Ghost on the Highway and Ghost on the Mountain

I was driving home and I sensed someone next to me. I looked over and saw someone although I couldn't make out who they were but I -knew- them from somewhere. I vividly remember looking out the window and seeing the trees fly by. We pulled up beside a lake I used to know in Oregon (that in reality had no road-access but this is a dream).

We fooled around in the front of the truck but then I stopped and pushed them away thinking they were someone I didn't want to see... (thinking loudly "I DON'T want to see this person) thinking about this lead me to lucid dream and to force myself to not think about them. I kept actively thinking that I didn't want to see them and this is what triggered the lucid dreaming, the aversion, the hate. So my dream host actually asked me, in the midst of fooling about, "Who do you want to see?"

Oddest and most awesome question ever. I stopped everything and pulled them close, holding their head close to my heart, saying, "Dylan, show me Dylan. I don't care how. Show me Dylan."

Time-wise it literally (no, fucking literally) it felt like an hour before anything answered me. The person/ghost lover was there but they were so empty and dumb. I don't know how I got there but I know time gets all fucked up and everything... it felt like so long, and where I was waiting was the door on the side of my old high school where my mom sometimes picked me up and I kept waiting for her car to go by. It was an odd sort of transfer because I was already inside  the truck and yet I was waiting for a ride.

Sammy, my green truck pulled up and we got inside. I drove us somewhere isolated and quiet so we could (you know.....), we tried making out and then I got this weird feeling that I should stop so I did and I realized I was dreaming,

"You're not Dylan."

He looked at me for a moment then said, "Nope, but I'm here." and continued trying to seduce me. I gave in after a moment, realizing I was dreaming. and kept chanting "Turn into Dylan", I said it over and over like when I begged for my Higher self to appear, and he did eventually and I got to kiss him on the chin.

I stopped him again, my reality beginning to crumble around me. I remember looking off in the distance and seeing fields and Hope mountain so pastoral and perfect, nothing like the way I remember them now. It was so vivid and so beautiful it was scary. I remember the lines of the feild, the trees, the small cottage with the woodpile stacked against it and the smell of something cooking... I remember the smell of wet wood moldering, and the smell of sweat and fear, and dirt and everything. It was amazing that all of that got crammed into on dream, smells, tastes, sensations, emotions... It was wonderful in it's own way even if I awoke in a sweat.

I was climbing climbing but after what felt like hours I hit a wall and couldn't get through it. It was at the top of the mountain. It was like bumping into plate-glass. I felt there was somewhere I had to be beyond those mountains but I couldn't. Most frustrating thing in the world.

Gift Horse

I was part of a CIA team meant to focus on medical and scientific blunders which apparently there were a lot of. We were in a world where scientific advancement wasn't as strict and doctors could get away with anything they wanted.

Dylan and I were part of a special unit (we made out a few times in the bathroom, the rest of the team wasn't to know...) to isolate and capture these scientific failures and to "process" them. We were in the field and we took down a rabid horse-person mutilation. They had the head, limbs and tail of a horse but were horribly scarred and bloody and infected. We brought them back to headquarters and tried to clean them up a bit, chaining them up (I felt so awful about that) and cleaning their wounds forcibly. Dylan was going to open their mouth but I got a feeling and shouted, "DON'T" but too late... as soon as their mouth was open hundreds of maggots fell out.

I remember feeling sick and trying to tell the doctor on our team that we should shoot the poor creature in the head because it was so awful. He declined and told us to continue to care for it and to treat it's wounds even though it's chances of survival were slim.

I remember going to the creature when no-one else was around and asking it, "I'm so so sorry... do you want to live?" I remember crying my eyes out and bringing tokens and treats to the horse-thing. It nodded at me. I kept asking it, "You can't be happy here, I know you're in pain, I can end it."

It was a terrible thing to do but I felt bad that the doctor insisted we keep it alive while they were obviously in terrible pain. I kept going back to the horse-creature and asking, "I can end it. Do you want me to?"

I woke up crying on behalf of the poor mutilated horse-creature with those big brown painful eyes.

The first phrase that popped into my head upon waking was "Don't Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth" but I'm not sure what that means. It was intense... and very gory.

Look Before You Jump

Awesome Lucid dream... after a few short strange ones.

It was sort of like Inception in that I felt like I was going layer by layer into my subconscious.

So, I was sleeping on the couch when I heard sports noises so I look over and there's an old man with his back to me watching football or something. He was wearing a darkish old man's cap (and my mum thinks it's my grandfather... -shrug- possibly). I was a little alarmed. I asked, "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"

Then I woke up again and saw my mom go into the bathroom. I started asking her how her nap was but then I got the sense that I was dreaming.

Woke up again. Mom went into the bathroom. When she came out I asked, "Are you reeeally my mother?" She started laughing hysterically at me.

Woke up... again. Dylan and I were sitting on my bed just talking and then the room began to flood. The bed began floating around my room (which was much bigger in my dream) until we simply floated out the window into the sea.

Then I woke up and I was staring down the longest distance I could have ever imagined. It was like one of those large concrete dams... only it was like six of them piled on top of each other. Way way way at the bottom I think I can see water. I gasped and stepped back away from the ledge.

I look up into the night sky and see people in flowy garments gracefully flying around along with huge koi fish, boats covered in lanterns, and turtles and various odd spirit things that kinda reminded me of Spirited Away. I realize I'm dreaming and fling myself off the ledge shouting, "I can flyyyy!!!!.... why am I not flyingggg? Oh shiiiiittt...." and then I land on the back of a large flying turtle.

He said, "Whoa, look before you jump, little one."
I asked, "Why's that?"

He nodded his head and I saw we were right above the water only it was dark and inky and there were these corpse-like things in the water reaching for us.

"You almost dove headfirst into the river of souls. No mortal should ever do that."

"Ah. That would probably be bad."

"What brings you here?"

"I don't know. I think I'd like to talk with my higher self."

"You think or you know?" The old turtle chuckled as he fly higher away from the water, gently bringing us to the top of the tiers.

I thought on it and once I made up my mind I said, "I know."

Suddenly it started thundering around us. It was like the concrete tiers were crumbling piece by piece and swirling around us along with water from the other side of the dam, us at the eye of this hurricane. The old turtle said over the roaring, "Are you certain, little one?"

I felt a sudden tug of fear but remembered I was dreaming and that this was all happening in my brain. I started focusing and chanting, "I want to meet my higher self. I want to meet my higher self. I want to meet my higher self. I WANT TO MEET MY HIGHER SELF." until I was shouting over all the noise. It was like the world was crumbling around us and the pieces were rattling and screaming.

