Magic isn’t a unique element in my adventures at night. Being a programmer in real life — where lines of code are like magic spells, it is only natural for me to let out my inner wizard when facing the most beautiful landscapes or the worst demons.

My dream journal contains a section with spells that I encountered as the nights pass. These spells can be gestures or spoken language, and they all have two things in common:

• Once their intended purpose is found out, they always work

  • The only exception is when I am somehow blocked from casting the spell. The earliest known spell is a gesture that I found out ages ago when I was just a little kid. It involves moving my hands to my eyes and manually opening them. Do this often enough, and I wake up, this allowed me to escape my worst nightmares and was my first encounter with some basic form lucid dreaming, even though I didn’t know what that was yet.

    In one dream, when I was around 15 years old, I ended up in this very strange prison that was in another dimension designed to keep people inside, especially those skilled in dreams. In my case, they tied my hands to the back of a chair making me unable to wake up, turning the overall atmosphere a lot more sinister…

• They all come from the same place: Somehow, when I am dreaming, there’s this… unlocked memory… It’s hard to explain, but I remember a lot more, about my childhood and other real life things, but between those ordinary but buried memories lay esoteric elements, like spells. I know how weird this sounds, but they really seem different from the things that get hallucinated around us as soon as we drop into a dream.

  They are consistent, and they are tied to my character, rather than the world around me. No matter where I am, they can be used. Whereas normally each dream has its own set of rules or logic (such as not being able to get rid of a specific character), the spells are logic I carry with me…

There was one entry that caught my eye. You see, there was a spell, but no dream. I do not know if I simply forgot to finish the dream or that I really just heard the spell and forgot about it.

The spell was: “Portura Fucarum”. I remember that someone used this in a dream and sounded strangely familiar. I did know that it had something to do with portals, but it never really interested me to try it out, since portals is kind of a non-issue for me at the moment.

If you’ve made it this far in reading my wall of text, I must say, thank you for being interested in my content. To explain why experimenting with portals in lucid dreams doesn’t interest me, I can simply say: I had, and found the best method to translocate.

If you’re not familiar yet with the book from Michael Raduga, called “The Phase - Shattering the Illusion of Reality”, I recommend reading it, no matter what your beliefs are. It is very accessible and fits any type of reader whether spiritually inclined or not. But for now, I will take the relevant example out of the book. It’s about translocation.

You see, we often try to push open doors, sometimes being unsuccessful, or try to walk through walls, without much luck.

This is almost always the case for me, and it is difficult to find my way around that. The book gave me an answer: It is observation that makes a dream more stable. This is another exercise from the book that involves looking around and feeling things to make a dream more stable.

If your dream is stable, and you wish to go somewhere else, the best thing worth doing is to intentionally make it unstable, not enough to create total chaos but to open a hole into the dreams original storyline. This can be done by closing one’s eyes and simply walking through a wall and imagining where one wants to go.

This technique has never left me unsatisfied, and I never stopped doing it since, which is likely why this spell ended up collecting digital dust in a dream journal of the modern age.

But tonight I wanted to try it out, without further ado, lets dive into the dream space…

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It all started when I was being in the living room, I was upset at my mom as she had removed the large TV I bought for her and replaced it with a TV from 20 years ago.

She explained this was because she didn’t like how much space the large TV took.

I got really upset, wondering why she didn’t think of that before she said she wanted this TV.

The dream ended there, and I woke up, and tried to keep sleeping as I wasn’t ready yet to go out of bed, and the alarm clock didn’t go off yet. Flickering appeared in the background as well as random voices. It was that stupid old small TV that the dream was about! It was sitting now in the corner of my bedroom!

The program on the TV was RTL Z, a Dutch business and economics channel. “Just ignore it”, I thought. “You want more sleep… getting out of bed now to turn it off would only wake you up more.”

But I did not get to sleep, at least not physically. It was at some point that I realized this TV couldn’t be in my bedroom, we don’t even have it anymore!

