A few years back a lucid dream through me into a medieval city. It was like being placed in a massive living museum. The dream was more real then any I had before. I walked around touching walls and staring curiously at things. I interacted with the elements of my imagination as if they were solid stone, wood and plaster. People looked at me oddly as I stroked buildings, but it didn’t bother me. Anyone would raise an eyebrow to a man petting a house while making sounds of amazement. I paid the populous little attention, but anytime I focused on them I was bewildered with their realistic human interactions.
The power of the human mind never ceases to impress me. At the beginning of the dream I was aware enough to realize I was dreaming, but as things carried on I started to fall deeper into the experience while enjoying my time in the medieval city. I touched everything and absorbing as much details as I could with joyful eyes. I was in a historical playground!
After a long time of groping beautiful buildings and getting tons of odd looks, I met a traveler. He led a small caravan full of trade goods. These new merchants were of higher class then the peasants folk giving me those funny looks. I was done with touching medieval houses. I wanted to grope more serious things… Like the castle on the hill that overlooked the settlement. That’s I decided, is what I wanted to stroke next, and luckily for me the merchants were going to be attending a feast in the great hall and they liked my oddness and decided to invited me along.
That evening I ate medieval food with a knife and my fingers. I drank wine and ale from a mug. I chatted about our world (the present day) in a simplified manner. The folk were entertained by my fabrications. Their laughter attracted more attention, until a point I grew comfortable. I finished eating and decided to get some fresh air.
While outside, I saw a staircase leading onto the wall; I didn’t hesitate. From a top the wall was the most stunning view of a medieval city nestled into a long narrow Valley. It was beautiful and ever so peaceful. Thick clouds hung over the mountains. They were outlined by the moons light that hid behind them. As a breathed and took in the view the clouds shifted and moon light soon shown down on me. I started to feel dizzy.
In the dream, it came over me as it does in real life. In life I get light headed and risk fainting when thinking about certain things my mind does not handle well. Such as the inner workings of what I am. If I can’t relax and gain control of my thoughts I spiral to a point where my mind shuts down.
I was on a castle wall. not much more then a meter wide. On one side was a 20 to 30 foot drop, on the other was a stone wall and the battlements. As I crumpled to the stone I directed my body towards the walled side hoping I would not flail myself over the edge during my fit. The episode continued as it would in my waking life. Thousands of visions flashing in front of me at an accelerated pace. The feeling of my spirit leaving my body on the wall and being rifled through time and space beyond the speed of light. After a time the journey came to an end in the same way it always has. My eye darting back and forth so violently my vision stays blurred for a time. My ears ringing, so persistently that all sound is distorted.
In real life these effects don’t last long but in this dream they were amplified and persistent. I used the wall to pick myself up. Unable to focus my vision or balance. The ringing in my head was mixed with fast shifting sounds. I pulled myself along hoping to find help and when I saw a shadow of a man on the wall I did my best to call for help.
It was answered a moment later and clarity came with haste as I was hit in the shoulder. The impact came with such a force to spin me 90 degrees. I almost stumbled of the wall. I stared down at it. A crossbow bolt buried deep into my flesh. I stared in disbelief. All awareness that I was dreaming disappeared vanished. I looked at the feathered end of the bolt with such clarity. There was no time to think. I needed to run.
The dream did not end here, but continued in an exciting fasion. When I awoke I was left asking questions, and those question have led to a year of world building, new fresh lore, and decades of history and big events.
I will start with a few books and see were it goes from there.