#sleep hypnosis lucid dreaming

[uniqueinsights]

In this video, we explore the world of Lucid Dreaming and dive deep into what it is, how it works, and how you can achieve it. From the benefits of Lucid Dreaming to the techniques and strategies for achieving it, this video has everything you need to know. Join us on a journey of self-discovery and exploration as we discover the power of Lucid Dreaming.

[teethburger]

i just woke up, sorry if this doesn’t make sense

this is probably going to sound like some crazy hippy bullshit, but I listened to this video

while sleeping and I had the craziest most vivid and colorful dreams ever. My mom hugged me and I felt so intensely loved I could feel it in my chest and the whole world felt right. I was removing ugly fascist pins from a secondhand hat while wandering around the city. My grandpa (the one who cheated on his wife for ten years, not the one who died of lung cancer) tried to teach me about pride flags in a very bizarre and roundabout way. I was a drag king and it motivated me to be a drag king in real life. The whole city was celebrating because the voting results were back and NVA and Vlaams Belang lost badly, and I hugged my sister who was a little brown dog from Bluey and I was a little black dog from Bluey. It was crazy. Please try it

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: It's finally done, babes. This whole fic is so silly though, it's just Epel and reader bickering the entire time before their parents appear lol. Mind you the ending was going to be very different but like I've had so many ideas and so much time had already passed. I might write the alternative ending later though. Vil's nickname meaning btw: hase = bunny, Liebling = dear/darling & Sonnenschein = sunshine. Read part one here. @kingofspadesdelusion @harukishiyo

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, platonic + soft yanderes, sibling fight, hypnosis, memory loss, around 7k, half proofread.

The first thing you feel upon regaining consciousness is pain. It's unbearable, exploding in your chest as if someone repeatedly stabbed you and slowly peeled away your skin until only your bones were exposed.

Flames shoot through your spine, and coldness seeps into your bones. It feels like you've been run over by a tractor for hours, or fallen from an airplane — that's how much it hurts. Moans of pain escape your open mouth, but you don't have enough energy to open your eyes, at least not immediately.

There's a buzzing noise, a humming breaking the silence. Everything around you spins; you can feel it even with your eyes closed. A gentle hand holds yours, someone wraps your body in soft covers, there are screams, and a thick liquid falls into your mouth. Then, it's over.

But now, it's different somehow.

You still can't move, can't talk, can't open your eyes. It's like experiencing sleep paralysis.

Lying there, you try to remember what happened. Your memory is foggy, and trying to recall only makes your head hurt more. You grit your teeth and try again, harder, ignoring the pain.

It's like swimming against the waves—almost impossible. You force every inch of your cells to work, your lungs to take in air. You're trying so hard. You wish desperately for something, anything, to work.

Then, a light bulb goes off in your mind.

You remember the vampire pinning you to the ground, glass cutting into your skin, sweat and tears mixing, and a scream of pain escaping your lips as he bit you. After that, darkness and pain.

For several days following your transformation - assuming that's what it was - you wake and sleep deliriously, feverish, thirsty for blood, a viscous liquid spilling onto your lips until you calm down and sleep again. The cycle repeats.

It wasn't a nightmare? You bitterly think.

Heat surrounds you, but what makes your body tense is the sensation of someone behind you. Paying closer attention, you feel a faint, cold breath sending shivers down your back as you try to move your fingers and hands. But nothing happens; your limbs are too tired and weak from weeks of sleep.

Suppressing an angry noise, you slowly open your eyes to find yourself inside a transparent coffin on the ground — a glass coffin. It's dark, illuminated only by moonbeams through open windows. You hear laughter and soft music in the distance, the voices of two older vampires having fun. If you strain, you can even make out their conversation. But that's not what captures your attention; it's the fact that you can see in the dark, hear from such distances… You know what that means.

As minutes pass, you manage to move your fingers, then your hands, your entire torso, and finally your whole body. Your throat is dry as if you swallowed sand. You cough several times, waiting for enough saliva to swallow as you watch the creature resting beside you.

What lies there is proof that your torment was real, not just an incredibly lucid dream. Next to you sleeps the creature who turned you into a vampire because he wanted a sibling — a fragile figure with lilac hair falling into his eyes, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

He looks fragile, different. Hypothetically, you should be strong enough to kill him now, even if you're as hungry as hell. Your hands clench into fists.

The scent of blood still lingers, and even in the dark, you see small dry drops staining the corners of his shirt. This horrifying realization makes you move away, pressing your back against your side of the coffin as you stare at him.

At that moment, blood doesn't disgust you; instead, you feel the thirst returning, your fangs yearning to bite something. You want to rip and taste, need it, even your own wrists seem appetizing enough.

You knew it now — you were no longer human. The confirmation was painful. Humans couldn't see in the dark, hear sounds from kilometers away, or crave blood.

Yes, you were no longer human…

Memories of your former life flooded back — the fleeting joys, genuine tears. Those days were over. No more early mornings watching the sunrise, no more wrestling with friends, no warm hugs after a bad day. Your tongue would never taste your favorite foods and drinks again.

Eternity stretched before you like an abyss, closing in from all sides. You mourned the humanity you'd lost, wishing desperately to turn back time, to prevent your friends from entering that house. Your hand rested where your heart once beat, hoping in vain to feel its rhythm again, but all you felt was cold, the intense cold of a creature of the night, of an inhuman monster you had become.

Blood no longer flowed in your veins. You stared at your wrists for a while. You had been robbed.

You weren't one to cry easily in the face of adversity, always seeking solutions rather than succumbing to despair. But now, the weight of what had happened hit you fully, and thick tears rolled down your cheeks as you gazed at the boy peacefully asleep beside you.

Your friends were dead — all of them, food for the same assassins who had killed you to turn you into a beast like them.

Monster. You, him, them — all monsters.

Without hesitation, you forced the coffin lid open and leaped out. Your eyes distinguished different shades in the darkness surrounding you. It couldn't be real, you thought, not for you. You still had your whole life ahead, plans, dreams, it couldn't be happening…

But it was.

The voices faded, footsteps replaced by your brother's soft snore, the person responsible for your death, the culprit. Your hands clenched again, nails digging into flesh, but you ignored the pain. Closing the distance, you knew with his parents absent, the odds were in your favor.

After him, you'd plan to dispose of the other two, if it was the last thing you did. Brick by brick, breach by breach, you would destroy this mansion, decorate it with their guts and entrails.

Doubt flickered momentarily. Was this right? Was taking his life justified? You struggled with the realization of becoming a monster, yet hiding away in isolation wasn't living either. But returning home endangered those you cared for.

The hesitation evaporated. You had to do this, guilt or not. You weren't a murderer, but you'd be one soon enough. You'd stain your hands with his blood, with their blood.

Your movements were as light as the pillows you had rested on moments ago. Leaning over him, your trembling hands found his neck, cutting off his oxygen supply. It felt undeniably right.

Epel jolted awake, as if doused in ice water, eyes wide with terror, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he struggled. You tightened your grip, yearning to witness his life fade, to feel him weaken and falter, if only for a moment's respite.

He ended you on a whim. You would end him for your revenge.

"Not so smug now, are we?" you teased, your hands still shaking from the force of your grip, leaving crescent marks on his pale skin.

Panic painted his eyes, adrenaline surged through his veins, primal instinct urging him to fight for survival. As air escaped his lungs, his body reacted, muscles tensing.

"Look at me," You whispered to him, your voice sounding strange even to you. "I want to see the life leaving you when you die, as you had seen in mine when I died."

With a primal roar, Epel held onto your wrists, fingers digging into flesh as he fought to break free from the suffocating grasp. Every fiber of his being was focused on one singular goal: survival. Like a prey trapped in it's predator's maws.

