DreamMaster's Dream Diary - Part I Dream -- 05/15/76
Don, Jody, Judi, people I do not know; we are, I think, holding one of the first meetings of KAM - and the first meeting is like a kindergarten, with time being spent on symbols and stuff. The house where we are having it is on a corner, three stories, with a circular picture window on the second floor. The floors are all interlocking triangles, and there is much dust. The door leading into the room where we meet is a half-door, the lower half. There are long eaves, done in an old style of roofing. There is a circle drawn on the floor, and there are twelve people who are wearing different colour robes; I am thirteen and wear a robe of purple shot thru with gold. There are others there too, not wearing robes. I feel out of place, go to sit in another room, listening to Don explain ceremonies and things that don't seem to be that vital. He comes in for a moment, asks why I am not there, and I tell him. He says we are having a meeting of robes afterwards and would I show up; I tell him I'll think about it. After the first meeting ends, Jody comes in to talk me into attending the second meeting. She is wearing a white robe with a hood, and there are symbols: crescent moon and a bough of a tree, alternated in green on the trim - she is Priestess. Another woman walks in in a red robe trimmed in silver; she has short black hair, a large nose, and is older than the rest of us - about 37 to 40. She has a wide mouth and sits down to talk to me. They both say the same thing, then Jody leaves and the woman gets me to go out and join, making the Circle full.
When it ends, we all agree to meet back here in five years. Jody and Don, who is in black hood and silver robe, leave and take most others with them. The woman in red, and Judi - whose colours are green and yellow, and I go out the door. When we get to the corner, I look back and the house is not there.
The next image is standing on the corner five years later and making the house appear. I am the only one there. I am dressed in a suit without a tie, it is green with white trim, white kerchief, white shoes. I walk into the house and immediately hear voices - but none are there. The half-door swings open on the room and I see signs where the group has been - a triangle out of place on the floor, a window with a crescent moon etched into it. I seem to go to trance and see Jody presiding as Priestess, while the red-robed woman gives her advice - yet no one is there to the eye physical. I change to the robe, which is a deeper purple than before, and I sit cross-legged on the floor, alone, yet a part of full Circle - and I wake up when I see the door swing closed. The dream ends.Dream -- 11/11/76
People in the dream: Carol N., Don & Jody, Avilda (I met her today), David A. from Illinois, Timothy F., Nancy N., my brother Tom, my father, a man named Jame- (as if the last letter of his name is gone), and a woman whose back is always toward me.
We are in a large log house located far out into forest. The windows are all like portals, with glass curving out from them. The action takes place in a huge kitchen and in the basement. The basement has a small room used as a bedroom, and a large room where there is a stone altar with a wooden coffin in front of it. We are all down there (except for my father and brother) conducting some sort of ceremony, led by this Jame person. He is of average height, his hair is rich red, he wears a black robe with silver chevrons going down the sleeves, he has a pendant that seems to have a negative light inside of it. The dream panned back to show everyone. Don and Jody were together, seated at the right of the altar. Don wears a black velour shirt and green pants, he holds his star necklace in his hand; Jody is in green and red suit, her hair is short, a page cut, and her hair has grey at the temples. Carol and I are seated at the left of the altar. She wears aqua with streaks of white running thru, she holds onto my hand. I am in grey pants and a blue and black striped shirt. I am gazing at a ring on my right hand that has a silver diamond imprinted. Timothy and Avilda sit on Jody's right. Tim is in silver and brown leggings, like an old frontiersman, and Avilda is in rich navy blue dress with silver piping and wears a bracelet with a golden eye on it. David and Nancy are both in black and yellow, he with black shirt, yellow pants, she the opposite. They sit at Carol's left and David is muttering in Scottish - words I don't understand. The ceremony is for a child; Jame is instructing the child before its birth. I don't know which of the five women is giving birth to this particular child because all are pregnant. During the ceremony I catch strong images of two things; one, of David falling into a pit with hands around