The building had a title, a company, the name was in Chinese, made up of 4 words with 3-4 letters in each word. The name then had some English attached to the end, then several numbers. The same company who owned the bus that turned into a boat?
I was in a strange place. Kev said it was a building outside of time, where they had been running experiments about energy. The first thing Kev handed me was a gun that created a dense spot of gravity, similar to the gravity gun but had the power to overwhelm the gravity of earth, thus making that location the new centre. We carried on, up some glass stairs, decorated with large black marble walls that could span for miles, lit by a perpetual twilight of a dark blue glow.
We continued to be guided around by Kev. Some of the young children had left, scared of what they were seeing. I told Kev “Why me?” to which he said “only a small group of people are let into here, you are not to tell of any of the secrets here”, which was mentioned so solemn and grave that I actually feared what would happen. My thoughts of coming out of this place and telling Caroline all about it were wiped out.
In this building levitation was taught, including a method to run it in the outside world. Around this point I lost my key so I searched along the marble floor and then found it, near some toilets (heh, absolutely minor point or what?).

This area is a bit fuzzy. So it sorta skips ahead a little.

I had become like Kev, I was now a guide too in this building/world for this eerie company. I had invited a group of people to enter the building. In my visit to the surface I gathered interest by flying around.
A war was indeed going on, my last memory before waking was flying around a giant tower block waiting for an enemy attack.”

A little silly, eccentric blah blah.