It was a false awakening… I tried to get out of bed, triggering some kind of out-of-body experience. This proved to be difficult, it felt like gravity was pushing me on the bed more than it should’ve been, I couldn’t pull myself up!

I managed to push my legs out of bed, and the more I struggled, the more got out. Eventually, I was crawling on the floor. Ignoring the annoying TV sound, I began to rub my hands over everything I could - the floor, the night stand, the side of the bed, the walls… Slowly but surely the dream became more stable.

I managed to stand up straight. I was already wearing clothes, nothing fancy, a shirt and jeans. Way too cold for the season, but I didn’t feel any cold.

I walked downstairs and outside towards the backyard.

The world I ended up in was consistent with real life, even the nighttime matched the time I was sleeping. But there was one big difference: There were very thick yellow pipes that ran everywhere. Over the fence, past my house, all the way down to the front yard.

They didn’t seem to be going anywhere specific, some pipes came from the ground up and then made a few random turns, only to get back into the ground.

I was fascinated by it, it didn’t seem temporary, like a bypass when construction works on the sewage system.

But I couldn’t be distracted now, so I went back to my backyard and ignored the pipes from here. I started recalling what I wanted to do, which was to visit someone’s house in my dream.

To do so, I wanted to test out the Portura Fucarum spell to see if anything happens.

I stood right in front of the wall from the shed, and pressed my hand against the wall, and applied some pressure… The same as one might expect in real life happened! I felt the resistance and the cold, humid concrete of the brick wall against my hand… This was strange, as the world did not feel cold, despite wearing the clothing unfit for this temperature.

Pulling away my hand, I held it in front of me pointing at the wall, saying “Portura Fucarum!”

Nothing.

I then pressed my hand against the wall again, and this time, it started making a weird gurgling sound while the wall bent into a hole that my hand fit through. It was a portal! I did it!

But a strange eerie feeling engulfed my body. I quickly pulled my hand away again. I did not want to go through this portal, I did not know what was on the other side…

“Maybe I should add the destination”, I thought. I cast again with a similar pose: “Portura Fucarum <description of persons house>!”

Again nothing. This time, I began walking through in full, realizing that there’s no gain without pain, if I end up in some terrifying place then so be it.

… And of course that’s what happened. I ended up in this small room, a large medieval wooden door, closed, was in front of me. To my left and right hung various tools. I guessed torture equipment.

“F-Fuck… are you kidding me! Some kind of fucked up dungeon…” I let out. I quickly regained myself, and closed my eyes to run through the door, I didn’t even test if it was locked or not. In a dream where I can actually feel things as if they happen IRL, such as what happened when I pressed my hand on the cold wall, I did not want to get tortured…!

I ended up in this equally medieval, but much bigger hallway, it was packed with people! The crowd was wearing fantasy-like garments that fitted the surroundings. The hallway was fully indoors, with a ceiling shaped like an arc, but it was massive, it had lighting every few meters. The floor was made of cobblestone. It was build at such scale that shouldn’t have been possible for it’s time.

It also had this commercial vibe to it. There were stores wherever one could look!

Between the large crowd I saw this man leaning against a wall, wearing a dark blue suit that seemed to resemble that of a Union Soldier.

“Hey, where are we!?” I asked him. The man replied with a very specific and long name that I couldn’t remember or even recite at that specific moment. It was crazy.

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At this point, I woke up into a sleep paralysis but unlike any I ever had before. All that happened, was that on the ceiling, was the number 0 in a bold, white font. It was projected on the ceiling, and it remained there for as long as I was able to look. Only when I really was able to move, the number began to fade.

This was so crazy, not waking up and have the real world appear around you while all the craze from before magically disappeared, no, it slowly transitioned into the real world…

I have no idea what the 0 means, but I feel it has something to do with the possibly wrong use of Portura Fucarum.