All the spirits and glowy people looked down on the forming hurricane unconcerned and part of me wished I was with them away from all this noise. We were so high above the river now, almost at the top of the tier and then the wise old turtle warned, "You must go deeper."
I was screaming now, "Yes! I want to meet my higher self!"
He said, "As you wish." and we fell.

We didn't just fall, we plunged... picking up speed as we fell that great distance towards the river of souls.

"I thought you said it was a bad idea?!"

We were about to hit and all he said was, "Go. Deeper."

We hit the water and passed through a sort of barrier as the corpse things clawed at us. I came out a drainage pipe that fed into a stream. I looked around an realized it looked like the stream by my old house. I was wearing my old tiger bathing suit (which realistically wouldn't fit me now as I was four last time I wore it).

I wandered the paths back to the cabin which wasn't my old cabin but my 'dream house'. It looked all rundown and abandoned but I felt like I should go inside. It was getting dark around me and I heard scary night noises coming from the forest. The last thing I wanted was encounter the wilds of my subconscious (demon cougars anyone?).

I opened the door and stepped inside to find the woodstove fired up and an empty chair facing it. The floor was covered in a carpet of newspapers (like at my old cabin). I went and sat in the chair by the fire. As soon as I sat down I felt a hand rest lightly on my shoulder and this feeling of love, security, familiarity, and clarity washed over me. I've never felt more "home" anywhere than I did in that moment. We said nothing. I didn't even see them. I didn't move. The hand disappeared and with it that feeling.

The newspapers caught fire and the rest of the house went up in flames but I was unphazed. I just calmly stood and walked out.

I woke up... and mom went into the bathroom. When she came out I asked, "Are you reeeeally my mother?" but all I got was a funny look. XD My poor Mum. She puts up with so much weird.

Alucard and the Jello Eating Contest

So my friend Kaze was showing me a youtube on a laptop at the mouth of Meylston lane (which is vaguely where I live) and as we were watching it, I sort of got drawn into the youtube clip itself which made for a rather interesting trasition between dreams.

The clip was of Dracula or Alucard drinking from some poor chick's neck. When he realized I was looking over his shoulder, he turned and glared at me snarling, "Do you mind?" I apologized awkwardly and wandered around the room idly. It was a very nice, very roomy hotel room with a large window on one side that reached from the floor to the very high ceiling. Moonlight was coming through it making odd shadows on the floor as Alucard gnawed on said chick.

Later in the dining hall, Alucard was challenging his fellow vampires to a green Jello-eating contest. He was winning but then news broke that the enemy vampire army of ghouls was approaching. His apparent second-in-command was franticly begging him to take action but all Alucard said was,
"I'm almost done..." and continued eating his Jello.

The ghouls started smashing through the windows and attacking us but Alucard was still eating Jello. I tapped him on the shoulder gingerly and said, "D'ye think maybe you should do something?"
Alucard sighed and said, "Fiiine."

The shadows around the room took on a life of their own and began brutally attacking the ghouls... there was blood and guts and dismembered limbs flying in every direction. I got spattered in blood. When it was all over, Alucard sat back down and resumed eating his Jello, pointing his spoon at the rest of us, "Anyone else?" Apparently there were no takers for the eating contest.

I wandered out into the hallway to escape all this madness but then the floor turned into a sort of slope which I slipped on and then slid down all the way into a pool of water. It was like someone had wrinkled the linoleum hallway and then filled it with water. It was rather bothersome because I felt like I was drowning but then I remembered I was a vampire... and didn't need air.
Then I woke up.

Tyrion, you handsome devil

Had an awesome Game of Thrones dream...

So I was wandering around in a whorehouse (best first line ever) and all these girls were propostioning me which was awkward as they were in various states of undress. They also had mask-like faces which were painted like china dolls. I kept awkwardly refusing them because I was poor and frankly they were sort of creepy with their masks. I heard a voice and the sea of boobies parted revealing Tyrion lounging on some pillows with one masked beauty at his feet and another draped over his shoulder.
"Treat the lad to a bath." He watched them undress me and get into the tub. As I awkwardly sat in the tub and allowed them to scrub me.

We talked for a while.

Tyrion said, "You look weary. Back from the war, solider?"

I replied, "Yes." and then I looked at the bath water and it was indeed filthy.

"I see, well you can stay here for the night,"

"Thank you, sir--"

"on one condition; you share my bed."

Hardest decision of my life, really. Took me 2 seconds to decide, "Oh hells yes." What? He's a sexy man and I absolutely love his character's personality and kindness to other "misfits" but that's beside the point...

He eventually asked me why I left the army and I told him it was because I wasn't good enough and they'd all be better off without me. Then he said,
"Is that why you ran away from home too?"
I remember that struck a nerve. I've never felt so naked before, ever... both literally and figuratively.
Then he said, "It's alright, I -see- you and you are good enough..." then his voice changed from sincere to raunchy, "... deeeefinitely good enough." So I splashed him and we laughed. It was great.


Then apparently the whorehouse/tavern had caught fire and there were enemy soliders attacking the town. I scrambled for my sword and jumped in front of Tyrion just as they burst through the door. They rushed us and I kept them at bay... even buck nekkid. I killed them all but more were coming. I headed for the door but Tyrion shouted,

"Are you going to fight a war without your pants on?!"
I replied, "Priorities!" meaning that I didn't have time to get dressed.
Tyrion grabbed my pants and then my hand, pulling me with him as we headed for the back door. When I tried to protest he only said, "Priorities!"

We snuck into a loft in another building and I managed to get dressed. I was about to head back out and fight. Tyrion called after me, "Why? Why must you fight?"
So I smiled and said, "So I have something to come back to." Then winked and headed into BATTLE!

I was slicing through them like no one's business. I remember some of my moves came from The Witcher PC game, mostly the power ups. I picked up a lighter enemy sword and used both, spinning and dancing and slicing and when my arm got tired, I dropped my heavier sword and used my free hand to chuck anything with in reach at the enemy. I believe I hit a dude in the head with a bucket of milk at one point.

After the big battle and the enemy batalion being destroyed by me and a few angry farmers with crude weapons, I went back to the loft and all but collapsed on the hay near Tyrion. He was delightfully snarky as ever,
"Welcome home, Honey. Rough day at work?"
"Shut up. Although I do need a drink. There's a wine stall outside that's still in tact."
"I'll come with you."

So we went to the stall which was more like a lemonade stand but it was totally lemonade wine. I was going to purchase my own bottle eventhough I was sort of afraid they'd card me but then Tyrion went ahead and bought me a few bottles. "A Lanister always pays his debts."

