Things began normally enough.
I was driving beneath a sunny blue sky, heading into the center of town to the barber. Only when I got to the shop and walked inside, the door was
open but the place was deserted. I called out, I checked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight....
And the next time I looked around, there weren't any furnishings, either. No chairs, no mirrors, no tables or counters. The entire store had been
stripped bare, cleared from top to bottom as though the occupants had left years ago. Confused by the change, I took another look around.
Then suddenly, the entire length of the store began stretching outward, extending so far into the distance that its furthest point became a dot, a
lone convergence point balanced on some impossibly distant horizon. That store had become an infinite hallway; and when I turned to leave, I found
that hallway now extending back endlessly in the other direction.
The door outside had gone. Finding myself in a featureless hallway that now extended fore and aft ad infinitum, I considered the situation.
"Cool," I remember thinking, "looks like I'm in another dream."
Lucidity followed the realization, and right away the number of options available expanded to match the length of that hall. Being neither subtle nor
new to the dreamscape—I immediately channeled energy from the environment then expanded it outward to destroy the hall.
In a brilliant flash of expanding light and color the hallway dissolved stone by stone, crumbling away until its evisceration left me standing in
nothingness, hovering in a pre-dream abyss of dark emptiness, a midnight staging area of absolute void.
I don’t remember exactly what happened next—I lost lucidity for a bit during the dream transition—but I do recall what happened sometime soon
after. I found myself in the doorway of another room: a tall, windowed chamber that resembled a study.
Behind me was the void of the pre-dream abyss. In front of me was a stranger.
I studied the man—a paunchy middle-aged sort hiding his sagging frame beneath a baggy tan trenchcoat. Long ago he lost his fight with baldness. Only
a few tufts of stringy hair clung desperately around the edges of his perfectly round, pitcher’s mound scalp.
Picture Homer Simpson in clown’s makeup, and you’ll be close.
And beyond losing his physique and hair, he also seemed to be losing his battle with exhaustion. Despite the chalk-white layers of court jester’s
makeup powdering his face, he had dark crescents of weary flesh sagging beneath his hazel eyes.
Looking as though he had been awake for days, at first glance he seemed dour, morose. But somewhere deep inside, he seemed to be laughing. Even before
I inquired, he offered his name:
“I’m the Dreammaster.”
Taken aback, I stared at him in dismay.
(At this point I should probably digress.)
A week prior, during another lucid dream I had an unexpected encounter with a negative entity. A creature ambushed me while I was engaged in
controlling another dream-sequence, and suddenly I went from enjoying myself in the dream to grappling against a tiny creature that appeared from
nowhere and lunged at me, seemingly determined to sink its long fangs into my throat.
That one looked like a black voodoo doll with a mouthful of needle-sharp fangs, and when it leaped out at me it caught me completely by surprise.
Holding it at bay with one arm, I immediately went on the defensive. Using my dream-control of the environment, I tried to neuter it by making its
entire mouthful of fangs vanish.
The creature struggled hard against me. As I applied pressure to change its form, I could feel an apparent counterforce coming from the tiny beast. I
could literally feel it applying mental resistance to hold its fangs intact.
Engaged in a battle of wills, a possible struggle for my life, I redoubled my efforts. At last felt a popping, a sliding, a snapping as my version of
reality came into being.
Then the now-fangless doll looked at me with an almost comical expression of horror. “Demon!” it cried out accusingly. Then it vanished.
So with that prior encounter in the back of my mind, In the present dreamscape I decided not to wait for the Dreammaster to act first. So I harnessed
the exact same energy I used to crumble that hallway, radiated it through the study, and tried to use it to sweep him into oblivion.
Only, against him that light had no effect.
This was unlike anything I’d ever before experienced in the lucid dreamscape. There was no sensation of interaction, as when effectuating typical
changes in reality. There was no sense of counter-resistance as there was when combating a lesser negative entity like that doll.
The light just washed over the Dreammaster as though no part of it had touched him, as though he was an immutable part of the dream, an entity utterly
beyond my ability to control.
Determined, I tried again and again, but without any success. Patiently he endured those attempts, as though trying to show me over him I had no
power. But eventually he must have grown bored, because he simply drifted up to the top of the room and perched in the alcove of an upper window.
There he stood, looking down over me as I explored the room. And there he remained throughout the rest of my time in that area, contemplating me while
I explored that section of the realm.
And throughout that time, the impression I got from him was one of an amused adult watching a child bumble around clumsily while attempting its first
The dream went on after I left him behind. Lucidity came and went. But after that point, I didn’t see the Dreammaster again.
So my question, ATS’ers, can be summed up in three simple letters—w.t.f.?
Anyone out there recognize him?
Anyone experience anything similar?
This isn't the first bizarre encounter I've had in the dreamscape, only the most recent. I've also encountered celestials, daemonic strangers during
sleep and sleep paralysis, and other negative entities of lesser varieties (like the fanged doll above).
But this was something I’ve never before seen. Normally everything in the lucid dreamscape is mutable, but this guy couldn’t be touched... not by
me, at least.
(Note: I’m reasonably well-versed in Taoist and Buddhist practices, spiritual alchemy, qigong and meditation. My ability to control my
mind/environment in dreams is objectively above-average, but this guy was WAY out of my league.)
What I’m thinking is the Dreammaster was either another lucid dreamer far more versed in technique than I, a demon content to laugh while I bumbled
around that realm, or a celestial who failed to reveal its true nature.
But in my experience, celestials usually appear as entities of pure light. Demons typically appear disguised as someone you trust or openly showing
their true natures, which are usually monstrous and impressive avatars befitting their prideful and egotistical nature.
(I’m also wondering if the Dreammaster commenced that earlier transition from the barbershop to that infinite hallway. It seems like trapping me in
an endless hall would be a good crap-test to see how I’d react (and whether I could free myself).)
Even if you don’t have the answer, chime in if you’ve had any strange encounters in lucid dreaming, astral travel, or w/e. This stuff is
fascinating, and compiling it all together in one thread can make a valuable resource.
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