#astral surrealism

[milktoooth]

𝑈𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠

[aventurineswife]

𝟎𝟎 — 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

The world was screaming.

A soundless roar reverberated through the air, vibrating deep in the marrow of the earth itself. Fires bloomed across the horizon like wilting flowers, their smoke clawing at a sky split by jagged streaks of blue and gold light. The once-bustling city lay in shambles, its towering spires buckling under the weight of something unseen but immense, as though the heavens themselves were folding inward.

And then, silence.

You woke up on cold, fractured ground, your cheek pressed against shards of crystalized ash. A sickly warmth pulsed through the air, but it wasn’t the heat that pulled you upright—it was a voice.

It wasn’t a voice, not in the traditional sense. It wasn’t sound. It was a presence, vast and all-encompassing, brushing against the edges of your mind like the echo of a dream you couldn’t quite remember.

"𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐞."

You gasped as the word—or thought—slammed into your consciousness. Your body moved instinctively, scrambling to your knees, though every muscle protested.

The city—or what was left of it—stretched out before you, a desolate wasteland. Shadows writhed where no light should have reached. In the distance, a cluster of people ran toward a barely functioning evac station, their screams swallowed by the chaos. A Stellaron, massive and pulsating, loomed like a malignant star over the ruins.

Your chest tightened. You knew what this was. Everyone did. Stellaron outbreaks were whispered about in myths and horror stories, a cosmic plague that left no survivors. And now, one had come to your home.

But how were you still alive?

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞."

The voice—or thought, or thing—intruded again, cold and steady.

“Who’s there?” you rasped, your voice breaking on the question. You weren’t sure whom you were asking.

No answer came, but the pressure in your mind didn’t fade. Instead, it grew, wrapping around your thoughts like a vice. Images flickered unbidden behind your eyes—a spiraling void, a distant train cutting through infinite stars, and fragments of something shattered, scattered across the cosmos.

You clutched your head, doubling over. “Stop—stop it!”

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞."

The command was undeniable, a weight that bore down on your every thought. Your legs obeyed before you had time to resist, carrying you forward into the wreckage. You staggered, eyes darting to the ground for stability, but the fragments of crystal that lined the earth pulsed faintly as you passed, like they were responding to your presence.

You didn’t know where you were going or why, only that you couldn’t stop. A part of you wanted to scream—to cry out for help—but deep down, some instinct whispered that no one would hear you.

The distant whine of engines pierced the air, and a shadow fell over you. When you looked up, a colossal shape descended from the sky—a train. No, not just a train. It glimmered with an otherworldly light, sleek and impossibly vast.

The voice returned, this time softer, almost amused.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬."

And as you stepped toward the light, the fragments beneath your feet glowed brighter. For a brief moment, you could swear you saw something—no, someone—standing in the smoke ahead of you.

They reached out a hand, and the world dissolved into darkness.

[Navigation]

[frogmuse]

[whenaprilwoodsarered]

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[rambling-red-wizard]

Aeon, The False City (The Dream Atlas, Pt. 2)

(NOTE: All of this is UPG, based on personal experience. For any other purpose, consider it a lore entry or a storybook legend.) The dream world of the Between is what lies on the middle ground between reality and fiction, life and death, chaos and order. The demi-god Fear, who keeps the stables of Mother Night, releases his Nightmares to graze on the fields created by the millions of sleeping, dreaming minds- and his twin sister, Hope, leads them back with her silver lantern before Dawnfather wakes. Wandering Dreamers walk Between- and if you stride just right, along the edge that separates the Impossible and the Mundane, you will discover True Dreams- places and figures of power, that bleed into much of the human subconscious. No architect made this place. Nothing thinking nor feeling calls the city home. Yes, we walk its greying halls, carpeted in striated mosses. Yes, we peer with curiosity and revulsion at the natural, bioluminescent polyps that so closely resemble lamps. Yes, the brittle stone forms perfectly rectangular openings, of just the right height and width to traverse. But nobody lives here . Aeon is a city drawn from the earth, and it appears identical to any modern urban settlement, albeit empty and abandoned. The truth, however little that means Between, is that the stone made it. It was never built, never lived in, never abandoned, but it is undeniably a city. Any dreamer who walks its streets will very soon begin to wonder- why, then, do we think we are so special? What good is building a city if the earth may answer with one of its own? What makes us human if not the complexity of our colonies, seen nowhere else, but... But here. Here, where the fungus stalks blink red and green and yellow to signal trundling isopods to roll forward. Where slitted, niter-caulked grates let rain water run into the slimy subterranean rivers below. Where a colony of howling-bats screech the night-hours from a spire that looks curiously like a clock-tower. Where stiff reeds sprout up through cracks in the rock, twining into thorny fences. A city with no people; a city with no need for us. A stony, faceless urban hellscape that seems to somberly declare "You are not special. You are not free. You are simply the means by which the City entered your realm. And as long as the City is there, it owns you."

[themadartistofthevoid]

Astral Entity

Another attempt to draw a dream/astral entity I've had few profound encounters with in that strange realm when I become lucid. A familiar character, yet shrouded in mystery. Call it imagination, an amalgamation of favorite characters manifesting as my subconscious in the dream-world, or spiritual, my heart always told me it was more than what I could possibly comprehend, and it was both beautiful and terrifying. Regardless of the truth, it is a character very special to me.