And then talked some more as we enjoyed our lemonade wine in the middle of a burning village but the dream faded and got progressively more wonky.

Beam me up, Scotty!

Monday 24th

So... somehow I ended up on the bridge of the USS Starship Enterprise. Instantly had a phazer or two aimed at me and I had to explain to Captain Kirk who I was and how I got there... which I honestly had no idea but I felt like I was late for class so I politely said, "Excuse me, sir." and left through the sliding door.

I proceeded down the long hallway, my arms full of binders and books, until I came to my old Math Class and took a seat. I then had to explain to my math teacher (who was a hardass) why I was late... he began to reprimand me and, as most school-anxiety dreams go, the rest of the class began to make fun of me because (of course) I had apparently forgotten to get dressed before coming to school (because that could totally happen in real life), however, instead of whimpering in shame when I realized I was buck nekkid, I got up and pushed over his desk sending papers flying everywhere. Effectively giving my teacher the finger, I then sauntered out and went back through the sliding doors to the Starship Enterprise.

When everyone on the bridge looked up I smirked and put my hands on my hips.
"Could someone lend me a uniform?"

The Ghosts of Late October's Past

Friday 21-Saturday 22

Couldn't sleep so I wandered downstairs and dicked about the internets for a while getting gradually more tipsy as the night went on (hey, man, it was the weekend) and then wandered back upstairs. After what was a rather lovely evening I drifted off to sleeps and then was met with a series of unpleasant dreams. They were all so vivid and were all in the same setting so I wasn't really sure a few times if I was actually dreaming or if what was happening was real. Dragged my feet on posting this one too and I think I'll leave out some things.

These all took place in my room.

1. My Mother

Came into my room and began yelling at me about having people over. She was screaming at me but I was unable to answer or even move. I'm beginning to wonder if this was a paralysis dream because of how vivid it was and how I was unable to move or breathe properly. In reality she has never screamed at me like that. It was awful. It was like a running list of all the times I knew I had disappointed her or done something dumb but hearing her call me on every single little thing really kinda tore me up.
I twitched awake, still in my room.

2. My Friends (This was more like four smaller separate dreams as four of my friends made an appearance at different times, I just didn't want to use names).
They came to me one by one and were angry with me that I hadn't been a good friend to them, that I hadn't been there for them when they needed me, and that I was constantly dumping my problems on them. These were people I consider fairly close to me so I felt awful hearing all the things I had done and hadn't done for them. I felt like a piece of shit... and they made a point of telling me I was.
I kept trying to say I was sorry but I couldn't. They kept shouting at me.
I twitched awake, still in my room.

3. My Grandmother (perhaps the most frightening of all)
I thought I was awake but then my grandmother came into the room, twitching horribly like some animated puppet. She was howling and clawing at my walls, where her fingers ran down the paint began peeling off and soon the walls were dripping with paint. It was the surreality of it all that made me jerk awake again.

4. An old Love
I woke up. The room was dark as I had left it when I wandered back to bed. I rolled over and put an arm around the person next to me only when they turned I realized it wasn't who I thought it was. I panicked and asked, "How the hell did you get in here?! Where is he? If you hurt him I'll fucking kill you!". He lunged at me.
Twitched awake again.

5. Mom and my Friend
I thought I was awake so I got up, got dressed, went downstairs. Mom was upset with me for having my friend stay over and she was shouting at me about that. I was embarassed about having an argument with my mom in front of this person, so as I grabbed my backpack I kind of snapped and shouted, "Just shut up! All of you just shut up!" They both looked at me in shock so I added, "I'm sorry, I just had a weird night and all these dreams... oh shit..." Their faces distorted as they laughed at me and my realization.

I woke up... finally... I think. Sometimes I think my subconscious just likes fucking with my emotions for shits and giggles.

Lost on Liberty Road

I was driving down Liberty Road with my friend Kyle in my truck. He was the one behind the wheel and we were talking about relationships, people we loved, and trans-related stuff and I said at one point,
"I just don't know what to do."

Kyle stopped the truck in the middle of the road. It was night and it was just one long stretch of road. He smiled and said, "Well, we're here. I guess this is 'goodnight' then." I felt I should get out but I was confused as to why. Once I shut the door he drove off. So, I just stood on the side of the road, in the dark, feeling like I should be somewhere but I didn't know which way to go. It was just like that night I got lost on Liberty Road (and ended up in Possomville Pike... I shit you not.)

I felt lost and confused and abandoned. I didn't know if I should try to find Dylan's house or go home. I desperately wanted to go home but I didn't know which way was East or West and I was tired. My feet felt like lead. It was so dark and everything looked the same. It started raining, so, I just sat down on the side of the road.

Woke up and realized my pillow was wet from crying. That must've been the rain. :\

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Don't Lose Your Head

Well, it started out weird. I was really afraid that my head was going to fall off. It kept wobbling and I had to hold it in place but then an old friend from high school put his hands around my neck and very lovingly, seductively whispered in my ear, "Don't lose your head." and I just suddenly felt this overwhelming sense of safety and love. That's about it... oh and then we had sex but then he turned into someone else as the dream began to fade and get all wonky.

I'm guessing he was in my dream because he reminds me of someone. The last time I saw this friend he had longish hair and a goatee.

I'M A FREAKING EAGLE watch me soar.

Two days ago, awesome lucid dream... okay... wow. I need to keep up with this blog more. Sorry, Jesse! >_>

Anywho. I was wandering in a sort of National Forest with lots of cliffs and a waterfall. So vivid. Nothing really bizarre that tipped me off I just sort of realized I was dreaming. So, what do I do? I hurl myself off the nearest cliff shouting, "I'M AN EAGLE. I CAN FLY." And I do.

I swooped low beside the waterfall that looked at least 4 stories tall. I was inches from the surface of the water pooling at the base of the cliff. I reached out to touch it as I glided over and saw my fingers had turned into feathers. I soared over the vivid landscape as the sun set and the trees... oh man... gold and red and lovely.

I flew over them. What was cool was my perception of height. It was so realistic and vivid. I could see through the branches to the forest floor below. Then I shot straight up, higher, higher, higher... it got chilly and the air got thin so I leveled out and rode the wind currents between the clouds. As I passed through them I felt the soft dewy moisture hit my face.

It was a somewhat short dream but it was intense and it was lucid. So cool.

Dancing on the Bay and Playing Chess with the Gods

Haven't really had any notable dreams lately or I just haven't bothered to write them up on here. This last weekend I had a lot of strange dreams that all sort of blended together. A few of them were rather Freudian/Jungian (I prefer the latter style of interpretation) so I thought I'd add this one.