his throat and two, the child to be born that we're having the ceremony for has certain features, eyes and ears, of a dog or a wolf. I immediately leave the ceremony, pulling Carol upstairs with me. I try to tell her and my brother Tom (who has long silvery hair) about the images. We sit around a huge round oak table. Carol disbelieves, and I take her into the paneled pantry; her colours have begun to swirl in her gown, and I explain what I know to be true - that this child could be the most evil ever. She sags against me, her colours washing over mine, and she says that she too had had an impression involving the image of a dog-wolf creature being in the ceremony - one of us, the man Jame. We stand together and focus on Don in our minds - his image dissolves, we can't break the reverie of the ceremony. Carol sobs. I call out to my father to take her to a place of safety in the house. I call out to Tom to come downstairs with me. As we descend, my clothes melt into a robe, rich navy blue and a gleaming green trident is on my chest. Tom, too, changes, his hair flowing long, his coat becoming pure silver, he wears a mask of silver to hide his features. We interrupt the ceremony, bring Don, David and Timothy upstairs. We sit in the wooden booth by the door. David has anger in his eyes when I tell him of the death image. My father and brother suggest we try to go somewhere to talk freely, a bogus trip for ice cream. I call down to Don, who has gone back into the small bedroom with Jody. He comes upstairs, explains he'll stay with the others to watch over them, Carol, Jody, Nancy, Avilda and the nameless woman. Avilda calls to me, "My laughter freezes - bring me a band of light." I nod, curious, as the rest of us go. When we return, it is dark - we have a flashlight. The outside entrance to the cellar has been left open, a twenty foot drop, an open pit. Fearful, we go downstairs, to find Don bound with flames and the girls, except for the faceless woman, are all strapped to the stone altar. Jame stands over them, a jagged knife, muttering sounds, no words I've ever heard. Then, in that long moan, I hear (or feel) movement in the wooden coffin at the base of the altar. Suddenly, I realize what it is; I motion to Timothy and he and I jump on the coffin, breaking it open. The "child" is inside, snarling. The man Jame turns to us, the faceless woman screams and vanishes - the sound of her voice is a yowl. David Adams screams as the wolf-child rips out his throat and then murmurs, "I take your name, David." Don lifts his eyes to Jody and Carol. Jody moves to the child-wolf and calms it with a bleeding hand, while Carol's spell binds its feet together. Timothy and I slam the man Jame against the stone altar - his blood is liquid fire. We free the others, but the child-wolf mutters, "Arepo," breaks Jody's and Carol's spell and vanishes. Avilda says, "The light came too late," and the dream ends.Dream -- 11/20/76
An odd world - people have unusual, in some cases even absurd, abilities. I've traveled here with Chris - she and I are observing. Others that I know are Rudolph, Lewie M., Jamie H., Nancy N., a black-haired woman named Catharsis. It is summer, we're in a city that's coming down around us. I have picked up a girl, a red-headed woman named Seneca. She and I sleep in a bunk above the rest in the house. Rudolph and Catharsis, Chris and Nancy N., share a room downstairs, leaving the rest to sleep in a dorm-style crash-anywhere room. Music is blaring from downstairs. Seneca suggests we go for a walk; she takes my hand, and we are suddenly walking in the downtown area of the city. It is all somehow more vivid than life. The purple darkness pushes in on us. Similarly, there is an arcade being assembled in front of us. In the arcade, we find sparkling lights. Chris comes out from behind a long line of blinking lights and motions to us. She is watching a screen of some sort. The house that we are living in is being raided. Rudolph and Catharsis, Lewie M. are taken. Jamie and Nancy hide outside, pretend drunkenness and get away. I ask Chris "Why?" She says the man who did it purges anyone with strange powers; Seneca says we have to get them back. We go to a library in the strange town. A man is there who has starched collars and a stern expression. I am looking through the books on magick and witchcraft. He comes over as I pick up a book entitled Magick Craft and Coats of Death, sneers at me, saying that that is a trash book, its author is a charlatan. I suggest that he show me good book. He goes into a back room, brings out a blue-bound book by a person named James LaSalle Masternick. It is entitled The Crafts of Legend and Realities I ask if I should sign it out, he says of course. Chris, with me, says that the book is very, very, very old; I ask how she knows. She says that the title page is fake, that you can make out its real name and author below it. It is called Cups of Vision and it is by a man named Goodman David Senecal. The "Goodman" is a title, not a name. The resemblance to Seneca's name is bizarre. I start to ask her about it when a ring (4-6 ft. around) appears in the air and beckons us to step through it. The dream ends.Dream -- 12/09/76
