Today's dream: Kid's asses, Worldbreaking Lovecraftism & My magical friend

I woke up today (or yesterday, June the 18th) at 1 p.m., after having slept 7 hours. I had one of the longest and most intense dreams of the season. It took me a while to get the ideas together and in order. It evoked many rare emotions that I didn't expect.

My mountain magical friend

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There was an older man, perhaps in his fifties, who had long grey hair and a friendly smile. I considered him my friend in the dream. He was also magical and very powerful. He lived in a little brick house on the mountain. There was a lot of grass and trees around us, and beyond, we could see the city.

Suddenly, he turned to me and told me that he needed to isolate himself for a little while in his hut. I was a bit sad that I wouldn't be able to see him. We kept talking for a little bit and I asked him if he would be able to take me (flying) to "el páramo" in Merida. El Páramo is a beautiful place on the mountains of Merida. I've gone and the landscapes are otherworldly. I asked because I knew that he was super fast, but we had always met in the mountain and never left.

He told me that he couldn't leave the surroundings of his little house. He told me the story that he had been hunted down by a more powerful man before and was left wounded, a broken hand, weak and bleeding, and ever since he had been relying on his belonging to the little hut, some kind of magical properties of homes, to be able to survive in his current state, but he couldn't leave. I was worried about him.

After a little while, he left to his house and I was left with a weird feeling. He didn't answer my calls when I talked outside the house. I started to pace anxiously around it and suddenly got the courage to open the door and see him. When I opened the door, I saw a bed right in front of me, five steps away, and in that bed was what had been that man, now younger, missing a hand, bleeding from his mouth and nose, lying back. I walked in and when I saw his face, I was really scared because his face was my brother's.

My old brother being in this state was really anguishing. In fact, the only dreams that have deeply touched me are the ones where my brother is being harmed. I walked in, kneeled beside the bed, put my face against his chest, closed my eyes and grabbed his left hand with my right hand. I wanted to hear something, to know that he wasn't dead. I just laid there for a while, feeling his presence, wanting him to be ok. I heard a stomach growl, on his chest, for some reason...

I stayed there for a while, hearing weird stuff that made me wonder whether it meant that he was alive or that his dead body was decomposing.

A worshipped pacifist

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This dream was set in a strange city where I've never been. It seemed South American, but cleaner and more peaceful than Venezuela. However, there was a quirk where communities had their idols. We were looking for a man who was the idol of a community, but the people in charge made a mistake and went to the wrong village. They came back and said that it was obvious that they had made a mistake because the idol of the community they visited was not the man we were looking for and was instead a gangster.

It was then that they explained that many communities have an idol that is both like their local hero and their representative. I would have found it strange before for a community to worship a criminal, but seeing the events all around the world and particularly here in Venezuela, Colombia, Mexico and the US, I don't find it strange anymore.

Then, we actually went to the guy's mansion and he seemed to be a total pacifist. Currently, he was welcoming a discriminated against race of aliens in his backyard. I remember going to my living room, where there were a few of these people who were in the team. There was a young woman who was trying to write something but the pen was of a weird alien technology and she couldn't make it work. Then a middle-aged man came and helped her.

Kid's Asses & Worldbreaking Lovecraftism

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In what looked to be a hotel and/or a business building, there were many floors/stages. This is a trope in my dreams where everything is in a building and can be accessed through stairs, elevators and passages. We were looking for a group of children. I opened a door and I was sort of narrating in my mind with a voice, like an omniscient narrator. It said something like:

"Ah, here they are. And that's why we couldn't find them! This is where they poop, and it's also the parasites' perfect breeding ground"

We walk and see a whole 100x100 meter room of letrines that are more like embedded sinks in the ground. Inside each sink, there are one or two children with their faces toward the ground, where the drainage would be. It's disgusting to think that their faces are probably sharing a spot with where their feces were, but what's more disgusting is to think that they probably didn't have faces anymore but roots or who knows how the parasites changed their faces to make their nest. Maybe they used their brains for additional information management.

Anyway, since their faces were toward the ground, what I was seeing was a 100 meter long and 100 meter wide expanse of asses pointing toward the ceiling. The lights were white but not so bright. It didn't smell or look particularly bad, but the knowledge within was enough to make any rational person despair. Luckily, I was not a rational person but someone in a dream, so I just walked among them and tried to reach the other side, almost falling inside the latrines and getting myself infected... Oof, I wouldn't want to be in that situation.

In other parts of the hotel, where the doors were supposed to be, there were patches, as if someone had built bricks and left them unpainted, or as if the borders of the brick patch had been taken over by moss and fungi. There were many places that were changed against common sense. Passages that led nowhere, passages where there weren't supposed to be, chasms in the middle of rooms, rooms with inappropriate things like doors leading to the outside of the building (on a 4th floor) and such.

This has only happened once before but it was much more intense. Aliens had changed the way reality itself worked. Suddenly there were shipments arriving with balls that were vessels for these aliens and wherever they "infected", every portion that was a portal or marked a passage would get turned into an entrance to a separate dimension that was some sort of free-for-all warzone where people got infected and could not leave and everything inside (and the portals too, and every zone infected) was inscribed with alienish writing that carried horrible and incomprehensible meanings. This world was right out of a 5D horror movie where the horror gets directly inserted into your brain as you observe an otherwise normal world (if a little bizarre). I remember a lot from this dream and it still makes me squirm in fear.