[kdmatheson]

"MOON-POOKAH" kd matheson, 2023

[belphster]

Astral Projection

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

Drink from drops of ether

Dripping down from pools

Upon amber leaves

Alive and vibrant

Prismatic vibrations

Crying a cerulean cascade

To revitalize

Consciousness

[generativetenebrousautomata]

[nintala-scribble]

Nebula lady watches over.

[coldbrewblooded]

I now have the Insulin

[kylesanjuan]

[spiritsurfers]

My "almost" OBE experience: September 10, 2024

Last night (actually this morning more like) I had an "almost" OBE which I entered from a lucid dream and I wanted to share the details with you.

So, I found myself in a lucid dream at about 5 in the morning (this is when most of my lucid dreams happen!) I was in a grocery store in the dream and realized I was lucid. When I realized this I did the lucid dream protocol in the AYDA method.

My whole body flipped upside down which has never happened before and I ended up in a bed in the lower astral. This was an astral travel I was entering and not an OBE and I knew this. There was a blurry, dream-like quality to it, although it was still pretty solid and real (but not solid enough!) I got up out of this bed very easily (and because this was an astral travel it was easy to get up)

I walked down a staircase and then demanded to be transferred to "somewhere that would benefit me", I said out loud I wanted to have an OBE. I then found myself in another bed in a higher realm. It felt very dense and real, more dense than the lower astral which I was just in.

I woke up in my "bed" which was similar to the one I have in real life and saw two black legs beside my bed, standing about a foot away. The legs were a very "dark" black, which is hard to describe. It reminded me of a "wet suit" you would wear to scuba dive. I still had my sleep mask on so I couldn't see this person's head, just the legs. My heart skipped a beat, but I was generally calm. I was trying really hard to sit up in the bed, but I felt very magnetized to my body. My eyes were blurry but I could still see pretty well.

I was able to sit up but it was very difficult, when I finally managed to sit up in the bed, the person sat on the bed beside me and was saying "it's ok, you're doing fine, everything is going to be ok", he was supporting my arms as I sat up. This is when I saw it was my dad. My dad is still alive, but perhaps this was him in a higher form.

He looked exactly like he did in this reality except more healthy, younger and way thinner. This was a surprising thing to experience because in real life, my dad is very closed off and shut down. But here, I felt love from him.

After I heard his voice and saw it was him, I was then transferred to another body in another bed. I still had my sleep mask on, and could see under the sleep mask a stained glass window on the wall in front of me, it was round with red, blue and green mosaic pieces in it, and the walls were wooden, it reminded me of being in an old church (it was similar decor to when I had my first OBE and woke up in my room that looked very-church-like) I was again, trying really hard to open my eyes fully, but it was too hard. I also tried to sit up the same as before by raising my arms, but I just felt too heavy.

I then felt around 3-4 women come to my bedside. I felt myself as being stuck in between this world and another. In the distance I actually heard a walkie talkie and a voice coming from it, something you would hear in a hospital (how nurses carry around walkie talkies).

I wish I paid attention to the words coming from it but I couldn't focus. I could hear these "nurses" whispering to each other, they could see I was kind of scared and freaking out. I felt one of them touch my arm and it was as real as can be. I felt another one place some sort of tape on my hand. But she did it too suddenly and this is when I jumped, not because of the tape, but because my body felt so sensitive (being in between realms) and she put the tape on too hard,

I definitely had adrenaline pumping and was jumpy. When she put the tape on my hand, another nurse (these could have been angels) sort of reprimanded her saying "be careful" and in that moment, I knew she reprimanded her because of how much she loved me. And I knew that the woman who taped my hand loved me too. And I felt remorse that the woman was reprimanded, because I had so much love for her.

I tried to sit up again and muttered "why is this happening". And one of the nurses said "mon cher, c'est la vie", in a very gentle way. Meaning "my dear, this is life"...this is how life is etc...I speak both french and english so maybe this is why she spoke french.

Then 2 of the nurses laid on me to make me stop moving and that's when I woke up for real, in my own bed.

What this experience made me realize is how empty we feel in this lower realm. We cannot feel the love others have for us, so we will say, do or wear whatever we have to, to try to cobble together a connection with someone. And it's sad to think about, isn't it? In higher realms, the love people have for you is felt, it's automatic and is delivered to you basically on a platter. Here, we may only feel this love in short bursts. It is fleeting and the reason why we say things to people or post things on social media is to put something out there in hopes of getting a glimmer of love back.

EDIT (Sept 18): I found out that the black being I saw was actually an "anubis" being who had shape shifted to look like my dad. Anubis is considered to be the father of humanity and is a god who sacrificed himself to help humanity ascend. I think if I saw him with the dog head I would have freaked out, so am grateful he at least appeared as someone familiar.

My first OBE experience w angels:

[sixfromerie-art]

Void Mind

[dante-and-dragons]

I think my best DMing tip is, if you use music, use synthwave for dream sequences or other surreal situations.