Monster, human. Every species would always hope to survive. Or to run.

And sometimes... They fought back.

"You think you're so smart." He wheezed, an airy laugh leaving him. Its tone sounded so unnatural, so rough and dark, shivers went down your spine. You watched him closely, feeling like something was about to happen. Uncertainty dancing in your eyes as you tried to discern his next move.

With deliberate slowness, he straightened, his gaze piercing through the dim light with an intensity that made your heart race. "But cleverness alone won't save you," Epel murmured, his voice low and laden with a hint of menace.

Despite his bluff, sweat beaded on his skin, mingling with the scent of fear and his limps weakinging. A groan left him.

"Perhaps not," You replied evenly, refusing to show any sign of weakness. "But it certainly makes for an interesting challenge, wouldn't you agree?"

He wheezed again, trembling. He flexed his legs and used them to try to unbalance you or push you away in an attempt to escape. A futile attempt, you were unmoving. Unwilling to even give him a chance.

Die already! You wanted to scream, wanted to rip his head with your fangs.

Epel's muscles strained against your hold, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he struggled against the encroaching darkness. He was looking at you with his big lilac eyes, hoping for mercy or something else. But gradually, his movements grew weaker, more labored, until finally, they ceased altogether.

He lay there limp, his body cold and lifeless — a portrayal of a defeated monster.

In that moment, the roles were reversed, the hunter became the hunted. A surge of relief washed over you as you watched over Epel's unmoving body. Your heart raced with the realization that you had prevailed, that the threat had been neutralized.

As you took in the scene before you, a wave of relief washed over you. The danger had passed, at least for now. And as you caught your breath, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in your ability to withstand the ordeal. Though your chest was heavy with something you couldn't quite put into words. Guilty? Sadness? You didn't know what it was.

Tiny tears slipped from your eyes and fell on his face. Dead. You killed him. You thought about what you were feeling as you slowly stood up. It wasn't guilty.

It was something more primal. Something you didn't quite understood.

You turned around as you walked straight to the door, your hand frozen while you held the handle. There was two more to go. Whatever this thing you were feeling was, it could wait a bit. You looked back one last time, a gasp leaving you.

You stood there, baffled. His body had vanished. Why? How? You scanned the room, searching desperately, but he was nowhere to be found. Do vampire bodies just vanished after death? Were he pretending?

You opened the door and ran with reckless abandon. You raced through the halls, the truth sinking in like cold claws upon your heart, you hoped for any and all silly hypothesis to be the one instead of the real one. Epel had staged his death with such cunning that even your new instincts had failed you. Wherever he was, his laughter echoed with a bitter edge of amusement at your expense.

He sounded like he was having the time of his life.

As you ran, your senses caught every whisper of movement, every hint of shadow, every murmur he made. The sound of owls hooting far away punctuated the night. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you turned yet another hallway, the eerie shadows seemed to move of their own accord, trying to catch you, to hold prisoner just as much as you already is. The corridors twisted and turned in a confusing maze, never-ending, forever stretching far away.

Then, suddenly, the laughter stopped. The silence was deafening, making your heart race even faster. You slowed your pace, trying to listen, straining to hear any sign of movement. The stillness was oppressive, the darkness closing in around you.

"You were too confident," Epel's voice reached you, his tone dripping with amusement. "I'II let you know that vampires can't breathe, though we do move our shoulders and "breathe" because we were so used to after turning. So you would never be able to kill me with your teeny little hands. It was cute that you tried though. I did the same thing after I was turned, not to my father, it was a human. An elder man... I think. My first victim."

Your fists clenched at your sides, looking around. "And? If I couldn't kill you there, I'II kill you here. I have all the time to try."

With that, he appeared from the shadows, a smirk growing on his lips. Epel laughed. "You are but a baby right now, weak and easily tired, dear sibling. I'm not even teasing you as it is the truth."

Anger flared within you, but you fought to keep your composure. You needed a clean, calm mind for now. "Oh, I'm not helpless," You retorted, stepping closer. "You won't get away this time."

Epel chuckled, a low, mocking sound that grated on your nerves. "We'll see about that."

In an instant, he moved, a blur of motion as he darted to the side, anticipating what he was about to do you launched yourself after him trying to catch him before he turned into shadows again but it was futile, he was gone just like that.

Like sand falling through your hands, so easily. You bit your lower lip angrily.

Every whisper of movement, every flicker of shadow, anything around you could be him. The empty, endless corridors seeming to play tricks on your mind again as you ran after him without really knowing if you were following the right direction, having losing sight of him as soon as he turned the corner.

The manor was different from the other, you could tell. Its wall made of wooden instead of brick, the sound produced by your steps was loud too. There was some torch holders attached to walls, which was a bad idea. But this was not important, not now at least.

Though it was certainly something you kept in mind. You could always burn this manor with the trio inside of it.

"Pss, here!" He called.

Ahead, you caught a glimpse of him turning a corner. You pushed yourself harder, running without ever feeling tired, running as freely as you could knowing that you wouldn't bump into things, the darkness inviting you to see through her. As you rounded the corner, you found yourself in an empty section.

You heard his laugh, so joyful. As if he felt funny how you were chasing him around like a kicked puppy who wanted to bite him.

You stopped, he was more faster than you because of his little trick. But maybe you could also use the shadows like he so effortlessly did? Was that even possible?

Well, he was doing it so it was possible. But how? You thought for what felt like hours, steady and still, still hearing whatever what's happening in case he took that opportunity to hit you.

You weren't bound by human rules; maybe you really could do it. Focusing your mind, you reached out to the darkness around you, willing it to envelop you, to make you one with the shadows, as if you were but a swimmer trying to be one with the water, feeling around, searching for something, anything at all.

You felt a brief chill, a sensation like the brush of icy fingers, and for a moment, you thought you had succeeded. But as you tried to step into the shadows, to melt away as Epel had done, nothing happened. You remained solid and visible, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Epel's laughter rang out louder than before, sharp and mocking.

"You're not ready for that yet," He said between giggles and wheezes, shaking his head. "It takes more than desire to command the shadows. You need understanding, control, and above all, experience. You're still just a fledgling."

"Shut up, this is all your fault" You insisted, trying to ignore the embarrassment burning within you. If anything, now you had to kill him for your honor too. "I'm going to find a stake and I'm going to fucking impale you with it."

He let out a low, mocking chuckle, the sound was as mischievious as he is. "Bold words for someone who can't even master the shadows," Epel teased, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can kill me? You're not even close to understanding what you're dealing with, so naive and self-assured, yapping endlessly about killing when I know damn well you can't stomach the thought of killing."

You heard something behind you and turned around immediately, ready to strike it with your bare hands and all anger bottled up on your chest. Nothing there, just another trick of his.

"But go ahead," He continued after being silent for a few minutes. "Try to find a stake, try to kill me. I'll enjoy watching you fail. Again."

His eyes glinted with a dangerous light, two lilac orbs glowing in the dark, promising chaos and pain, so unnatural to their usual sweet look. "And if you do manage to land a blow, remember this: I won't be so merciful next time. You're playing a dangerous game, sibling. One you can't win."

His form started dissolving into the darkness again when you surged forward, determined to not let him escape again, as the shadows swallowed both of you. You held onto his arm, wether because you were afraid of how fast you were moving or to ensure he wasn't going anywhere, you didn't know which was better. It was so strange, traveling through them, quick but unpleasant in a way you couldn't describe. You caught Epel staring at you, watching your expressions, before he regained control from the shadows and came to a stop, in a random room.

You were expelled from them with great force, hitting your back and shoulders against the wall, sending a few hanging pictures flying everywhere. While he landed perfectly fine on his own two feet.

"I hate you..." You groaned.