I'm working in some sort of special school or Archives - it has to do with all of the temporal realities. There is a building of stone and one of marble. The stone building houses the master time for the true overall reality; it is attuned to some sort of gyroscopic device that is made of quartz and diamond. The device has a particular balance to it; if it gets out of balance, all temporal realities will either speed up or slow down. There are two sets of keys to the balance; one belongs to me, the other to a short-haired blonde Arline (she is Debi). Arline comes to work at the Archives one day, saying that her set of keys has been stolen from her by a man named Lash. We immediately go to the balance vault and he is there. He has black hair and looks a lot like Rob Wagner. He turns the last lock and turns to look at us, he says, "You're just too late," and steps inside the vault. Arline looks at me and says, "He can do anything in there," meaning that he could choose a time on the dial, punch it into the computer feed to the balance, and that time would be sought by the balance, effectively shutting down or accelerating every other time. I tell Arline to go up in the time clock and whatever happens, to not let the computer link get through to our "real" time. Then, I unlock the vault - it is, of course, empty. I call out to Arline "catch" as she's leaving and throw her my set of keys. I close the vault. Inside is a mass of computers and clock faces. The clock face showing our "real" time is shaped like a diamond with eight markings on each segment side indicating the hour. It has already, by my wristwatch, slowed down some 17 minutes. I wait there several minutes, finally realizing that Arline has managed to block the linkage, for it doesn't slow down anymore. I look around for the time he picked - the date 2024, some two hundred years ago. I punch the repeat signal dot and can feel my appearance changing as my personal time changes to fit 2024. The danger with time-hopping this way is two-fold. One, without proper study of the target time, one is a total alien; two, you can appear anywhere within a 50 mile radius of the original time building. I pop into 2024 in a crowded city, on the street at lunch hour. A woman wearing a light blue metallic pants suit is in front of me; she gasps, then covers it up quickly. I walk into a crowd. In a window, I catch a sight of my life in this time; I have bushy hair, silver-grey. My face has a scar above my right eye and a scar running from one end to the other of the left jawbone. The eyes are blue. I'm wearing a cowled shirt, with the cowl loosely bunched at the neck; it is black. My pants are bright red. I wear one glove, a leather one on my right hand. I go to an exchange and consult my lifebook. My name in this time is Anthony Taggart, and Arline's name is Rachel Penn. I decide to check with her just in case the man Lash has been to see her. The city I am in has street names that are odd: Geary St., Post St., San Rafael Ave. Rachel lives on Claremont Rd. I introduce myself. She is a redhead and wears a white pantsuit. We go in and she puts a TV cassette on the wall player; an old movie blurs. She asks what she can do. I draw her a picture of Lash - she starts. I ask her if she's seen him; she says he tried to kill her yesterday. Suddenly her sister comes into the room; her name is Denise , and she is Karen from next door. She's saying something about "Miki and Sylvia are coming in from Rolla next week," and then she sees me. I explain what is going on, I'm looking for Lash, he's a criminal, etc. - and Denise (called Denni by Rachel) asks why he'd want to kill Rachel. I say, "Because she holds a key to his existence in the future." Denise asks if I am an Incarnator and I say yes. She says, "So am I. Arline sent me after you. My future name is Caroline Coulter, also known as The Widow." The "Widow" in "real" time, 2351, is a sort of time pirate who has gained a great amount of notoriety. I ask why. She says, "All the times are confusion. Lash set a scrambler on the gyro - he has the key to it. We have ten hours." We leave immediately and the dream ends.Dream -- 02/18/78