WARNING: Like most of my dreams tend to be, rather gory, rather dark. At least this one starts out that way but it gets better. :)


So, last night...


I was lost in a dark alleyway. It was very dark and dirty and grimy. I was stumbling around and felt awful. I was trying to run and hide from a man who was looking for me. I knew that if he found me he'd probably beat me or worse. My mouth hurt. Apparently he had kicked me in the mouth. I hid in a brick doorway. Suddenly my teeth started falling out. It was really horrifying. I could actually feel them get loose in my mouth and then I'd spit them out. I started sobbing loudly… at this point I really didn’t care if he found me.


Someone touched my shoulder and I realized there was a tall gentleman standing beside me. He wore nice clean clothing but his black hair was wild, long and messy. It was easily waist-length. I couldn’t see his face but the moon behind his head made him look so ethereal. Then he spoke in the softest loveliest voice and I realized he was actually a woman,

“Why are you crying, love?”

She felt very familiar but I couldn't see and or I don’t remember her face.

I couldn’t talk so I showed her my bloody hands with my lost teeth. Her gloved hand caressed my face, “Ah, I see. I shall have to give you new ones.”

She gently pulled me up and drew me to her chest. I felt her stroke my hair and then felt her bite my neck. It didn’t hurt at all, just sort of felt damp like a gentle hickie. She pulled back and smiled, revealing a mouthful of bloody needle-sharp teeth and a jaw line that was too wide to be human. Sort of like a monkfish. I still found her to be lovely.

“How do you like them?”

I felt my new teeth and found them to be like hers. She took my hand, kissed it, and said,

“Let’s go dancing on the bay.”

We were floating up over the roof tops, walking on air. Unlike most of my flying dreams, it felt effortless. We drifted over the water and she wound an arm around my waist whispering,

“Don’t be afraid.”

We flew over the water, waltzing inches above it as it glimmered with city lights. The water was so dark. I began to sink into it and fear seized me.

“It so dark! It’s going to swallow me! Please help.”

She just floated above me, smiling.

“Silly, the darkness can’t swallow you… you are the darkness.”

It sounds all metaphorical now but it made sense in the dream. I was literally terrified I’d melt into the water and cease to exist. It’s hard to explain… it wasn’t just water, it was like liquefied darkness.

I rose back up and she took my hand. We danced some more and then wandered towards the docks. She told me to run and when I asked what was wrong she said,

“Nothing. They’re chasing me again and I think this time I’ll let them catch me.”


A bunch of men with torches came around the corner. I got really upset and tried to drag her with me but she was totally resigned to her fate, like she wanted it. She told me it was my turn. So, I ran and looked behind me to see them setting her on fire as she just stood there, perfectly still.

The dream sort of shifted though the plot of it stayed loosely intact. I came to a fenced field and rested against it. Loki from the film Thor (the way he looked) was sitting on the fence. I saw other people out in the field. Lightning and fireballs went back and forth between the people and yet they were all laughing and having fun… like ultimate Frisbee only with fireballs.


“What’s going on out there?” I asked.

He patted the fence next to him so I climbed up and sat beside him,

“The Gods are playing chess. Would you like to join?”

“But I’m not a god.”

“You are now.” When he said that I realized I was dreaming, remembered that I could fly and so flew across the field, dodging fireballs, ice shards, etc. It was actually a lot of fun. I came back to the fence and Loki asked me if I wanted to go to the chocolate shop. So we did and there were shelves and shelves of really cool-looking chocolates. The shelves themselves arched over the ceiling of the store (defying gravity, the chocolate stayed on them). At this point things just got more and more bizarre and I don’t remember too much beyond that point.

Firetruck Red Lips

So many dreams that I've gotten behind on. Most of which weren't that exciting or they were too nonsensical to write down at all. Most recently there was one featuring Fairuza Balk. It was a little bit sexy as my brain tends to automatically go that direction when I think of her in waking time but the night before that... I had a good'un.

1920.

I walked into a lounge. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sound of laughter mingling with the piano in the background. Ladies hung on the arms of suave-looking gents, folks sat on the sofas and recited poetry to each other, some knocked back drinks at the bar and in the middle of the floor there was some dancing going on. I felt like I was meeting someone there so I kept scanning the crowd, feeling a bit lost and overwhelmed at first but then I saw her.

She was leaning against the bar, sipping a drink, her hungry gaze falling on me as I approached. She delicately set her drink down and curled her fingers in the front of my shirt,
"I've been waiting for you, boy. What took ya?"

I felt as if I had never been so flustered in my life, "Er-- sorry."

"'Sorry' doesn't cut it." And suddenly she was leading me through a heavy beaded curtain. In the next room there was a huge pile of pillows backed up the wall. It was an avalanche of pillows. The lighting was low and as she fell back on the cushions she pulled me with her.

... Yeh...

Nice dream is nice.

Andre the Giant?

Sept 3

Dreamt that Andre the Giant was hitting on me. We were at some sort of nightclub/tavern/bar/circus thing and he smiled down at me,

"Hey there, pretty lady."

I gulped and said, "...you're very tall."
o_o;

... not sure if want?

Sometimes I'm not sure what to make of the sexytimes my brain offers me... ehh. I don't even... yeh.

The Stable Boy and the Faerie Prince

Sept 2nd

If you're familiar with older faerie lore myths you know of the darker twisted side of the Tuatha De Danann and their baby-snatching, trickery, even bloodthirsty and sometimes human flesh hungry tendencies. Certainly not the lovely glossy image Disney fairytales have painted over the last 50 or so years...

They could be cruel and were often strictly hierarchical with titles and power playing heavily into their ways... hence the reason firstborns were favored for baby-snatching. They were also cruel to their own sometimes, waging war against other fae races and houses or royal families.

That said,

I was a Faerie Prince and unfortunately I was in love with a human. My kin didn't approve much of our union so we ran away together. I went to the tavern where he worked as a stable boy and found him tending the horses. I had to be really sneaky because the last thing we wanted was for the more rowdy drunk patrons to find us--let alone me, a fae or "demon of the night"--conspiring.

The human I was so taken with was probably in his early twenties, wiry, and had shoulder-length brown hair that was tied back in a messy ponytail. Of course he was dirty from a hard day's work but it was his smell that I remember most vividly; horses and hay. I think his name was Daniel or something similar sounding.
(An aside: Growing up I spent at lot of time on a farm with horses and cows and that particular smell has always brought back fond memories. Most folks seem to find it repulsive but I love it.)

