I have decided to start including dreams in this journal that are interesting to me or cause a strong emotional reaction as well as lucid dreams. I am starting to feel like always attempting to become lucid is not always right, and surrendering to your dream can lead to profound experiences:
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I am in this small town tucked away in the mountains, I feel like we are the only ones around here for a long time,
I am standing alone outside on the outskirts of the town and started going inwards into my mind which causes me to see these creatures that aren’t alive and don’t want me to be alive. The longer I stare the stronger their influence becomes, it feels like they are trying to pry the door open into my head.
I had a man grab me by the nose and mouth, to prevent me from breathing, severing the connection and causing me to wake up. He commanded me to never let them into your head, as they want to sever your consciousness from your body.
I am now aware of these creature’s existence, and I notice mental residuals from my encounter start to manifest. I see things in the corner of my eye and I feel impulses and thoughts that are not my own.
I see others start to fall by keeping their eyes open and watching them glaze over, until they stop breathing and die.
I notice that these creatures do not kill everyone they infect, as some people become transformed into shells of who they once were, and start following me and encouraging me to enter the state, they become physically deformed and smile too wide for a human being.
I discover one of my friends whose consciousness was severed, his face is gaunt and empty and he is standing in an unnatural rigid posture.
Eventually, I am once again lulled into the state because it feels very good and relaxing to do so and eventually slip too far into it and see these creatures again.
They appear only as flashes of light, running circles around me, gradually closing in. I can barely catch glimpses of them as they surround me, but I start to feel panic and smell the overwhelming stench of rotting meat. I see my recently deceased friend who is weighed down and slowly running over to me, he slaps me and screams to wake up. I wake up.
ChatGPT prompt of the dream, I thought it looked pretty cool.