Dream Log, Entry IX

Location: Dalaran
Lunar Phase: Waning Gibbous


My dream takes place in Andorhal, this time, before the war. The house Urien and I shared is intact, and I am in the study taking notes. He is sitting on the opposite end of the room, mending his tabard. My form in the dream is how my body used to be; strong, in shape, with flesh on the bones to go along with my skin. My hair is long, dark, full again, and my back does not ache from the sting of my own self mutilation.

I don't notice that my form is not on the physical plane until I get over to Urien. He doesn't notice me until a few minutes later. I hold out my hand to him, and it goes through his arm. Despite my spectral form, we dance, my hands hovering over his shoulder, and his over my waist. Our outstretched hands are inches apart as we twirl about the room in a slow waltz.

We looked like the dancing couple in a music box, going round and round. I can't recall when our music box's song ended.

I don't remember the end of this dream.

Analysis & Notes:

Last night was the first night I'd slept in a long while. Mister Alito put me to bed, and must've stayed with me until after I had fallen asleep. I had to rely upon a shot of whiskey and several medicinal herbs to do the trick, but I feel refreshed. I was avoiding sleep, as all of my recent dreams have been horrific nightmares. This is the first that has not startled me into wakefulness an hour or two after I've closed my eyes.

I believe that the content of this dream reflects much of what happened last evening. I had long ago become adept at astral projection, or rather, projecting my consciousness through the nether itself and then another step further to manifest spell effects onto the physical plane. I did it in front of Mister Alito last evening, and my consciousness took the form of myself, perhaps fifteen years ago. Mister Alito and I danced, and my leg did not ache.

I wish to practice more, but I am afraid to leave my body unattended while I do so. When my consciousness returned to me, I felt as if I was just about ready to drown, and couldn't breathe enough air to sate my lungs. I will contact Mister Alito to attempt this again, although I believe I need to devise some sort of failsafe to pull me out of the slumber, so to speak, should anything happen.


--F.P.