Epel's lips curled into a mocking smile, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "Hate me all you want, I don't care," He taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. He leaned in closer, his breath cold against your skin. "You're one of us now and the sooner you accept it, the better."

"I never wanted this," You spat, your voice trembling with a mix of rage and despair as you stood up. "You took my life on a stupid whim."

Epel's smile faded slightly, his expression growing more serious as he looked anywhere that wasn't your face. "I just... didn't want to be alone anymore," He admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his tone. "I love dad and father and they spoil me quite a lot but I miss having someone my age to talk to. We don't need to fight. We can be... Friends."

"Never," You snarled almost immediately, knowing well that you rather eat rocks and lava than be on amicable terms with him. Epel caught your wrist, his grip like iron.

"Maybe not today," He said softly, his eyes locking onto yours. "But one day, you'll see. We're connected now, bound by blood. You can't escape what you are, you can't escape me."

With a frustrated cry, You fought against him, kicking his shins and sinking your tiny, but sharp, fangs into his arms that held you, tearing at his flesh until it was a gruesome, bloody mess. Despite the blood trickling down your face, you refused to surrender, resolved to not go down without a fierce battle.

And Epel watched you with a mixture of pity and something that might have been hope. He truly hoped he could convince you through his words. He failed.

"Maybe when you wake up you'll be more receptive to seeing things from another point of view." He thought out loud , his voice almost gentle as he swiftly took hold of your hands, making impossible to escape from his grip even with you struggling and fighting. He simply didn't budge, almost as if he was made of iron, unmovable.

Epel's eyes bore into yours, a mixture of tranquility and determination burning brightly within them, as you felt your world swaying for as long as you stared at him.

"Sleep," Epel whispered, his hoarse voice echoing in the dimly lit room as dark spots started to dance upon your eyes. However, you refused to yield, turning your head defiantly to the other side so you couldn't be influenced by his hypnotic eyes.

You remembered reading once that vampires could influence people and you had no time to discover if this was real or not. Though without a doubt he was using hypnosis with you now but him himself wasn't strong, not in this at least. "Ah- stop, look at me. I command you to look at me."

Frustration and fear gnawed at you. He was playing a game and you were his unwilling participant. Again. You close your eyes instead. Your head swam but you fought against the pull of his hypnosis. Your mind was your own, and you refused to let him take that from you.

"What are you? A wizard?" You muttered back at him, holding back a laugh. "I command you to shut up."

Epel's eyes widened in annoyance, and he paused, his grip loosening just slightly. "Why do you resist? I'm trying to help you."

"Help me? Are you that dense?" You scoffed, breathing hard even though you didn't need it anymore. The motion was still too familiar, a reflex you hadn't yet forgotten even knowing well that was futile. You began counting to ten mentally, trying to calm yourself enough to think clearly. "You turned me into this... monster. I don't want your help. I didn't even wanted this. You just took my life without my permission."

Epel's expression hardened, a flash of hurt crossing his face before he masked it with anger, heavy accent dominating his tone. "You don't understand," He snapped. "I tried to be cool and gentle, yet ya ain't done a single thing if not grumple. I don't give a rat's ass if yer angry or sad, you're my kin now. An' we are your family, like it or not. You ain't goin' nowhere."

Epel's eyes darkened with a mix of rage and desperation, though his tone was filled more with frustration than regret. You felt uneasy for as long as he stared at you, feeling as if something was about to happen.

"I've played with you enough already," He growled.

Before you could react, Epel gripped your head with both hands and slammed it against the ground. Pain exploded in your skull, and your vision blurred. You tried to fight back, but your limbs felt heavy and uncooperative - probably due to his earlier hypnosis.

"Why can't you just see things my way?" Epel's voice sounded distant, muffled by the ringing in your ears. "I did this for us."

You groaned, struggling to move, but your body refused to obey. The edges of your vision darkened as you fought to stay conscious, anger and fear mingling in your chest.

Epel's grip tightened, his frustration palpable. "This could have been easier," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "But you had to make things difficult."

You felt yourself slipping away, the pain in your head overwhelming, tears of pain and hatred falling down your eyes. You failed again.

You repeated like a mantra, failure, failure, failure.

"Wait…" You tried to say, but the words came out as a weak, unintelligible murmur.

As world tilted and spun, a new presence made itself known. The heavy silence was broken by the sound of footsteps approaching, each step echoing with authority and grace at the same time. Suddenly, the door creaked open, revealing the imposing figure of a tall, proud, beautiful vampire standing in the doorway, his gaze piercing and inscrutable. His partner stood behind him.

"Oh la la, the children are playing already." Rook mused, a smile founding way to his lips as he watched you struggling.

With a single glance, they took in the scene before them - the traces of blood staining the floor and all over your own shirt and lips, Epel hands still holding your head as the world continued to spin around. Vil's expression remained unreadable as he surveyed his children, his presence commanding attention.

"What is the meaning of this, Epel?" Vil demanded in a voice that brooked no argument, his tone a mix of concern and reproach. His eyes flickered between Epel and you, searching for answers in the depths of his conflicted gaze.

Epel stood rigidly, his expression a blend of defiance and regret. "I didn't mean for things to go this far, father, I swear." He muttered, avoiding Vil's piercing gaze. "I just wanted them to understand..."

Vil's eyes narrowed, his displeasure evident. "By force? By hurting them? You think this is how you build connections, Epel? By breaking them?"

Epel's shoulders slumped, the weight of father's words pressing down on him. "I didn't know what else to do," His voice barely audible. "I was desperate."

Desperate, indeed. You lay on the ground, still feeling the residual pain from the impact. Your body ached, but you forced yourself to sit up, wincing as you moved, feeling the blood trickling down your neck from how hard he was banging your head on the floor. Rook found it's way to your side quickly, supporting you even if you obviously didn't like the idea that much.

"Desperate or not, you had no right," You said, your voice trembling but firm. "You can't just force people into your life and expect them to like you."

Vil's expression softened slightly as he glanced at you, the newest family member, his concern evident. "Are you alright?" he asked, his tone gentler.

You nodded slowly, the throbbing in your head making it hard to speak. Though when you were capable, you made your option known. "I'll be fine, dear Epel was just trying to show me some family love, isn't that right, Epel? Such a caring brother."

Rook pressed down on your injured head, silecing you before you could come up with another sarcastic remark. His stare was the only warning you had that dealing with him or Vil was different than dealing with Epel.

That you needed to respect them. And truly you did, only for now, while you waited for a perfect to either take Epel's as hostage or ran away. You didn't decided yet.

Vil clicked his tongue in displeasure, turning back to his son, his eyes hardening once more. "That's not how I taugh you on how to do things, Epel. Look at them, they're shaking and scared."

Epel looked away, his jaw clenched and a large pout forming on his lips as he was scolded. "I just... I know, father. I apologize."

Rook appeared beside Vil, his presence a calming influence. "Don't be so harsh on him, mon couer. He just made a tiny little mistake."

Vil sighed, his demeanor softening as Rook's arms wrapped around his waist, resting his face on Vil's shoulder. They stared at each other for a few seconds, almost as if they could read each other minds and this made you uneasy.

Was that possible too? You hoped not.

You saw Rook's amused smile growing and Vil rolling his eyes at his lover. And the scene was kinda cute if it wasn't for the fact that they were your enemy's parents. The couple you would kill after you had killed their son. Though were you really capable in this state? You couldn't even pry yourself from Epel's hands.

You took to watch the couple interacting while Epel was till sulking in the corner, looking like a cockroach in the middle of the kitchen who freezed up because the light just turned on. In his lover's arms, Vil looked so relaxed, slicked hair falling over his face as he turned his neck to softly plant a kiss on Rook's lips.

