The shit that I see...

This was a dream within a dream. What matters here are the visuals.

There was a tiger poster in my bedroom. It was spiritual, It had an image of a humanoid tiger in strange armor who stood on two feet. It may have been on four feet at some points too with the view being from the top. When humanoid, it was holding a scythe. It was on an indigo blue field, a night sky. The field itself held a swirl of spiritual symbols in place of stars. They spiraled from a point off-left. The tiger was on the right.

A sage in the dream told me that we could find spirituality anywhere. It was unclear whether the sage was in the room or a phantasm. Maybe he was the tiger. He said that his grandson searched for years and years but never found anything, but one day in the Nevada desert he stood by a certain rock for a very long time and was overtaken by this vision:

Stones flying through a red (maroon) void, a neon yellow sun (gem, rock, glows like a firefly) in the distance is the source. The stones spiral back toward the sun like a winding tornado. Is the stone the source? Music is playing. I am within the stones and they turn toward me. They are stone birds, and they are flying in a circle. I'm part of the flock. The sage man is speaking (more like shouting) and I'm struck by the fact that he sounds like Christoper Lee. I don't remember what he says. The vision has an overall feel of tension/action. The birds are angry and keep giving me dirty looks.

boiling planets dream (next)
seagull, died in a cave dream (next next)

Anime dream. Seriously.

A little girl and little boy develop a friendship. Both are lonely. Little girl lives with dad who is loving but never around. Little boy lives with a demanding mom who shows little love. the little girl begins to see things at night, visions, spirits, happenings (spells, explosions). nobody else seems to see, so she tries to ignore them. A fox spirit notices that she sees things and begins to watch her. one night, as she's walking past the little boy's house, she sees boxes outside. He's moving. He comes outside and she stops him, telling him he can't leave. He seems tragically sad. His mother comes out of the house and tells him that he must leave, it's time to go. He tells his mom that he wants to stay. She pulls out a string with flat colored discs strung perpendicular to the string from top to bottom. She twirls it and the colors and patterns create a hypnotic illusion; the boy is transfixed. As he stares, his eyes begin to glow and then the discs glow. He catches fire but is not consumed, the flames are cool and calm. The little girl cries out and wraps him into a hug. He does not respond. She takes his head in her hands and forces him to look her in the eye. The spell is momentarily broken. She tells him he can't leave because she loves him. He is confused for a moment but finally responds. He says he cares about her too but that he "can't..." and looks back at his mother. She is using the twirly thing to call a magical vehicle. It is silver and blue, it looks like a limo from Futurama. His mother tells the little girl that she can never match her powers and tells the little boy that he had better come or she will leave him behind. The boy doesn't want to go but does anyway. The little girl promises herself that she will find him again. The fox is watching. He offers to teach her the kind of magic the woman uses ("string magic") and she says yes. She discovers that using string magic allows her to effect the things she sees, visions and such. They were passive up until now.

She has a vision of the "Second Apocalypse," she sees the "strength" titan fall, deteriorating into clay, and of herself being consumed by another titan. (Called "mustard titan" in the dream. It is deadly and smells bad, look into mustard gas)

The fox is speaking with his cohorts. They question his decision to teach her, saying that she isn't strong enough and "can't do it." The fox believes in her and tells his cohorts that they have no other choice.

He teaches her an avoidance trick. The idea is to tie a string around the waist, and if tied in a certain way, it will float up and stay there, as if it is part of a larger suspension cable. He tells her to tug it (or he will tug it) and she will be pulled out of harm's way. (it will look like she disappears for a moment).

She gets an opportunity to use the avoidance spell when a boar spirit wants to attack a police officer in a park. She ties the spell and tries to save him, but fails. The police officer is killed.

The police that were with him report him being attacked by a dog and that the little girl tried to save him. The ambulance comes and protocol is followed. The girl walks home with her dad. She keeps it together for a little while but eventually breaks down and cries. She says "I killed someone for real this time."

This is the first event in which a human has been killed by a spirit. The Third Apocalypse has begun.

Something about haunted caves.

there were pools in the caves. The water is hot and silky, with the appearance of steaming milky bowls. There used to be a resort here, but it closed down. We stumbled upon this place by accident. When I bathed in the pools, I felt relaxed and sensual. There were others as well, bathing closer to the spout where the water is richer. Something happened and became wary while the others became scared, irritable, paranoid. We followed them out of the pool but they went deeper and deeper into the mines. The mines themselves seemed to be carved, the walls square from each other. They were of dark gray granite, like the rocks that protrude from loam of the Appalachian mountains. There were many twists, turns, and seemingly endless tunnels. One such tunnel terminated in a wildly canted staircase that dove to unknowable depths. It was down this staircase that we lost some. There was an argument, we tried to convince them to stay, that something in the pools had made them delirious. We knew that if they went so far in they wouldn't come back. We tried to tell them, but they didn't care. They were looking for something, and were convinced the way that they were talking would lead them to it. We gave up and turned back, knowing the others were lost and that following them would lead us to our certain doom. I had a crushing sense of deja vu.

We ourselves became lost in the caves. Whatever happened in the pools had disoriented us. A young man appeared. He was happy, confident, snarky but overall friendly. He is small, but very handsome. He rich brown hair that hangs to the shoulder, and piercing green eyes. He looks like a younger and slimmer Andrew WK. He told us of a strange power in these caves, concentrated in the pools. It is unfriendly to humans, and seeks to disorient them so that they may become lost in its labyrinthine clutches. It is implied that our newfound friend is not human. He leads us to a stone staircase that will lead us up and out to the old resort complex and bids us farewell.

The resort complex itself is old. The design is Victorian, with a slightly haunted-house feel to it. The architecture reminds me of a castle. We are preparing to leave, but I look down the hill and see that there is an entire town full of people at the base of the resort ridge. My friends want to go home but I decide that I will go and explore. When I reach the bottom I encounter a strange building. It is less than a story high and long like a wall or barrier rather than a building. There are small trees planted along the side, with paths winding back to unseeable "entrances." I find a grate that is glowing green. Being the only visible opening in this strange building, I bend down to inspect. I open the grate and the green light is blinding. I am unable to pass through and creepy old lady fingers are poking out of the edges. My friend reappears and tells me that this is the Witches' door. He leads me to the proper door and we enter what appears to be a pawn shop. The inside is the same as parts of the caves: gray stone carved into huge blocks. He knows the store owner and they have a conversation while I explore the wares. They're all old and brassy, and look like they're from the early 1900's.

My friend leads me to a few other places in the town. The streets are cobblestone and all of the buildings are the same as the first: long, low, winding and with few visible entrances. There are people about, wandering the streets in and out of sight. It starts to get late and my friend starts leading me back toward the resort. I want to stay, but know intuitively that it's time to go. As he leads me to the front entrance of the resort where I came in, I ask him to come with me. He says that he can't that he must stay here. I get the impression that leaving is impossible for him. I'm sad to go, sad to leave him, but I know that I must.