We are seated on a long dais - Don and Jody, Nancy Mahaffey, Larry, Carolyn, my parents, Arthur, Gail, Carol, Gina and myself. I am in charge. There are silver chevrons on my uniform and silver chandeliers at each end of the table. Don sits opposite me at the second head, Jody to his right, and continuing are Larry, Nancy, Gail and Carol. Then, I am at the head. To my right is Gina, Arthur, Carolyn, my father and my mother. My father's presence has cast a pall of fear on this table - he is strong and fearless and not to be swayed. We are dressed up, the men in various casual suits. I wear a red shirt with a black string tie and grey coat. Larry is in blacks, Arthur in tweed, Don is in a soft colour pinstrip and Dad in navy blue. The women are in gowns; Jody is in green, Nancy and Carolyn in blue and silver, my mother in an off-white colour and a blue coat, Gina is in gold, Gail in red, Carol in blue and white. Larry is performing one magick trick after another: flame on his fingers, making spoons disappear - and suddenly, in irritation, I ask him to stop it, but most of the others want him to continue. I stand then, and withdraw to a chamber. Moments afterward, Carolyn joins me. "We are not doing what must be done," I say to her. She nods and sits on a divan. We are coated suddenly in our colours. My parents enter and say that they are returning, that fragile is the being and to orchestrate the chaos. They leave and Carolyn looks at me. "Do they know that we are _________________?" She uses a word, not in English, to indicate our status - it means some sort of universal force. I nod. "The knowing is deadly." I nod, and ask, "Have you chosen an heir?" She turns, regards me in reflection of a mirror on the wall. "Yes, but… I am reconsidering." "How long?" - There is a smile. "I would like to continue for a time, then grant the leadership to either Don or you." Immediately I say, ""I cannot - I dislike crowds, and I'm more effective when not in the spotlight." She laughs. "You took control tonight." "Because you abdicated the control." She brushes a strand of dark hair from her eye. I ask, "The forces you juggle are destroying you, aren't they?" "They have that power, yes." In the mirror, her face shows aging, then youthing, til it settles once more in the present. "Does Don know?" my question catches her - "About the leadership?" I finish. She says, "Yes." - It is like pulling teeth. "And the other?" "Not entirely, no. He and his complement contain great powers, but they are melding them and it is too soon to tell if the melding of the powers will be enervative or synergic." Undoubtedly, she thinks I don't comprehend the usage - but I do. "When will you die?" I ask. She faces me squarely; there are so many planes on which she can answer that, I can feel her selecting. "Not soon, but not distant." I laugh at that, she joins. She is secretive - I smile. "And when Don and Jody reign, where will you be?" She smiles again, but then the knowledge from which I'd asked that question dawns on her. I can feel her choosing degrees of honesty and hold her eyes, demanding truth. "All right, Sebastian, I, too, will still be there." "You play a deadly game, Ayeisha, one you may regret." She stands, as do I, our colours go back into the suits worn before. "Where will you stand?" she asks. "I need your help," she continues. Her eyes find mine. "All right, I stand at the fulcrum. Don said that I was the balancing factor once, according to a reading of Tarot. I stand outside of all by necessity." She gives a half laugh. "You could form your own path, separate from each of ours, yet you don't. Your friends who sit there would be with you - but you don't." "Carolyn, it is not time - I am ignorant on many fronts." She holds up her hand. "I was not URGING you to do so, just commenting on your lack of commitment." I laugh. "I plead guilty to that." As we re-enter the dining hall, all glances are wary and apprehensive as they regard us - the dream ends.Dream -- 02/22/78
It is the last day of a Witchmeet being held at Ocean City, Maryland, and there's a knock at the door. I find Frost standing there, his eyes meet mine, he says, "May I step in?" I nod and motion to a chair. I am very reserved, not willing to yield even a common courtesy to him -- he knows -- he asks, "Do you want to study with me? I can show you the magick of many cultures." I smile and say, "Why should I when I'm learning the magick of many worlds?" The color drains from him, he asks me if Ayeisha has talked to me. I say "no," not certain if he meant that day or previous. Conversation continues along innoculous lines, the weather, the ocean. As I hear Don's voice in the hall, Frost stands and as Don and Jody come in, he comes over, clasps my shoulder, says, "I'd have us be good friends." That is the scene Don and Jody see as they enter -- I look at them, turn back to Frost, who is grinning. I take my left hand and pick up his from my shoulder, drop it away. "You are a pompous fool, Frost, you sense your death as a power in Craft and you expect us to stay the death-blow." Jody breaks in, saying "Anyway that we can hasten that blow, we will." Suddenly Frost comes aware of his very exposed position and sinks to his knees -- Don walks by him -- Jody sits on the couch at the opposite end from me. Frost is oblivious to us -- Jody asks me if he is human, and I reply, "All too." Her concern opens a bit to him because she knows he has met forces which could overwhelm. Suddenly, by the sink, there is a shimmering and a hologramming effect, a wavering of the fabric of reality. "My construct is not doing so well, is he?" Don comes running back in from the bedroom and says, "It's Hellmann! Is Frost part of Hellmann?"