He was surprised to see me prowling around in the shadows and was very worried. He kept asking why I was here, if I was insane, and why him. I kept telling him that I had come to take him away because I was madly in love with him and no horde of faeries nor army of men could keep me from him. He called me an idiot so I promptly grinned, pulling him into my arms and kissing him fiercely.

We ran away into the dark. I felt like someone was following us and to my horror discovered we were being chased by some trooping faeries. I dragged him into an abandoned cabin (which, now that I think about it, looked a lot like my old house in Oregon) and bolted the door. It began to storm outside and we soon discovered the roof had leaks. I went around putting protective wards on the doors and windows to hide us from them.

When that was done, we sat in the middle of the floor where it was mostly dry and just held each other in the dark, afraid to move or make a sound. Off in the distance, we could hear the villagers shouting and we saw them coming over the hill carrying torches... coming to get us apparently... and on the other side, a bunch of faerie soldiers sent to capture me and presumably kill him.

Daniel turned to me suddenly and it was a very 'forth wall breaking' moment, "You should probably wake up now. It's about to get bloody."

It sank in that I was dreaming and then I was back in the waking world like that. *snaps* Poor Daniel though. I kinda felt bad about leaving him there.

My blood on your lips

I've been having an internal debate with myself all day as to whether I should post this or not. It's safe and sound in my journal but I guess I wanted to post this to show just how intensely dreams can affect someone physically as they're dreaming.

This is why sleep paralysis is such an intense experience. People have actually injured themselves (scratches, chipped teeth, other more severe things, even injured others near them) while in the grip of such terror. This is why I think learning to influence and alter such experiences is a wonderful idea and can potentially help people that suffer from this.

 

Usually the first step is to acknowledge that it is or it could be Sleep Paralysis and not a demon sitting on your chest or aliens sticking you with needles. I myself do not know whether I believe in this or not and I often fight with myself over whether or not I believe in supernatural things but once people know that there is something scientific that may explain what they are experiencing, it becomes less terrifying. At least that's how it was for me. Now, I'm slowly learning how to influence it.

Anywho, on to the dream!

 

I was dancing in some sort of dark club. The people around me were all very interesting looking. Some had antlers, others wings, some I can't even describe. It was a rather surreal experience even for a dream. Time felt messed up. I remember the floor was glass or see-through and I could see clouds swirling under us. I was almost afraid I might fall through but I kept dancing any way. A beautiful person sidled up to me and we were dancing close... very close. It was lovely. I felt all flirty and soon someone else joined us and I was lucky enough to be in the middle of these two alien ethereal people.

 

It was like a nightclub circus... there were people swinging from the rafters on vine-covered swings and everyone was dressed in either really flowy things or tight sparkly things. Faces were twisted and distorted with make-up. There was so much going on. It was sensory overload for me. In the center of the ring was a pillow-pit (kind of like what you would find at a gymnasium only filled with pillows instead of foam) in which people and creatures were engaging in... some rather fun looking things... to which I leave to your imagination.

 

I felt like I was looking for someone or that I was late or that I was going to be in trouble but I just couldn't tear myself away from the beautiful people dancing against me. It was hard to get a grip on them. Like with many of my sexy dreams it's like trying to hold onto smoke. I grew frustrated and then suddenly someone caught my wrist and dragged me from the crowd. He was tall and had long dark brown hair but, being a dream person, his face was a conglomerate of faces which I don't really remember. He wore a long dark red trench coat. There was a sense of familiarity and want but also worry because he seemed angry with me. I felt like I was in trouble.

 

He easily captured both of my wrists and pinned me to one of the stone pillars off in a dark corner,

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

I tried to pull away weakly but he held on tightly.

I laughed nervously and replied, "Dancing?"

His laugh was darker and his grin was much wider, "I can see that." His grip only tightend when I tried to break away and a strategically placed leg found it's way between mine only adding to my growing frustration.

"... sorry?"

 

He smirked at my half-hearted apology, "Are you?"

The dream began to fade. Some other things happened which I forget. Things generally tend to get more nonsensical as I drift into consciousness. This is where things got interesting.

I was in my bed, it was still pretty dark but I knew it was my room and I could see my vanity-mirror and dresser with the faint light of the bathroom. I grew aware of something in my room and began to panic. A tall silhouette stood at the foot of my bed watching me. I tried reaching for my knife but in an instant he was on top of me pinning my wrists down.

There was fear but there was also residual frustration which I blame for what happened next. Usually when I don't know that I'm still dreaming the sleep paralysis turns the experience very dark and negative but this time it was different... mostly. The figure became more visible and took on a definite shape; long dark brownish almost black hair and a long dark red trench coat. As I was in a wakeful state yet still dreaming (and might I add, I didn't know I was still dreaming) the sensations were much more vivid and intense than they seem to be in my dreams.

No matter what I did I couldn't move. It was hard to breathe and then he bit me. I tried so hard to move but it was like my limbs were made of lead and it was a struggle just to breath. Even my lips were sealed shut like an envelope. I could feel his teeth digging into my flesh and yes, it did hurt but it also made my toes curl. I'd say we were half and half with fear and want here. He pulled back grinning and revealing blood-stained teeth before craning his neck to kiss me. I tasted blood. I think it was the intensity of the actually tasting blood that brought me all the way back to reality.

I sort of convulsed on the bed (like when you're just falling asleep but then you feel like you're actually falling and you jerk back awake? Yeah...)... lay there panting for a moment, still tasting blood only I realized it had been my own. I had bitten the side of my tongue. Pretty hard too. Still hurts.

Produce Aisle Rock Star

I had one about my friend Jesse where I was back stage at a concert only the "back stage" area happend to be the produce aisle of this old grocery store I used to go to when I was a kid and Jesse was a rock star. It was... odd but interesting. We ended up diving into one of the fresh corn displays... you know, those huge boxes? Always wanted to do that in real life. I know there was a lot more to the dream but for the life of me I can't remember it.

What am I forgetting?

Yes I've been having a new dream everynight but they've been pretty hard to remember and with the power being out I hadn't really bothered to upload my scrawlings. They've been mostly non-sensical. I feel that there is a lot more that my waking mind just can't put together properly so it forgets things.
I'm pretty sure I only remember like maybe 10% of what I actually dream and I know that the average person has at least several dreams a night, most of which they probably don't remember.

It really is like a whole other universe. The more superstitous part of my mind wonders if it actually is. I don't doubt it seeing as there's always this big gap of non-remembering things.

There were a few dreams that sort of made sense... as much as dreams can anyway.

Your dress, like bruised rose petals

So, this was a dream from yesterday. Haven't had a dream since but I'm about to. We'll see.
I was in some sort of conference and it was boring as hell. I wanted out. Then I saw this lady near the side of the room (it was a large gymnasium type of room only with better chairs) and she beckoned to me. I felt like I knew her so I followed her, left my chair dispite the disapproving look from all the old men sitting around me, and followed her. I -knew- her but I didn't know how.

