Eat me, drink me...

I no longer have to project myself into the dreams of others in order for me to feed from them.

Last night I unexpectedly siphoned the dreams of my target the moment I made contact with them, without leaving the Twilight of my own Dreaming. I could feel their subconscious flowing into me, random bits of aspiration and imaginings, funneled straight from their mind into my own.

The side effects are bizarre, and maybe just a little perilous.

My own dreams have become so intense and unstable that I am no longer lucid during the majority of them. I don’t think it’s safe for me to sleep anymore without having somebody here to keep an eye out for me.

I need stronger protections, although....since I have set myself on this course, my Incubus has not once shown up. I am not sure if the knowledge of his true intentions has caused my Dreaming to reject him, or if he is aware of where I am headed and fears to follow. 

As of now, I am the White Rabbit, but I do not know just what it is I am late for.

Morphévore:

I deleted my previous post concerning a new blog dedicated to my Dreaming work, as so much of my Occult related studies are focused primarily on the Dreaming now that I would no longer have much, if anything, to post here. So there is no reason not to keep the two as one.

Now, onto the real reason for this post.

I came to the realization some time ago that the Incubus which I had allowed within my dreams over these past 20 years was not just feeding on my energy, as I had previously assumed, but my dreams as well, leading to chronic insomnia and a weakening of my connection to the Dreaming. This resulted in the inability to perform dream work to the fullest of my capabilities.

Since I have recently began my journey on my Despina’s third aspect, the Twilight, which involves the Dreaming, this was a serious complication.

It was then that I began meddling within the dreams of others, projecting myself within them and once there, I realized that my energy feeding could also extend to dreams, marking me as not just a Siphon, or “Vampire” as the Occult communities prefer to use, but also a Morphévore, devouring the dreams of my prey as easily as my becursed Incubus dined upon mine.

And so, I have embraced this newest aspect of my nature, and in doing so, my own dreams have become so vivid that even while I remain lucid within them, it is still extremely difficult to tell the difference between them and real life.

My dreams are becoming stronger, and through my continued sojourn within them, so am I.

Dreamer:

Rose-Red.

Guarded:

I encountered a slight snag last night while sniffing out a new target for my dream workings. A pretty little thing with an extremely sharp mind.....thoughts that prick like thorns.

It's strange how many of those who claim to be students of the Occult can be so vulnerable, open and unguarded. They might as well have WELCOME branded into their foreheads....

And then, every now and again, I run across one with absolutely zero belief, or training, and yet their defenses are nigh impenetrable.

Maia:

To the Darkness, my beloved Despina.

Many fools give you praise, in ignorance and blindness do they call upon your essence.

Sheep for the slaughter, ripe with delusions of grandeur.

Pre-Moon Sickness:

My hallowdays are held twice every month, on both the Full and Dark Moons. The rituals I preform during these times are referred to as Bacchanals.

At first it was only the Full Moon which called me when I began my path with my Lady’s main aspect, the Darkness. After I had advanced enough within her second aspect, which embodies the Flesh, the Dark Moon was added.

Now I am on her final aspect, which is known as the Twilight. (No relation to the book series.) This is the path which represents everything that lays in-between. A great deal of my work on it so far has been through the Dream Verse, but it also includes the veil, and the crossroads.

When it is deemed that I am ready, my Bacchanals will extend to both of the Half Moons as well.