(One of our adversaries from the Dream Wars) I respond, "I don't think so, I think he's just an agent." The shimmering moves and settles over Frost, who raises from his genuflective pose. "What is happening?" comes from Jody. Don is concentrating; I am both amused and fearful. Frost glares at us and begins to walk away. At the door, it opens before him, and Carolyn (Ayeisha) is there. She looks at him, and says, "In the name of MAALIN, you will die -- not soon, but soon enough that all will know you." Frost leaves, while Carolyn sits at the desk and asks if we are alright. I say, "Of course. Who is MAALIN?" Don says, "A Universal." and Carolyn nods.Dream -- 03/03/78
Carolyn is teaching me about time, reaching back for the memories of strength, giving much energy to me. There are coloured ribbons of space all around us. I am amused and she is smiling. She holds out a hand, and then another, and another and another. I'm cracking up and my laughter and smiles are teasing her. She motions to me to take her hand. I do and "walk" into another land. The buildings are suspended in mid-air, multi-coloured (not each one, just many colours) - diamonds with rounded vertices, and with a rectangle in its center. There is also an effect of the center as tho it is in four dimensions. She asks if I've been here before; I say, "Yes, once - when I was very, very young, and only in a dream." She laughs at that, and I correct myself. "Well, anyway, the reality came in a dream." As the dream ends.Dream -- 12/14/78
Don and I are seeking a man named John Seyple (sy- pul), who lived on earth many thousands of years ago. Utilizing a clue given to me by Carol, we locate an aging, crumbling ruin west of Baltimore. The terrain is bizarre, very very soft ground and bits and pieces of skeletons lying around. As we walk past a gnarled tree, we come upon a green coloured lean-to made of satin. Inside, resting on a pedestal of sorts, is a book. Very ancient, it is bound in leather that is coated with some sort of laminate. We take the book and flash to our sanctum. Don prepares the brazier with incense and I begin to open the book. Nicholas (my cat) is in my lap and as I open the book, he snarls and leaps down on the floor. I am paging through the volume - dust is drifting up from it - suddenly a big (3 inches across) black spider crawls up from the script, coming alive and three-dimensional as it does so. I leap up from the chair and yell to Don to beware. The creature leaps down onto the floor and stalks Nicholas; as it does, it changes to the appearance of a large tarantula. By the time Nicholas jumps over it, it is over two feet across and growing a crustaceous shell about it. Its head pokes out like a turtle's would and its body has seemed to grow much more reptilian. It is snarling. Don moves to block its growth, but his abilities are useless. A dozen more heartbeats, and the creature is nearly six feet long and four feet wide. Its face now protrudes and looks much like a monkey's, only with no ears, and its face is ghostly white. Don has been reading inscriptions from the book. Suddenly the creature darts at Nicholas. I intercede and hurl it against a wall. As it hits, exposing its underbelly, I seize a pair of crossed swords hanging on the wall; I hurl them. One hits the belly, the other, the throat of the creature. Greenish blood flows, but its face has metamorphosed into an almost human one. It struggles to move away, but I draw an axe from the weapons wall and, after activating its mystic properties with a drop of my own blood, bring it crashing down on the neck, severing its head. I turn back to Don. He says that the creature was called a Centausi, which means "A hundred changes," and was left here in the year 1967. "But something is strange, because the script refers to the land of silver seas and blue mountains." Don goes on to say that those are "near the Caspian Sea - but that was over 4,000 years ago." So whoever wrote this book was dating it from at least 2,000-2,500 BC. The Centausi apparently "awoke" upon contact with the air and began metamorphosing into existence. The bones we'd seen before had been its prey. We sit contemplating the meaning of all this as the dream ends.Dream -- 02/12/79
