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Place withheld · 2012-07-08 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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Woke up at 6AM after nearly 7 hours of sleep and decided to attempt a WILD. I kept falling in and out of it, but I remained still and tried to follow where the images took me until it stabilized. The image faded and then became solid and clear. I was now watching <PERSON> drinking from a tea cup. The room seemed to be bathed in a warm glow of light coming from behind <PERSON>. It is not what I expected from the dungeons. The liquid in the cup looked much too creamy to be tea. It looked like a thick creamy soup with two red spots floating on the surface. I am disappointed that he is not drinking a potion. But I take a step back and see that at the other end of the table, there is a small rack holding some vials of liquid. The first one has a liquid that reminds me of the color of figs. It does not look particularly interesting. But the second is light orange in color. It fizzes and seems to emit light. Somehow, I am given that it contains <PERSON> particles. I take off the stopper and drink the whole thing. I start to feel a tingling sensation all over my body. Then it starts to feel like my muscles are starting to spasm. <PERSON> shouts, "You foolish girl! What have you done?" He forces me to drink the last potion in the rack. It is a pale robin's egg blue and seems to lightly shimmer. At first, I do not think it does anything. Then I feel like I am falling backwards. I fall through the floor and see myself passing through clouds. I stretch, and suddenly I have wings. I use them to catch an updraft and do a loop. When I reach the top of the loop, I realize that the transformation is complete -- I am now a Pegasus, a winged horse. I fly through the clouds for a while, focusing on the way the air feels against my feathers. I seem to be white or light gray in color, though my wings have spots of color. The clouds break at one point and I find myself flying over the Jefferson memorial on a very sunny day. I try to decide if I should land somewhere, but then I am swallowed up in clouds again. Then <PERSON> is back, and he is riding on my back. "Having fun?" he asks. I laugh. "Bet you have never flown like this before!" I tell him. He sneers and says, "I do not need a horse to fly." He leaps off, disappears into a flash of black ribbons of light, and is gone. I try to follow him, but I find myself landing in the aisle of a warehouse store. The floors are made of cement and I focus on the clop clop sound of my hooves. Eventually I see a shape at the end of the aisle. As it comes closer, I see that it is an older woman wearing a yellow sweater. She seems pretty confused to see a winged horse in the warehouse store. After a moment of staring, she leads me to the end of the aisle. On a shelf, there is a black lacquer box. I have a strong mental image of using my hands to put carrots in the box. The woman gives me one of the carrots. <PERSON> reappears and leads me to the exit. The store is closed and there are big metal gates that have been lowered to block the doors. I simply relax and walk through them. There is a large parking lot outside, and I try to see if I will have enough room to do a running take-off. <PERSON> seems to have other ideas, though. He pulls one more vial out of his robes. This one has a potion that looks like mother-of-pearl. He gives it to me and I drink the whole thing. Suddenly, I am melting. I look up at <PERSON> as I transform into a puddle of liquid on the floor. He is laughing the whole time.

 

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