I said, "Thank you for rescuing me."

She chuckled once we were outside the doors, "I'm always saving you."

I held her close and whispered, "I think I love you."

She chuckled again, "You think or you know?"

I laughed, "I know." We ended up in a sort of garden but it was inside of this glorious cave but there was a hole in the cieling through which light poured into the room. It was so moist--almost tropical-feeling and there were plants and flowers everywhere within this cave and they seemed to be glowing.
She kissed me slowly and deeply and I had this overwhelming sense of familiarity.
"Who are you? I know you?

She laughed and kissed my neck, "Do you? Who am I then?"

It started raining. There were water droplets pouring through the hole in the cieling. She stood there, twisting and dancing slowly in the rain as I sat back and watched, totallly enthralled. I knew her but I didn't know how.

Her long dark hair clung to her body as she danced, in inky dark lines and her dress clung to her body like crushed rose petals.. it was so red. I could see her nipples perk up through the thin silky fabric. The rain felt cold but oh so good against my skin. She was so so so lovely. I just kept watching her dance. The name finally came to me and I remembered I was dreaming,
"Evaly."

She stopped and threw herself at me. She was soaking wet and I could actually feel it. It was so vivid. I could ---feeel--- it. She looked like Fairuza Balk only her hair was longer and her face was somewhat longer. I blame this partly on crushing on said actress lately.

"Perhaps." She ground herself against me and I may or may not have moaned... and it may or may not have devolved into sexy times...

but the dream soon faded and I woke up covered in sweat and I er may or may not have taken a nice long cold shower. >_>

So tired...

After a day of feeling like the world was out to get me I dreamt about the dream world out to get me. I hate when I go to sleep and end up even more tired than when I went to sleep. It's frustrating... and these last couple days with the nightmares have made me uneasy about such things.

C'mon, man. I've been hankering for a sexy dream and instead I've been hassled by a demon and chased by wolves. YES. WOLVES.

I was running through our field at my house and there was a pack of wolves chasing me. Earlier in the dream I had been arguing with my mother about transgender things... wait was that... nah, it was both in the dream and in reality---the arguing---the wolves, however, were only in my dreams (thankfully). I climbed a tree in the middle of the field. It was an old dead oak tree and the wolves were trying yet failing to climb it. They kept snapping at my heels.

I tested reality and realized I was dreaming when I pulled on my fingers and they stretched out like noodles. ( SEE?! It does work! Pulling on fingers and testing reality: they stretch means you're dreaming, and when they don't means you're awake and you're weird... :P ) Then I tried flying and managed to escape the wolf pack. I flew to an apartment complex where Spencer (he was a douchebag) used to live only in the dream I lived there now and apparently with my mom... things were confusing... and she was angry at me for being transgender (this part of my dream I'm blaming on real life disagreements and arguments which have since been resolved... hopefully...  but still hurt). We screamed at each other for a long time but no matter what I said she wouldn't listen to me and the argument seemed to go on forever. I kept thinking, "Why can't she understand?! What can I say differently?!" It drove me nuts.

I woke up feeling ten times more frustrated and tired than I had been when I went to sleep.

Catching up on some past dreams

So, I’ve been getting behind on dreams but really there isn’t much to report other than the nightmare I had last night titled ‘The demon down the street’ so I’ll just jot down an overview and some details from my last few dreams:

Aug 20^th

Was telling someone inside of my dream about lucid dreaming and then was like… huh, *stretched my fingers out* I’m dreaming. They smirked at me and asked, “So, what’ll it be? Superman, fireballs, or orgy?”

I thought it over and said, “Superman… then orgy.”

So we flew around an old barn like superman and then had an orgy. The orgy didn’t last as long as I would’ve liked before I woke up but eh… t’was fun. My tricksy brain trying to trick me. Won’t work as long as I’ve got my fingers to pull on!

Aug 19^th

Dreamt that I was dreaming and I woke up but then realized I was still dreaming because the column in the middle of my room was a fruit-tree. I’ve been questioning reality a lot lately. I make a habit of pulling on my fingers… people may look at me funny but when my dreams start blurring the lines like that it’s good to know whether or not I can defy gravity without dying.

Aug 18^th

Had an episode of sleep paralysis but I wasn’t initially aware that I was dreaming. It was a rather intimate thing and involved someone from my waking life—wasn’t scary, just frustrating as hell—so I took it down because I got shy.

The demon down the street

**** I suppose I should warn y'all when there's gore... there's gore and just general nastiness. My nightmares are usually pretty gory. You've been warned.****

So, this morning first thing I pulled on my fingers just to make sure I wasn't dreaming any longer because I reeeeaaally wanted to be awake after the dream I had last night. As someone who's had some pretty gory nightmares and has had nightmares for a long long time... this one was pretty freakin' creepy and yet it wasn't even as gory as most of my nightmares tend to be. It was the general creepiness of it and the feeling of helplessness that really got to me.

I lived in a nice 'McMansion' house somewhere in suburbia and apparently I was part of a large-ish wealthy family. The interior was nice and my family members were mostly snobbish but otherwise things seemed to be okay. Then I began noticing that something wasn't right; things would be moved where they weren't supposed to be.

Pieces of furniture would be misplaced or upside down or knocked over. I would walk by a mirror and see a shadowy figure but when I looked for it, there would be nothing there. There was this growing sense of dread and no one else seemed to notice so I just didn't say anything. The oldest son (I think he was my cousin or nephew in the dream) started acting strangely--the cat went missing and I found it all mangled in the bathroom-- but no one seemed to think it was him even though his reaction to the dead cat was almost like glee when everyone  else was reasonably upset.

His eyes would completely dilate every now and then and sometimes his features would shift from a look of fear to a look of sadistic glee almost to the point where his features would twist in an in-human way---they would stretch and distort but whenever anyone else looked he was normal. He caught me looking at him and locked eyes with me as they grew dark. He knew that I knew... the fucker was possessed.

I ran out to my car (apparently I was something of a Hunter--from SPN--and had a lot of mojo stuff in my trunk) and grabbed some things: crucifix, book of incantations, and a gallon jug of holy water. I went back inside just in time to watch him crush a wine glass in his hand and chuck the shards at his sister's face so hard that fragments stuck. The rest of the family obviously noticed this and were freaking out... how exactly is one supposed to react to that? Some lady fainted, the girl shrieked because one shard got her eye, the girl's mother said hysterically, "She's going to cry--don't let her cry! I get nervous when she cries.", and the others mostly just tried to get as far away from the possessed boy as they could.

