Dream Record 427

Documenting here a series of dreams that keep getting pinged in memory by current synchronicities:

1

The dreams have returned.

There was a young woman who had disappeared. In following her path, we were invited to a sort of festival. We went down a long pathway through the woods. Aside from the normal merriment and debauchery, it seemed fairly normal. But there was a strange connection so we were decided to return the next day. There was no trace of anything. Following up on the group that was running the event and infiltrating, we discovered that they were holding the events in the dream space, and somehow transporting people back-and-forth, worse still, they were holding people prisoners in their dreams to play the parts of whore, joker, entertainers, etc. A slave, labor, force, trapped in perpetual sleep. We observe how they abduct, break, and brainwash the people. Attempting to escape, found a set of passages between dreams in this world, and there was entity. It was old and fed off the psychic energy of events —it had made a compact with those running the events. fortunately, it was confused, imagining us to be a part of the cabal. And we were able to elude. Returning again to the dreamworld under the guys that we were part of their group, we discovered that those running the festival were little more than advanced puppets. Humans who had made an agreement with the Entity and the Cabal, but did not understand. They were just the Cruel Hand. how we ended up in the inner sanctum of one of the Cabal i can not recall, but it was clear their tone was highly utopian and “virtuous” they were creating dream children, dream paradises. Like a commune. They pretended to have no knowledge or very little of their servants— whether slaver or slave. They knew they were theirs, and that they were providing the energy to run all this, but they were not the inner sanctum. They were just a means to an end the price that they had paid the entity to accomplish their paradise.

2

I and a few others are at dinner in a snow storm in the mountains. some time has passed. This is a clandestine meeting. awe are being followed, hunted. they know we know.

having a strange feeling, danger lurking I step outside to have smoke and prepare to leave., scouting the area. 2 phantom are outside. everyone scatters according to protocol.

i’m at a pay phone. someone calls. the conversation is unpleasant.

3

dreams of vampires, the “sworn” with purple eyes, talk of the Machine and “alchemical filth”, a great keep with people chained to rails set up as a maze. hydraulic lines filled with blood. bizarre directions one had to follow at manor/place around the keep. escaping into “the white”, secret maps and codes in a shack. an escape attempt foiled.

4

dreamed of the cabal again two nights ago—was unsure but the memories persist—same group different manifestation/aspect.

this is the fourth time. and this one was trickier. literally. harder to see at first.