Don, Jody and myself are traveling on a monorail through the Colorado mountains. It is a huge monorail, fully 40 feet wide. Don has a beard, while I have none. It is the future, perhaps 15 years from now. Crow's feet are around his eyes and his hair is salt and pepper. We have come here because it is in one of the mountain towns, the town where all roads end, called Telluride, that we will find a being of great power who possesses a Key to future times. I am wearing a striped shirt with dark black pants and a scarf around my neck. Jody is in a flowing navy blue gown; her hair, too, is flecked with white and she wears no makeup. There is a tiara that she wears, however, in the shape of a phoenix. Don's eyes have changed colour, from deep brown to sky blue, and his features are not as haunted. In the club car of this vehicle we find Carolyn. She is with her daughter, who looks very little like her, and her son, who does. She is imposing and towering over all others in the car. She recognizes us - its been 15 years - and motions to us. She is with a tall man in silver. "Bound for Telluride?" she asks. Don is irritated, instantly. He motions, and simultaneously, all others in the car begin to leave. There are five of us now. "You still flaunt your knowledge, Ayeisha," he says. I am taken by this, for I cannot ever recall ever hearing him address her by that name. She responds, "My knowledge is from all, for all, given to all, Ahousous." She turns and introduces us in turn. Don is introduced as Ahousous, Jody as Mirramey and myself as Gandori. The man in silver, flowing brown hair, pale eyes, is addressed as Meta. He says, "Our journey begins" - and we are suddenly robed in similar dark robes and lifted from the monorail. We soar through the dead end valley called Satan's Pass and see, in the distance, the town Telluride. The sun warps, a blink against the sky, and I realize that we are traveling through time as well as space. The flickering is mesmerizing. Jody is between Don and myself, Carolyn to our rear, Meta creating a bow wave of time displacement. It is in the far, far future when the effect stops. He wafts us all to earth and goes over to Carolyn, touches her shoulder, says, "Your children?" "They are with my mother, safe for now." We walk into Telluride, only the effect is that of popping from one dimension into another, walking into and out of a picture. We are headed for a structure shaped like a - the word escapes me, I know it, but not in this language. There are spires and minarets, but they sparkle then fade, then reappear at another place on the structure. On the doorway is a symbol of a diamond with a shape inside of it; below it, a diamond with a rectangle within. Inside is plush carpet and suits of armor unsuited to humans lined up on our right. A grandfather clock is tolling. As we walk down a long hallway, we pass the clock - it has eight markings per side in a diamond shape. As we step across a threshold, suddenly we are separated. I find myself in a rotting, old abandoned house. There are sounds coming from all around like organ and chains. I hear rats scurry. I try to find an exit and cannot. Pulse pounding, heart hurts; I cry out in fear - and the image dissolves. Carolyn is before me, and I've lost my notebook and pens. She is watching me. She says, "I'll go back with you, if you like." Inside of me I realize that these are fears I that I must conquer by myself. I look at her. "Send me back." The house is dust-covered. I take a deep breath and find my notes. I look out the window; it is gabled. I can see a sulphur-coloured mist outside - poisonous - at the end of the yard is a rust incrusted iron gate with a wolf on it. A noise - I turn - Carolyn is there. "This place is yours." "But I left it long, long ago, when I fell from favor." She turns; I note her tracks in the dust - she'd appeared here, rather than walked in. "Perhaps you are 'in favor' once more," she says. "Let the halls be filled with music, let the dancers move their forms, let guises fall from all these halls, let magick itself reform," and suddenly, it is as it once was - the Cathedral of Time, and I am Greym Gandori. Carolyn's gone, and I sense rather than see, new figures. Nancy M. is there, called Lanna Shatree, and Don and Jody; also a hooded figure, with the hood covering his face entire. I know him - he is my brother Ma-arm, born without a face, a telepath - and Carolyn back, in this realm called "The Weeper." "We have a common enemy - and all past enmity must be put aside - the price for not doing so is the death of all of time at his hands." She holograms an image of the man called Nea Selana (it is Lash ), as the dream ends.