You wouldn't be able to tell that they weren't humans just by the way they looked or acted, they were too normal and common for anyone to guess that truly they were something different. You wondered how many lifes had they taken? How much blood had they spilled?

You were afraid of it. Of this new life, of failing to kill them.

You were afraid of becoming detached and apathetic just like them. You blinked, next thing you know Rook was next to you again.

You gasped, surprised, taking a step back.

"Aw, why the long face, petit lapin?" He asked, his eyes studying you with a mix of compassion and curiosity. Like a hunter study his prey. You felt trapped under his stare, compelled to answer him, even when you tried to swallow your words.

"I... I'm just... trying to make sense of everything," Your voice left you, so vunerable and feeling so small, you noticed when Vil took his side, also looking at you. "I don't know what to do... I don't even know how to be like this."

Your voice trembles with uncertainty. Every word feels like a confession under Rook's hypnotic stare, drawing out truths you're not sure you're ready to confront. So much doubt, so much fear, so much everything.

You fell lost, exactly how you felt when you woke up hours ago. The world is overwhelming and too big, and too dangerous. You don't know how to navigate it now and you can only hold onto your revenge, because if you lost this too you may lost yourself.

And you're not ready to talk about it. Not here, not now.

Rook's expression softens ever so slightly, a rare tenderness breaking through his usual intensity. "You don't need to be afraid," He reassures you, his voice low and calm. "We're here to protect you, to guide you."

Your eyes dart nervously to Vil, who offers you a reassuring nod, your thoughts keep coming to your mind; the mansion, the deaths, the pain, the fear. Yet, there's a certain growing on your chest that hasn't there moments ago.

Vil's presence calming and inviting and Rook seems like the sun, so warm, so happy. You turned your head away, afraid that your thoughts aren't yours anymore and that they were only manipulating you.

Feeling overwhelmed, you hesitate, you rethink everything you said, every little syllable, not knowing if you told them that willing or not. There's still some sarcastic remarks and rude comments you want to say to stun them, but before you can do it you feel Vil's hand grabbing your jaw to make you look at him this time, his eyes shining a vibrant lilac.

"It's ok to be confused, mein liebling," He mutters sofly. "It's ok to be scared and overwhelmed but we're here for you. You're safe with us."

He was telling the truth, you could feel it inside of you. The conviction, the certainess, Vil and Rook shared a glance then, with a surprising synchrony, they both step closer to you and by instinct you took a step back before looking back at Vil, confused. Everything was starting to feel complicated somehow.

Vil's arms encircled you first, drawing you into a warm, protective embrace, your head - now healed and not aching at all - resting on his chest as he played with your hair. His touch was gentle yet firm.

"You're not alone," Vil murmurs softly, his voice a comforting whisper against your ear.

Rook follows suit, enveloping you in his embrace from the other side. His hold is oddly comforting, as if he's silently promising to shield you from whatever dangers lie ahead. "We'll take good care of you, we're going to have so much fun together," Rook murmurs, lost in his own little world, swaying from side to side and pulling you along, as if you two were dancing to strange song only he was capable of hearing. Epel joins in, his arms encircling the group, like a family.

Are you forgetting something? You feel like you're forgetting something.

"Everything's fine, my dear. Close your eyes." But you don't. Vil's voice is as soothing as velvet, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. His presence is familiar, grounding. You want to trust him, to obey, but something in his tone holds you back. You keep your eyes open, watching him intently.

You watch his lips stained blood, the unnatural lilac eyes, the sun slowly rising through the windows. Something was wrong, so terribly wrong and your throat was so dry so suddenly. As you try to pull away from that hug, you feel him placing his hands on either side of your head.

“Close your eyes,” He instructs in a serene, soft tone that made you giddy. It was like you could tell him anything and never feel afraid of judgment, like a child running to show their father a drawing they just made without knowing how silly it looked. "I'm doing this because is far more convenient than wait for you to come around."

"I don't want to close my eyes," You answered petulantly. "Tell Epel to close his eyes."

Epel laughed a little, for the expression that took hold of his father face was priceless. He was a man (vampire?) of science, always have been, whence why their path have crossed when Epel was younger. Though he was old as that manor and the trees planted on the garden, there was an explicit limit to his patience. Staling for time as you were doing was not going to work.

It could work on Rook though. Anything worked on him simply because he was reckless. Epel was never going to forgot how he flirted with a hunter when he and Vil had a bad argument, nor how Vil killed that hunter painfully and slowly.

"Trust me," He whispers, fingers hovering just inches from your temple. You feel a slight pressure, like the brush of a feather, and your vision blurs momentarily.

"Close your eyes, lapin!" Rook murmurs this time, his voice like a lullaby. Your eyelids grow heavy, and for a moment, you consider giving in. But you fight against the drowsiness, blinking rapidly to stay awake.

Vil's expression hardens. "It’s for your own good, sonnenschein."

His hand finally makes contact with your skin, a gentle touch that sends a ripple through your mind. You feel a strange warmth spreading from his fingertips, a comforting, almost hypnotic sensation. Though you fight back agaisnt it with all your forces. You repel each and every attempt without truly knowing why.

Why you feared him when his hug was so cozy and comfy? Weird. Still you couldn't help it.

Your thoughts become hazy, memories slipping through your grasp like sand through a sieve. You struggle to hold on, to remember why you were resisting in the first place. Vil's presence was overwhelming, his will intertwining with your own. As your eyes close on their own accord, you feel a strange warmth spreading from Vil’s hands into your mind.

His voice becomes a soothing murmur, a hypnotic rhythm that lulls you into a deep, peaceful state. “Forget the pain, forget the fear,” He whispers, his words wrapping around your consciousness like a comforting blanket. “Remember only the peace, the safety, the love. Remember us.”

"Everything will be fine," Rook assures you, his voice echoing in your mind. You feel a tug, a gentle pull as if something is being drawn out of you. The details of your conversation, the reasons for your mistrust, your friends, your old world, everything begin to fade. The warmth grows, enveloping you in a cocoon of tranquility.

Epel watched it from a far, having freed himself from the hug. He was conflicted about this about at the same he wasn't going to stop his father, he knew better after all. Everything he did, he did with purpose. Though he wanted to ask if you'd be the same as you were? Fierce, fearless and determined? He hope you would.

He wanted you to be. He had other sibling once but he didn't fit in. So Epel had to dispose of him but you, oh, he could see you fitting into his little family well with your atitude and all. And he was glad that among your friends he chose you to be his sibling.

When you open your eyes again, you see Vil, Rook, and Epel standing before you, their faces filled with a mix of hope. You blink once, twice, and then your vision clears. You feel the weight lifting from your shoulders, the confusion and turmoil dissipating like morning mist.

You feel a strange sense of peace, a clarity that was missing before. The memories of your past, of your pain and fear, are gone, replaced by a comforting sense of belonging.

Vil is standing before you, a serene smile on his face. "There now," He says, his tone light and reassuring. "All better."

You nod slowly, you can't quite remember what had troubled you, but it no longer seems important.

"It worked?" Epel wanted to make sure.

His father only cocked an arrogant smile as he turned to face you. "Shall we go, hase? It's awfully clear already." He asks, extending a hand. And you take it without hesitation, the world around you feeling brighter, more vibrant.

The shadows of doubt and fear are gone, replaced by a sense of peace and clarity. You felt as if had had a pretty strange dream. Though everything evaporates from your head when you notices that you're hungry, your throat is still a little itchy.

"Where we're going?"

"To eat." Rook, from your other side, responded. He took your free hand as he and Vil guided you to somewhere darker, Epel following closer.

"After that, can I rant about this strange dream I had?" You asked.

"Of course," Rook said with a smile. "You can rant about it as we walk. We have time."

