Dreams... Strange Dreams...
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Okay so I go to sleep last night like usual. And I dream I'm talking to someone I meet in the mall. He seems nice but I don't like talking to him. I don't quite know why... He introduces himself as "Stan" Shahal, saying "Stan" is a nick name. I don't figure out what the significance of Shahal is right away.
Anyway, he's talking to me, and I say that I have to go, someone's waiting on me. I start to walk away and he follows me. Still talking although now mentioning embarassing or emotionally tender subjects from my life. I turn and tell him to stop talking and begin moving again, only quicker this time.
He still follows me. Getting into more intimate detail and pushing more emotional pain unto me. I scream for him to stop. He won't. I try to run but it's like he's matching me pace for pace. I stop running and I'm crying, and I'm on my knees beggin him to stop. Hearing my own thoughts and feelings being used against me.
Then I realize what his name is. Yeah, while I'm on my knees bawling like a chile, unable to take the pain any longer, I finally realize his name, "Stan" Shahal. In some circles people will jokingly use "Stan" as an abreviation of Satan. Shahal literally means "Of The North Star", His name was literally Satan Of The North Star. I realize he's getting close. So I turn to face him, yeah I know, brilliant.
He's laughing but he still looks like he did when the dream began. I shout for him to stop. And he just laughs at me. I get angry at this. And I lash out. They say in dreams if you realize it's a dream you can change it, I believe that works, as I should never have been able to do half of what I did in real life, and all I wanted to do was get him to stop.
I think I've done it when "Stan" shoves me and points at me, laughing, telling me I can't run from myself. I feel someone touch me while I lay on the ground, and I hear someone's voice, "Tell him you're not interested in his lies..." I'm crying and hurt and I finally shout it at this person. And I hear them get mad, and then I wake up.
I don't know about other people, but when I wake up from a dream I don't spend a lot of time in the "Dream Time" phenomenon some people talk about. I felt scared and lonely, and I look over beside me and for a moment I could have sworn I saw Doug sitting on the edge of my bed smiling at me. Like he does when I'm scared for any reason. And I blink and it's gone. But Doug's in Morehead. That's an hour away from me right now, and I don't have any idea why I had that dream at all.
Okay so there was my wacky dream and my wacky morning. Strange huh?
Okay so I go to sleep last night like usual. And I dream I'm talking to someone I meet in the mall. He seems nice but I don't like talking to him. I don't quite know why... He introduces himself as "Stan" Shahal, saying "Stan" is a nick name. I don't figure out what the significance of Shahal is right away.
Anyway, he's talking to me, and I say that I have to go, someone's waiting on me. I start to walk away and he follows me. Still talking although now mentioning embarassing or emotionally tender subjects from my life. I turn and tell him to stop talking and begin moving again, only quicker this time.
He still follows me. Getting into more intimate detail and pushing more emotional pain unto me. I scream for him to stop. He won't. I try to run but it's like he's matching me pace for pace. I stop running and I'm crying, and I'm on my knees beggin him to stop. Hearing my own thoughts and feelings being used against me.
Then I realize what his name is. Yeah, while I'm on my knees bawling like a chile, unable to take the pain any longer, I finally realize his name, "Stan" Shahal. In some circles people will jokingly use "Stan" as an abreviation of Satan. Shahal literally means "Of The North Star", His name was literally Satan Of The North Star. I realize he's getting close. So I turn to face him, yeah I know, brilliant.
He's laughing but he still looks like he did when the dream began. I shout for him to stop. And he just laughs at me. I get angry at this. And I lash out. They say in dreams if you realize it's a dream you can change it, I believe that works, as I should never have been able to do half of what I did in real life, and all I wanted to do was get him to stop.
I think I've done it when "Stan" shoves me and points at me, laughing, telling me I can't run from myself. I feel someone touch me while I lay on the ground, and I hear someone's voice, "Tell him you're not interested in his lies..." I'm crying and hurt and I finally shout it at this person. And I hear them get mad, and then I wake up.
I don't know about other people, but when I wake up from a dream I don't spend a lot of time in the "Dream Time" phenomenon some people talk about. I felt scared and lonely, and I look over beside me and for a moment I could have sworn I saw Doug sitting on the edge of my bed smiling at me. Like he does when I'm scared for any reason. And I blink and it's gone. But Doug's in Morehead. That's an hour away from me right now, and I don't have any idea why I had that dream at all.
Okay so there was my wacky dream and my wacky morning. Strange huh?