The White Castle

I was in a mansion or something, and policemen were trying to hold me in. They didn't accept my mother's bail. I realized I was dreaming, and aimed to float somewhere else, but guards all over the place seemed ready to shoot me down if I tried to fly past them. I floated back down, for some reason I was muttering a prayer to Phobetor.

I was reading about him the night before I went to sleep. Phobetor is one of three onieroi, gods of dreaming in Greek mythology. Morpheus molds human figures and lends his name to character from the works of Neil Gaiman and the Wachowski Brothers, Phantasos molds items, and Phobetor molds animals. Godchecker.Com was a little more detailed about it, though. Morpheus is supposed to be in charge of realistic dreams with no fantasy elements, I guess just the memory filing system that dreams primarily are for. Phantasos is supposed to be in charge of deeply symbolic dreams. Phobetor... Phobetor is in charge of nightmares, particularly nightmare monsters.

Inspired, I took my mom to the guards at the front gates, and tried to trick them into thinking I was somebody else. They were suspicious, but discussed their suspicions intently enough that I could sit innocently atop the gates-- and then fly away. I left my mother behind, which I felt kind of guilty about.

I flew over the city, past the palace of the people who owned the jail, and into a football field (not American football.) I was quickly losing altitude-- godsdammit, lucid logic! I do not need updrafts to fly in dreams!-- but I thought that I might as well learn how to let the ground hit me without me waking up. Like Neo's training in The Matrix.

I hit the field and sank into the turf. The turf sprung, but instead of flying or standing up, I decided to remain lying on the grass, sort of hugging the soil, because the moment I hit it I got a new feeling. It was actually very refreshing, like really connecting with the earth and feeling the richness of the loam sink up into my bones. It felt as if the marrow in my bones had become loam, and the bones had become marble, and my nerves had become the roots of plants, and my skin the topsoil smoothed over by a light rain. I felt like my heart was pulsing with molten rock, and that I had become part of the planet Earth.

Eventually, I took to flying again. The rest is a blur of returning to the jail in disguise, to get my mother; becoming lucid enough to walk through walls and escape that way; Mrs. Weasley being a conductor for a sort of underground railroad that my family had to go through after the escape; retuning to my apartment to get supplies before going on the run; a nighttime helicopter chase...

At one point I went out for a nighttime walk over rolling grassy hills, even though in the plot of the dream that would be dangerous. I felt grouchy at not being able to break out of the dream's plot even though I was lucid. I tried to remember what I wanted to do in a lucid dream... and I didn't remember.

A medieval castle in the distance caught my attention. It was white, which made the grassy hill around it look like a golf course because it seemed like such a fake color. But, since that was the only really interesting thing I could see, I went towards it.

Inside was a karaoke bar that became an orgy... place, which I joined in on because I lost lucidity and yeahnotgonnabetoodetailed'boutthat.