Vil glanced at you with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "A strange dream, you say? Sounds intriguing. What happened?"

You smiled a little, everything was too funny. "So I was doing this dare with a couple of friends, I think? We went to an abandoned house and there was something hidden in the dark that attacked us when we were walking. It was chaotic."

Epel, who had been silent until now, murmured, "Dreams are so strange sometimes, huh? Good that this only a dream and no one can hurt you here."

You nodded, continuing to tell them about a small, cute creature with lilac eyes that you jokingly said resembled Epel, eliciting laughter from everyone except the mentioned vampire. Epel, walking silently beside you, only smiled faintly, his expression thoughtful as he listened to your recounting of the dream.

The atmosphere lightened as you shared other strange dreams and random thoughts you had, the darkness around you seeming less intimidating whenever you made Vil and Rook laugh till their belly hurts.

Yeah, Epel thought, you fit right here with them.

[lyrashifts]

LUCID DREAMING TIPS ! ─── part 2.

INTRO.

in my first post of tips they were on pretty general, so this one is more specific and based on my own experiences. these are things that i haven't seen around the internet as much BUT have definitely helped me! everyone's experience is different, though, so keep that in mind.

TIPS.

change the time you attempt to ld. what do i mean? lots of people use a wbtb (wake back to bed) method as it disrupts the rem cycle allowing you to (hopefully) directly enter a dream, though this doesn't work for everyone! this may also be annoying if you have trouble falling back asleep or hate losing sleep. what i personally do is, if i wake up in the morning and have time to sleep in, go right back to sleep. this has actually allowed me to have a few lucid dreams in a day (though sometimes quite short)! another thing you can try is to use naps to ld. try not to get as much sleep as you usually do and take a nap in the afternoon. this (should) send you right into your rem cycle and allow you to lucid dream.

think about lucid dreaming thoughout the day. this probably goes without saying, but part of the reason reality checks and dream journalling are recommended it to essentially tell your subconscious, "look at this! this is important!". just keeping lucid dreaming on the forefront of your mind will dramatically help you do so.

have a good reason to ld. this kind of ties with the last tip. if you're trying to lucid dream, a good idea is to have a reason to or a goal to do within a dream that seems important to you. it can be as silly as flying within the dream, but that goal will both give you motivation and give your subconscious a reason to ld.

try lucid dreaming subliminals. these may not work for you necessarily, but they may help you set an intention to lucid dream which can greatly increase your chances. i don't tend to use subliminals as much anymore but i remember that one of my first (relatively) long lds was had when i looped a subliminal at night (note that looping isn't at all required). again, you just want to keep your mind thinking about lucid dreaming.

meditate. i haven't exactly done much research on this, but supposedly meditating can help you lucid dream. i find that a lot of breathwork exercises help me as well, like self-hypnosis and the wim hof breathing method. this is also just great for your own wellness and alleviating stress!!

trust in your ability to lucid dream. this may be more difficult if you haven't lucid dreamt before, but bear with me. the days where i've had back to back lucid dreams, i hardly did any methods at all just because i anticipated having a lucid dream anyway. contrasting this, there were times where i didn't have a lucid dream for a few weeks and seriously doubted myself, which probably only prolonged that time. you can lucid dream. trust in that to your best ability because it will most certainly help you.

ADDITIONAL TIPS + NOTES.

it can take time to gain good dream control. i personally struggled with this a lot because i doubted myself, and doubt in the land of the subconscious (aka dreams) leads to limitations. it took me a while to get a pretty decent dream control and i'm still working on it. if it comes easily to you, that's awesome! if not, just trust that the more you lucid dream the better you can get, and do your best to believe in your ability to control your dreams.

make a game plan. this can be written down, in your head, or however else you'd like to have it, but have a plan for what you'd like to do in the dream once you're in it. keep it on the forefront of your mind when falling asleep. want to make a portal? visualize (if you can) how it looks. if you want to change the dreamscape imagine where you want to go. the possibilities are pretty much endless.

[flcwermimi]

— VOID STATE PROGRESS CHART ❜

Hlo everyone so right now my Summer breaks are going on and I've decided to enter the void state because I can and this is my daily routine progress chart though I've decided to share this with you all yesterday but I was unable to post so I am sharing it right now

Ok my routine is simple and right now I am not doing anything in day ( like listening to subliminals or doing robotic affirmation) I am using deep trance hypnosis method which I got to know by @/gorgeouslypink when I came across one her of post she suggested this video and after that when I research a little bit on this topic I get to know that DEEP TRANCE : is altered states that are characterized by profound relaxation and loss of control over the body, as well as a subjective sense of floating or detachment from one's physical self

I kind of found deep trance similar to Void helpful for my brain because it doesn't question around when I am doing this method

So this all for this post right now I will be updating it after doing the method tonight bye luv you all🫶🤍

— 5/07/2024 : okay so update 😭this is hilarious lmao what happened actually is that I thought first I will do some breathing exercises for relaxation & for which I was listening to a video and I didn't knew that my mobile was charge was low on the top of that I fell asleep on my back lol but anyway I when I woke in up the morning I affirm that ' I can enter the void when I want ' I will update tomorrow luv y'all 😌

— 6/07/2024 : y'all probably thought I had give up but no I was in mobile area for few so days so there no internet connection and for update I had change the methods because the voice in hypnosis is too sweet to focus. everytime I found myself wandering in different things. So what I did in next two days was focusing on lucid dreaming

— 7/07/2024 : The whole day I listen to this subliminal ( probably one of the best subliminal I've ever found) while listening to subliminals I affirmed that ' I am always aware when I am dreaming & I lucid dream easily and effortlessly ' I kept doing reality check every hour like biting tounge counting fingers and pinching nose though in the night'I didn't dream😭lmao all I remember was a pitch black so belive I was in void but unaware and I also kept the subliminal on loop so that was the mistake I guess

— 8/07/2024 : Again I did the same routine which I did yesterday but this time I didn't kept the subliminals loop all night instead I started counting while affirming the same affirmation then I fall asleep again when I woke up in the morning I thought it again ended on the same page like yesterday but I was able to recall each and every single details of my dream & I am pretty sure I will Lucid dream tonight will update tomorrow and also I will be making a different post how to shift/tap into void through lucid dream that's all for today luv y'all 🫶🫡

— 9/07/2024 : update so yesterday I did the same routine though I just couldn't sleep on my back because I felt like someone was ripping my scalp out of my skull and I thought I will do that 4-6 hours method for Lucid dream but when alarm woke me up😭💀I was like it's just 4:30 why I am waking up so early?? I forgot what I was doing then fell asleep but anyway each and every step I take I am feeling I am very close to my goal I am very motivated any second you all can get my success story 🤭so hang on lmao will update luv y'all 🤍

— 10/07/2024 : update okay guys I seriously have no idea what happened yesterday's night cause i feel I did have multiple dreams I tired to connect the dot but it doesn't end up anywhere so that's it will update tomorrow 🤍

— 11/07/2024 : i feel like I am having iceberg it's frustrating but okay I didn't follow the routine yesterday cuz I was feeling very low but I will do it again today will update tomorrow 🤍

12/07/2024 : okay okay update I was lucid in my yesterday dream but all of sudden a spider was crawling in my hand💀 an I have Arachnophobia so I just couldn't control the dream and I woke up lmao I will try today not freak out with a spider okay bye will update tomorrow

13/07/2024 : update I just fall asleep normally because I feel I am having burn out so I will took break of three days where I am going for tracking and I will update after that 🤍

14/07/2024 : Break

15/07/2024 : Break

16/07/2024 : Break

17/07/2024 : 😂okay I forgot I was doing void routine but any way will update tomorrow 🤍🫶