He turned his gaze on me and hissed, "You're next."

Of course I felt a pang of fear but I was also sort of pissed off. He started towards me slowly, telling me under his breath of all the awful things he had planned for me but I extended my hand and shouted, "Osuwari!" (Yes, like from Inuyasha.) and it stopped him in his tracks but he resisted me and stayed standing. I began reciting the Lord's Prayer in Latin, trying to exorcise him. He hissed at me and it seemed to be working but then he just started laughing like I was just saying the funniest damn thing in the world and pretended to catch his breath, "Whew... I-I'm sorry... were you trying to exorcise me?"

In a split second his was across the room and had a hand on my throat pinning me to the wall. He said in a whisper close to my face as the others fled screaming like idiots, "I quite like it here... I think I'll stay." Again he began telling me of all the horrible things he wanted to do with me and... I'll leave those up to your imagination. This all just reminded me how much I hate feeling helpless. :\  He called me some unsavory things but what got to me the most was "filthy bitch" at this I snapped and roared, "MY NAME IS GABRIEL!!!" shoved my palm against his forehead and tried as hard as I could to exorcise him. Black smoke billowed out of his mouth, eyes, and ears and he dropped me. I hadn't killed him--only forced him out of the young man who was very confused at this point.

"We need to go somewhere safe. Come with me." I grabbed his hand and dragged him with me from the house to my truck and we drove away heading for a safehouse I knew about.

This is where I woke up and muttered to myself, "... I think I watch too much Supernatural... and what the hell was in that taco?!"

Brothers in Arms

This was a sort of medievally dream. I was a knight, part of a small band of knights that were the King's closest circle. Our job was specifically to protect the royal family and since it was wartime, we had our work cut out for us. I'm guessing this particular dream was set sometime in the 11th century (think William Wallace) as it was very rough and barbaric-looking even for a castle.

I was guarding the princess's quarters with my fellow knight, Ferguson. He was slightly shorter than I was, had the most intense blue eyes, and was the epitome of a Scott's man with his long fiery red hair (it was in dreadlocks though, kinda reminded me of a beefier Newton Faulkner) and fuzzy beard. For a fuzzy ginger Scottish man he was quite handsome though. Somehow I felt like I had known him for a long time and that we were very close.

We knew that the rival clan was coming to attack the castle, it was only a matter of time, and we knew that they were much stronger than our small army and had better technology. They had trebuchets (giant slings which were designed to knock down walls and castles), we also knew they had a number of crossbows... something which we did not. It was going to be a long night and there was this feeling of impending doom.

We looked out the window as the king's children huddled on their fur-covered bed in fear. In the distance we could see the enemy torches lining the horizon. It looked like there were hundreds of them. Ferguson looked at me and smiled sadly then pulled something out from under the plaid (it's a piece of fabric they wore over their shoulder and the pattern was specific to their clan/family, in marriage it was given as something similar to a ring... that pattern of plaid) slung over his shoulder. It was a bracelet woven out of blond and red hair (a Celtic binding spell of love where you'd braid your hair and your lover's hair into a bracelet). He took my hand and slipped it on, saying as he looked deep into my eyes,

"Now we're bound together, even in death."

I chuckled and punched him in the shoulder, "We're not going to die, you sentimental old fool!"

Ferguson laughed but grabbed my arm and wrestled me into a kiss. At first I was surprised but then I realized what our relationship was--this surprise and third person distance from the dream made me realize I was dreaming and I woke up inside the dream.

I grabbed his shoulder, "No, I'm dreaming... we're not going to die. I got this..." I headed for the door and he called after me,
"What're you goin' to do?"

I smirked, "I'm gonna fireball the bastards. Just watch."

Out in the courtyard I could see the heavy wooden gate trembling as they hit it with a battering ram. A volley of arrows flew over the wall. I shouted for everyone to find cover, then blew air from my lips (Big Bad Wolf style), forcing the majority of the arrows to fall away to the side even if some made it, catching things on fire. People started screaming. I focused on creating a ball of fire in my hands but found it increasingly hard. The gate finally gave in and enemy warriors rushed in. I chucked the ball of fire at them but it sort of fizzled out. I tried making another but couldn't.

"Oh shit." So, Plan B, I drew my sword and tried taking a few of them out but there were too many of them. I looked through the gate and it literally looked like a sea of warriors pouring in through the tiny gate. Sort of like that scene from Lord of the Rings, they were endless.

There was so much noise; screams, explosions, clanking-- I forgot I was dreaming and just got lost in the dream again. Where before I knew I was dreaming so I didn't feel fear but now that I had forgotten I didn't know that I wasn't going to die. It was all very real again, very vivid. The noise, the smells, the feeling. I remember how heavy everything felt. It was tiring to move and my sword was very heavy. It took a lot of energy to swing it.

Ferguson appeared out of nowhere and helped me fight with his shoulder close to mine.
"Just can't stay out of trouble can yeh?"

"I thought I had them!"

"Next time follow your orders."

I remembered the children and that we were supposed to be guarding them. "The princess?!"

"Safe! Concentrate. Create the fire again! Use your magic!" There was a large group of warriors clad in heavy armor approaching us. They looked like a medieval version of Robocops and they had high-tech looking crossbows. It was a rather scary sight; these mean-looking soldiers slowly marching towards us with their weapons leveled at us, the dark sky behind them, and the ruddy glow of buildings on fire glinting off of their shiny armor. I started freaking out but Ferguson stood behind me, steadied my arms, and repeated close to my ear,
"Concentrate."

My arms erupted in fire and I willed a column of fire at the enemy. They screamed and writhed as they were cooked in their own armor. That felt pretty freaking badass. I whipped the column of fire at another group of enemy soldier and worked my way back to the gate, rolling my arms back and forth as they ran from me. My fire died out and I couldn't summon it again. I was so tired and my arms felt so heavy. I felt my knees buckle but Ferguson's arms were around me, slinging me over his shoulder as he ran. We were running running running... We came to some woods but we could see the lights of the keep on fire from where we were. He set me down against a tree. I felt awful,

"I failed. I couldn't drive them back. We've lost the Keep... what of the children?"

"Hidden on a wagon on it's way to Salsbury (or some other 'bury' it wasn't important). An emissary from the baron of Warwick with meet them there."

"The king and queen?"

"The king died honorably on the battlefield and the queen ended her own life."

There was a long pause between the two of us for a moment then I asked,

"... and what of us?"