18/07/2024 : okay I didn't follow any routine yesterday I did have plenty of works and after doing that I just fell asleep will update tomorrow 🤍

19/07/2024 : okay I didn't did anything different from yesterday I've been busy with the uni addmission process will update tomorrow

20/07/2024 : yesterday I didn't know how but from nowhere I did have alot of symptoms and I was so tired. In my mind I was convienced I am not gonna move but the symptoms were alot I couldn't focus so u gave up will update tomorrow

21/07/2024 : Yesterday I was in sleep paralysis but I heard smthing terrible sound in my earbud it was really terrifying I just can't describe here skskdkshkdsss will update tomorrow 🤍😐

22/07/2024 : I went for bonfire so i didn't did anything after that will update tomorrow

23/07/2024: 😭 seriously I forgot to update

24/07/2024 : Either I am dreaming about spider or someone chasing me with something axe on their hand yesterday I was lucid but I got freak and woke up will update tomorrow

25/07/2024 : 😭 update yesterday I was in hypnagogia state i also had that floating sensation ok ok will update tomorrow skskskssfkss

26/07/2024 : pulled allnight so didn't did anything will update tomorrow

27/07/2024 :

28/07/2024 :

29/07/2024 : hey y'all sorry I haven't updated it two days cause I've been sick it's some kind flu spreading in our area and I don't feel doing the routine so I will update when I get better and yes I will answer your DM thankyou 🤍

- sorry if there are errors I am improving my English

[eczlipsan]

What is shifting/changing realities?

If you don't believe in shifting, swipe and don't look!

Talking about shifting is something extremely important for the entire society itself, I know that most of the Tumblr community knows about this, but I am going to give a brief definition anyway:

Shifting, or reality change, is a process through which we can move our consciousness from the current reality (CR) to a desired reality (DR), allowing us to experience the life we ​​long for. To achieve this, techniques such as meditation, visualization, affirmations and self-hypnosis are used, which help direct consciousness towards the world we wish to inhabit. Although it is often compared to lucid dreaming, astral projection, or maladaptive dreams, shifting is something different, considered by some to be a quantum journey that can be performed both while awake and while sleeping. There are those who claim that this phenomenon has scientific support. People who have managed to change reality claim that the experience is much more intense and realistic than a dream or fantasy. In their DR, they feel every detail as tangible as in their CR, allowing them to live with loved ones and live exciting adventures.

(Sorry if there are things written wrong, my native language is not English HAHAHA)

[ariel26c]

I realized that I have the limiting belief that spiritual things/experiences don't happen or work for me

I realized this because I was trying a sleep hypnosis for insomnia and I realized that I have an unconscious belief that it won't work.

For some reason this applies to mediation, astral projection, shifting, lucid dreaming. For some reason I have the belief that I'm just immune

Since you now know what limiting belief you have, I recommend flipping it.

Affirm that it is possible for you and you can manifest what you want. Anytime you are doing your methods and that negative thought pops up in your head, you should flip it.

Let me tell you right now my love that it is possible for you. The Universe/God or whatever you believe in doesn’t pick and choose who manifests their desires and who doesn’t. Whenever you see people experiencing having their dream life you should say “It’s my turn.”

Anyone can experience spiritual things except not everyone believes in it. Think about the fact you discovered this for a reason. There is a reason you know about manifestation. It’s meant for you and your meant to experience it.

[jackstockhypno]

Lucid Dreamer

You learn to take full control over your dreams whenever you sleep.

This is intended to be listened to before sleep, but you may notice that it is cleverly worded to alert you with clues if you happen to slip into a dream while listening. 

TransformHypnosis.com

[bytefulenlighten]

I AM GOING TO ENTER THE VOID THROUGH A LUCID DREAM

So This is going to be the routine i follow

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHDLd94SKUI (1hr)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PVudDkTwnk&list=PLloSjZoeAxgtHqBCsWc8-Q_BustdYkS3A&index=2 (1hr)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGLHAp1dDx4&list=PLloSjZoeAxgtHqBCsWc8-Q_BustdYkS3A&index=5(1hr)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnoxfT_J7YI&list=PLloSjZoeAxgtHqBCsWc8-Q_BustdYkS3A&index=9(1hr)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pg0k3g8rSXM&list=PLloSjZoeAxgtHqBCsWc8-Q_BustdYkS3A&index=18(1hr)

6. Listen over night (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIQFNR3sgbI&t=30s)

7. wakeup after 5 hours do this sleep hypnosis (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4hDRXRnry4&t=72s)

and fall back to sleep

before sleeping (noon , night, early morning) always affirm as you fall asleep that [ why do i lucid dream every day?]

After successful induction of Lucid Dream

Ways to enter the Void

Close your eyes in a lucid dream and start affirming For void( 1. I am void, 2. I have entered void, 3. i am etc)

Ask your characters in the lucid dream to take you to the void

I will update my progress everyday

[eyrina-avatar]

a little section where I keep track and share my shifting progress after I've made this blog. after my first two links, I will be writing the progress/attempts/success here in detailed (if I don't forget and make a separate post).

FAQ:

Do you listen to anything while shifting. Short answer no, longer answer: this post

How to shift? This post here and this post here (also has info on lucid dreaming methods in order to shift)

🐟shifting progress:

one. link (this one is mixed in with a detailed how to shifting post so it's a long post)

two. link (also similar to the first link but is not the same attempt)

three. Thursday, May 4th (night time)

I laid down in bed getting ready for sleep and I just decided to think about Pandora (like I always do). And so I decided to just calm down and relax my mind for shifting. I then started thinking about Tuktirey and my dream hunt. At the time I shift, Mo'at has just woken me up since I passed out during my dream hunt and so I thought about Tuk's voice telling me "[name] you're awake!" like how she told Kiri🤧💙. I thought about that a few times and imagined her in front of me being happy to see me and this worked so well that I started to feel my surroundings change, my mind started spinning and I felt like I was floating. I started affirming "I'm in my desired reality" over and over again and then my feet started to get SUPER hot. I think my feet were a little too close to the Omaticaya's fire pit but I kept on affirming and the shifitng sensations got stronger until I heard some super loud noise from one of my family members bumping something into the wall😐. Anyways, at least the experience was super motivating for me hehe.

four. Tuesday June 5th (latest attempt-updated on June 13th as I forgot about it)

I laid down in my bed, closed my eyes relaxed for a bit and then just started imagining mo'at waving her hands over me (like when she does the prayers and healings in avatar2009). and she was waving some peppermint over me and I tried visualizing how the inside of home tree and the canopies of leaves looked like while hearing kiri's voice asking "(my name) are you alright)." All of a sudden I felt my body vibrating, my eyelids shaking, a light flashing in front of me and I heard chattering in the background like the omaticaya were all speaking and I felt the warmth again from a nearby fire pit(but not too hot this time) and I felt the ground underneath me start to change and the bed got harder as if I was laying on a rock. Unfortunately I lost focus and welp, that was that shifting attempting.

five. Tuesday, July 4th (late update)

I simply relaxed, did the hypnosis method I mentioned in one of my links and on the final step, I started hearing bird sounds, forest sounds and felt my mind spinning around me. Also, all of the noise from my old reality got drowned out and I heard chattering from what I assumed was the omaticaya clan. I could feel that it was day time as it just felt like it. Unfortunately I got distracted with the pillow under my head as it got uncomfortable to lay on and it interrupted my shifting. I was really close though. Next time I'll completely make it🤞

🐟

as always, do not steal my writing and please don't post it on ao3 or wattpad

© eyrina-avatar

[moony-books]

── ❝ shifting realities ❞

What is reality shifting? 🖋️

Reality shifting is a term used to describe us, shifters, moving our consciousness to another reality. For example: I am in this reality right now (this is my CR - current reality) and I have made my script here. I am not creating the reality but instead I am just specifying which (already existing) reality I want to go to. Think of your script as a search bar. You are searching for a reality you want to go to! Idk if that makes any sense!?

Another explanation:

Reality shifting is a term that refers to the spiritual practice of "transferring" or "shifting" one's consciousness to an alternate reality, and/or the attempt to alter the reality one is experiencing and transcending one's physical confines to visit alternate universes.

Methods 🪶

There are many methods of reality shifting. They include, but are not limited to, relaxation, visualization, manifestation, affirmations. These methods are considered to be similar to meditation and self-hypnosis. Nicole Hernandez, a hypnotist stated that "...shifting essentially taps into two techniques: lucid dreaming, associated with REM sleep, the fourth stage of the sleep cycle before waking up, and self-hypnosis, which shifters have rebranded into different methods." Although each method is a little different, they all involve the individual having intent, being relaxed, affirming oneself, and visualizing their desired reality, (DR.)

Scripting 📜

I know how writing a shifting script can be difficult, especially if you start from scratch. But with the right tools and instructions, it can get pretty simple and fun. So...Before we start, let’s go over some basic scripting terminology:

Dr : Desired reality 🗞️

Cr : Current reality 📜

Affirmations : positive statements that can help you get rid of a negative mindset and help you on your journey to change 🪶

Oh, and for all of you asking “Can you script on your phone for shifting?”, yes you can.

I recommend Amino app, Lifa App and notion!

No, it is not necessary to write a script in order to shift to your desired reality. Many people have shifted into their desired realities without writing a script. However, if you’re having trouble with shifting realities, incorporating a script into your shifting routine helps a lot. Writing a script can help you shift for the first time!

You write about yourself, your goals, and the people you know, among other things! Some argue that having a script is unnecessary because your subconscious knows what you want, which is partially correct. Most people I’ve read and watched who have successfully shifted, on the other hand, almost always recommend having a script. This is , it helps you by being crystal clear about where you want to shift, what you want, and what you don’t want in your desired reality.

Even if your subconscious already knows what you want, writing a script allows you to concretely define in words what you want to happen in your desired reality.

── source 🗞️

[tollthebell]

Nix is an Oneirologist; a researcher in the study of sleep and dreams. Their practice aims to assist people and pokemon in processing the influence of their unconscious mind, memories, and experiences through manipulation of dream states and spaces.

They are a born Psychic, that much is known to their clients. Those who care to learn more about them likely wouldn’t be surprised to know that they also have a sleep disorder. After all, there are few things that motivate people to learn more than personal necessity.

Though not all would agree, Nix feels deeply that all three of these things (ghosts, sleep and dreams) are linked. As a professional the link seems natural enough, after all both Ghost and Psychic Pokemon share the propensity to observe, manipulate and consume the dreams of others.

Now, in their early 40s, they have developed several techniques by which to interact with dreams and dream spaces. The most in-depth and effective way they have found to study the dreams of their patients has been through a ritual technique that they have developed alongside their companion pokemon, Musharna.

This technique allows both people and Pokemon to open their dreams to others, the process is outlined below.

First, Nix and their client typically meet at a place in which the client, also known as the Dreamer, will be able to effectively sleep. This can be done anywhere that the Dreamer is comfortable, but is typically in the Dreamer’s home. 

Before the session begins Nix and the Dreamer will sit down and discuss the purpose of the Dream Session. More often than not, a client has reached out because they have a recurring dream or nightmare that they wish to investigate and further understand. During this discussion and planning stage Nix retrieves two pipes from their belongings–the necessary tools for the ritual.

The pipes are handmade, long-stemmed and made from clay. The clay itself is fragile, powdery and thin–tinted the same light blush color of Dream Mist. These two pipes, one for Nix and one for the Dreamer, are fail safes. They will appear in the dream, if either the client or Nix need to end the session safely, one need only break the pipe to return to consciousness.

The Dreamer is instructed to make themself comfortable and restful. Once situated, one of Nix’s pokemon will assist by way of Hypnosis, they will be instructed to sleep and dream (of what they discussed). When REM sleep takes hold, Musharna then reaches out to consume the dream in progress.

As Musharna consumes the dream, Dream Mist begins to pour out of the false ‘third eye’ on her forehead. It is this mist that Nix grasps psychically, pulling the substance (both airy and somehow heavy with energy) toward them, pressing it into their own pipe. They twist the mist tight and dense with an unseen hand, packing it into the bowl of the pipe. It’s a delicate process, and a strange one; not even Nix can properly explain it.

Once sufficiently packed with material Nix lights the pipe, breathing in deeply. They then blow several concentric smoke rings. The smoke hangs in the air, hovering like the Dream Mist it was created from. They smoke until nothing remains to burn. When the embers finally fade, Nix’s Pokemon send them to sleep with Hypnosis, same as the Dreamer, pipe held loosely in-hand. 

Then they lucid dream. 

Years of practice have given Nix the skill to begin lucid dreaming with the ease of putting on a favorite coat. It’s almost second nature for them to wake up within a dream and peel themself away from their physical bounds. Soul separated from body, they seek out the Dream Smoke created from their client’s Dream Mist and pass through it like a portal into the client’s Dreamscape, clay pipe in-hand.

Dreamscapes vary wildly from individual to individual: for some they are perfectly-average realities, indistinguishable from the waking world. For others, more abstract: shimmering light or winding dark, all sounds and shifting angles. People contain multitudes and experience has shown Nix that each Dreamer and their own internal world are unpredictable and unique.

Within that Dreamscape lies the Dreamer. Dependant upon the skill of the Dreamer, and their ability to lucid dream, they may be aware they are dreaming or not. Regardless, two things will be true. One, their dream body, how they’re represented in this Dreamscape, is a reflection of their soul. And two, they will be in possession of their clay pipe. The fail safe. 

If the Dreamer is aware, the two can begin manipulating the space together–a joint process that is different for each patient, planned out at the beginning of the session.

Once complete, or in the case of a setback or client discomfort, either Nix or the Dreamer may break their clay pipes. Once one pipe is broken, both are forced out of their dreaming states and back into their waking bodies.

Some Additional Notes:

The clay pipes that act as Ritual Objects have a slight pink tint because they contain a trace amount of Dream Mist. Dream Mist itself has a faint shimmer & tint which includes particulate that Nix refines into a fine powder. The powder is mixed into the clay before being fired. The Dream Mist that this powder is refined from is generated by Musharna from Nix’s own dreams.

This part of the process is a closely-guarded secret. The technique is powerful and in the wrong hands could be used to invade someone’s dreams unwillingly to wreck terrible havoc and cause significant psychological harm. 

[nobodysdaydreams]

blanket??

(also happy winter :D <3)

Happy Winter! I can't say it's my favorite season because the wind and the cold are my nemeses, but I do love the advent and Christmas season, so there's that. ❄️⛄🎄💕

Blanket - what is the strangest dream you have ever had?

Oh boy. This is gonna be a weird one, and I might need to keep the reblogs off so this doesn't become a thing people start trying.

See, the thing is, I don't really remember my dreams. I almost never remember what I dreamt about the night before (there's been a few exceptions). I know I do dream, but I forget them as soon as I wake up, you know?

Anyway, that's where I was gonna leave this, but then as I was about to answer this ask, I remembered years ago, when little Bods was but a wee high school student, I started reading about Lucid dreaming.