Ferguson smiled kindly, "We are going to ride to the nearest tavern, get a warm meal in us, make passionate love, and then plot our revenge." We both grinned and held on to each other fiercely. I was literally shaking in his arms but I tried to remain stable, strong as I spoke,

"I like this plan." It was one of those bittersweet but awesome moments. It was so vivid. I love how vivid it was. I could feel his shoulder as I buried my face into it. I could smell leather and sweat and smoke. I felt his dreadlocks brush my face. I could feel the muscles shift under his hard leather armor. I could feel his lips press against the crook of my neck.

We made it to said tavern and did just that... (--that-- was very vivid as well...) then the dream devolved into something about D&D and a quest where we were going to talk to a wizard who could help us and I ended up waking up.

HUGE ASS PIG

**** GORE ****

I was at a fancy dinner party to celebrate the make and model of a new car apparently because there was a car in the middle of the room surrounded by fancy tables and even fancier people. It was a very fancy shindig. I felt sort of out of place like someone had dragged me to this event and I was less than happy to be wearing an itchy suit. Anywho, the lights suddenly went down and an ominous voice boomed on the intercom,

"All the exits have been locked. There is no escape. The survivors must progress through each room. At the end you will know why you're here."

It clicked off. People looked around confusedly then machine guns popped out of slots from the walls and mowed down a few people. I ducked under a table with my date, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. The gunfire stopped as did the screams. Anyone dumb enough to have not ducked under a table was dead and the ones that survived were too shocked to make much noise. The voice continued.

"Progress to the next room. You have 15 minutes before a deadly gas is released in this room. I suggest you play the game."

People started crawling out from under the tables, sobbing, huddling together and generally looking like frightened rabbits... not that I can judge, my fancy white suit was spattered with blood (wow, I have such cheerful dreams...). I was the first one to stand up and try all the doors. They were indeed locked and there were no windows. The door to the next room was under a spotlight which was the only light in the room besides the tea candles on the tables. People started gathering behind me.

I realized some of my friends were with me; Jesse, Ness, Tom, Shamus, Peter, Lalita (who by the way was wearing a lovely dress which would've been even lovelier had it not been soaked in blood), and this dude Steven from high school that was kind of a jackass. He was the one that said, "Go on, open it!" so I gingerly opened the door and peered through. I saw this huge, and I mean huge boar-like pig that was covered in maggots charging towards us so I slammed it shut just in time to hear the creature attempting to break the door down.

"There's a huge fucking pig on the other side!" And the maggots thing kinda freaked me out as well... undead monster pig... ugh.

Steven, ever the charmer, said, "So? It's just a pig. Lemme see!" He pushed past me and cracked the door to look. We almost lost control of the door and had fun trying to shut it again but the 8 of us managed... eventually. The door was beginning to splinter.

"Holy shit! That's a huge ass pig! What now? We have ten minutes left!"

Peter asked, "Do we have any weapons?"

Lalita said, "... salad forks." with a look of utter disdain. XD

I got an idea, "CAR. Someone get in the car and hit the pig with the car when it breaks down the door!"

As it turns out, there with no keys... the pig's snout was poking through the door a bit in a very 'Heeere's Johnny' way. I shouted at Steven, "Make yourself useful and hot wire the damn thing!"
He did and got behind the wheel just as the monster broke through and we were sent flying from the impact. The car was sort of a cross between a hummer and a truck so when it and the pig collided  the pig slowed down a bit but left a huge pig-shaped dent in the front. He backed up and hit it again, finally knocking it over though it was only a matter of time before it got back up again.

Tom headed for the hallway calling out in a very Bobby-way, "C'mon, ya idgits." The other people stayed behind but as we were further down the hall they started following us slowly.

We entered another room which seemed empty. We all paused at the door. Steven started running across it to get to the door, I sensed something wasn't right... I ran after him to save his sorry ass when I realized there were several trip wires set up. He set one off but I managed to push him out of the way as a spear was launched from the side of the room... unfortunately it speared me in the process and pinned me to the wall through my stomach.

I gave my, 'Alas, go on without me' speach, my friends were reluctant to leave me but there was nothing they could do. Peter wanted to pull it out but Ness explained that it would only kill me faster and I only had 15 minutes before poison gas was released in this room as well so they all just stayed with me until I slipped away.

I woke up. I love you all. *wipes tear* ... except Steven because you're a douche for getting me killed.

...Teen Titans?

So in this one I was Beast Boy from the cartoon Teen Titans and I kept trying to hit on Robin but he would have none of it. I remember saying out loud,
"Damn, those green tights look fiiiiine on you, Robin."

Apparently not all dreams have a deeper meaning...

My Other Mother

Had an interesting dream the other day... and I promise not to start every post like this.

I was sleeping on the couch and I thought I had woken up because mom came through the door with her typical, "Hey, how'd it go." There was something off about her though and I didn't realize it at first but when she sat down on the couch next to me I couldn't really distinguish her face. It was this sense of wrongness that tipped me off and I started lucid dreaming.

I said, "You're not my mum."

And my other-mother laughed almost childishly and said, "You're right! I'm not!"

I woke up again, thought I was really awake this time. I actually remembered the previous dream and was glad to be out of it because I could sense it turning into a nightmare. Mom came home, put her bag down, said, "Hey, how'd it go?" and sat down on the couch but I could see her face this time and her eyes weren't right. They kept shifting and changing shape like sacks of murky fluid bulging from her sockets. This was obviously more alarming even though I now knew I was dreaming.

I called my dream mom on it, "Nope. I'm still dreaming and you're not real."

"Yes I am. I'm your mom." She was less than convincing.

So... this happened about 3 or 4 more times, each time there would either be something wrong with my mother or with the room itself. I believe there was a gnarly tree growing out of the TV at one point.

I got up and walked around the house with this growing feeling of dread. I even called out for my Dream Guardian, Epsilon/Evaly (it depends on what gender they decide to appear as),
 but nothing changed. The house was dark and things weren't where they should've been and there were vaguely human-shaped shadows walking around. I was more upset that there were uninvited people in my house than I was afraid of them.

Finally I had had enough and I began chanting, "Mommy wears a red dress, mommy wears a red dress." Dream Mom seemed distressed by this and kept asking me to stop but what I was trying to do was alter my reality in the hopes of breaking the cycle. Finally I succeeded and her summer dress turned red.

I said with as much strength as I could muster, "I want to wake up now." and threw my hands out in front of me in your typical HADOUKEN gesture and like she was being yanked back by a bungee cord, my other mother was pulled through the house away from me.

I woke up, Mom walked through the door and said, "... Shit. The cats peed again!"
Yup. I'm awake now... I think... *pulls on fingers, they don't stretch*. Yup.