For those of you that don't know what that is, it's a thing where you're dreaming and you realize that you're dreaming (like you are fully aware of who you are and that what is happening in the dream isn't real). There are some people for whom lucid dreaming happens very naturally (we don't know why) and others who never lucid dream at all. For those that do lucid dream frequently, they sometimes even have the ability to change what is happening in their dreams as it occurs (it's literally all coming from your mind, so you can consciously think "I want to go to the beach" and then your dream environment just...becomes a beach basically). However, for those that don't lucid dream naturally and regularly, if you by some chance ever do realize you're dreaming, you'll likely face the choice of either forgetting that you are dreaming and going back to sleep (accepting the dream as your reality, at least until you wake up), or completely waking up.

Now, as someone who doesn't remember my dreams, high school Bods was curious about this lucid dreaming business, so being the bored teenager that I was, with, apparently, nothing better to do, I looked up some self-hypnosis techniques that supposedly would teach you to lucid dream. I was skeptical, but being the mad scientist she was, high school Bods didn't hesitate for a second to test the techniques on herself.

And uh...yeah. Long story short; they work alright. Probably shouldn't even be telling you this, but basically you can self-hypnotize yourself to Lucid Dream in two simple steps. The first is to constantly repeat to yourself "I will have a lucid dream tonight, I will have a lucid dream tonight" before you fall asleep. The second is to repeatedly question your reality when you are awake. The easiest way to do this is by wearing a watch and checking the time frequently (or you can use your phone). If you look at your watch for a few seconds, look away, and look back again, it should look the same as it did before. If you look back and the time is different, or your watch is a different color, or the screen on your phone looks different, then you're dreaming. The point of doing this when you're awake is to make a habit of it, which increases the likelihood you'll do it in your dream.

Anyway, I came to consciousness while I was on stage during a performance at my high school when I realized that the show I was in closed months ago, and that I was not playing the role I'd been cast as in the dream. And let me tell you, on stage during a live performance is maybe not the worst place to start questioning your reality, but it's certainly not the best. So I thought to myself "okay...well let's see. If this is a dream, these thoughts are coming from my own mind, so if I think of something else, that should theoretically make the environment change" and before I even finished the thought, the set was different, the show was different, and I was in a different costume on a different part of the stage.

And at that point, and this is hard to describe, but I lost the ability to hold myself in a state where I was dreaming but aware of it. I could either go back to sleep fully and forget that I realized I was dreaming, or I could wake up. And as much as I wanted to wake up (to ensure I'd remember the events in the morning and know that my experiment was a success), I also knew I needed a restful night's sleep for class the next day. So I let go and...just let my consciousness turn off I guess? Anyway, I did remember the next day, because it turns out if you are conscious in your dreams for any length of time, your memory and ability to retain information is active just like it would be when you're awake, which is pretty cool.

I haven't lucid dreamed since then. Though funnily enough, there have been a few times since then when I'm dreaming where I've been like "eh. This is probably a dream." but just...haven't cared enough to do more about it than that, and I remember those instances as like, 5 seconds of a dream of me just in a random location before it cuts out again.

Sorry if that was weird. Might delete later. I hope this answers your ask and um...yeah happy winter! :)

[creature-wizard]

We are on the same page in regards to shifting. I did try it as well and I actually managed to probably achieve what they call 'shifting '. I don't know how but I got it by the 1st try. Now about my experience... it wasn't anything crazy as these people report; that they saw and experienced everything clearly, that they could be physically harmed and other stuff. Nothing was crystal clear to me, it was hard to sometimes put stuff and characters into place, I was actually stopping and the action stopped because I had no idea what to imagine next. I guess this can be described as a deep meditation state where I used visualisation.

The techniques to me sound highly similar to those used for astral projection and lucid dreaming. While entering my ' DR' I wasn't actually asleep, so maybe those who experience high levels of ' authenticity ' I their Dr are actually sleeping.

Basically what I felt was just being floaty and Basically going to the next level of daydreaming. I had suffered from maladaptive daydreaming for a long time so creating scenarios and acting out in them in my mind is easy, this time it was just the added state of floating.

So yeah nothing fancy, this is probably just self hypnosis or forcing your brain to access some other type of imaginative behaviour, you can't transfer your consciousness lmao.

The techniques are pretty much the same, yeah! And yes, I do suspect a lot of people are actually just sleeping. Or else they're really good at visualizing while in a deep trance.

Also, your experiences with your difficulty visualizing sound very similar to what happens when I try to visualize stuff in a trace. I dunno if it's related to some degree, or if it's a case of aphantasia, or both, but it's a thing. I actually found that describing things manually to myself did make it a little easier to visualize stuff, but like, holy shit this stuff does not come to me easily and that's not something I can fix with affirmations!

[bunni4koo]

Good afternoon!

Yesterday, I tried to lucid dream once again. I listened to DMT music before taking a nap which also prompted me to sleep for 5 hours(thank god it was the weekend) I woke up around 2 and went back to sleep listening to a lucid dream hypnosis. I want to say it worked. Right before I woke up, I realized I was dreaming because I was in my room. I was half conscious in my dream for some reason and I felt heavy and I was thought I should affirm for the void, but my brain thought I was wake for some reason. This morning I decided to go back to the basics and I looked at blogs, YouTube channels such as, Sammy Ingram and Lisa Alexandra. I even started to look on Reddit. Just something to get me back into my desire state. Ik I say this all the time, but I feel it. I feel me getting my desires. I feel myself getting into the void. No matter how long it takes, my desires are mine. They are mine in the 4D and they are mine in the 3D.

#rant

[iruludavare]

what's your muse bedtime habits? do they fall asleep right away? are they a light sleeper?

Serena’s bedtime habits have gone through quite a drastic change since the events with Team Flare in Geosenge Town. Prior to that fateful day, she had a routine set in stone—a certain time the young woman wanted to be in bed by; a series of stretches to help her relax—, and very rarely, if ever, had trouble falling or staying asleep. Of course, every now and then she would have strange dreams involving a voice that would call out to her every now and then in the waking world—attempts from Xerneas to guide her to their location, albeit in vain—, but nothing troubling. Her sleep was deep, dreams lucid but with movements never making their way to her unconscious form, and could be waken with relative ease.

     After Lysandre’s defeat, however, things very quickly took a turn for the worse. Dreams quickly twisted into repetitions of that day’s events—true to memory, or what-ifs of the most horrific degrees. Arguments with the one she used to seek mentorship from, of immortality being forced upon her by that weapon, of experiencing all over again the searing pain that coursed through her system when Serena did not make it out of the headquarters in time. In the first few weeks, some of those nightmares were retained when the heroine woke up, others not. Yet it quickly skewed in the latter’s favour, and a more troubling series of actions emerged—of thrashing about in her sleep, , and an inability to remember the night terror that had caused such a reaction in the first place. Their contents the same as the ones she could remember, still of that day in Geosenge Town, but further exaggerated and trudging down less hopeful paths. It was not until Serena’s Delphox, Daphne, informed her of these patterns that the heroine even knew she was doing it in the place.

     Due to all of this, Serena has developed something akin to a phobia of falling asleep, and greatly struggles to do so. The mere thought of having to experience that day, all of its details, and new ones the depths of her mind conjures up, terrifies her regardless of whether it is a nightmare or terror—if she can remember it or not. She is prone to moving about during the night, talking, yelling, or other vocalisations, and is difficult to wake during an episode, despite being an extremely light sleeper otherwise. For prolonged instances, either her Drifblim or Delphox will resort to using Dream Eater, and while this does not stop the episode in its entirety, it does shorten its length. In truth, nothing has worked to keep the terrors at bay—not Hypnosis, Sleep Powder, or anything of the sort—and moves that wake her up directly, Healing Bell, only result in placing Serena in a state akin to shock, being woken so suddenly from it all. The best Serena can achieve as of the moment is simply lessening the severity.

     One day, Serena hopes to seek out a Lunar Feather, albeit only once she has exhausted her other options.