Weirdness
I keep having really fucked-up dreams.
So since I went to a Renaissance Faire last weekend (was it last weekend? I think it was...) my dream was centered around a Ren Faire/ Indian festival sort of thing. Throughout the day, there was this little kid following me around and being a general nuisance. Every time I turned around, this kid was there. I wanted to kick him in the face so badly, but for some reason I didn't.
Oh, and my ridiculously old cat was following me around, too- and he had a girlfriend. What. If you've ever seen CATS live, picture Growltiger and Griddlebone- that's what these two looked like. She was all fluffy and prissy-lookin, and he looks like death warmed over with a side of fleas. They weren't really important to the dream, but it was weird. I think the creepy kid told them to go into this building thing that was all dilapidated and creepy, and I didn't see them again the rest of my dream.
Anywho. So it's late, and I'm about to leave, when I see this booth full of amazing shoes. Not like high heels and brand names- they were all different styles of period shoes, from the Renaissance all the way up to the 1800's. I'm pissed, cause I want to stay and see the shoes, and the place is closing, so I promise the guy I'll come back tomorrow. He looked like a priest. Really. Picture any tall, skinny priest from any movie, and you'll get this guy. He sorta looked like the farmer from Babe, too.
So the next day I go back, and I don't go to the shoe booth right away. I wander around, looking at things and talking to people. And suddenly the creepy kid from the day before is there. He tells me to go to the shoe booth, try on any pair of shoes, and guess the price. Yeah, it sounds idiotic now, but in my dream it was all ominous and creepy. So for some reason, I do it. I go to the shoe booth, and I find this *gorgeous* pair of boots- they're this lovely brocade fabric, and they're just the perfect shape.
So while the guy in the booth is preoccupied, cause I have the feeling he didn't want people trying them on randomly, I try on the pretty brocade boots. They fit like they were made for me. The guy turns around, sees the boot on my foot, and the look on his face made me want to crawl into a hole and die. I felt like the worst person on the face of the planet. But he came over, and we talked, and I was still wearing the one boot (maybe I couldn't take it off? I dunno). He told me he was being forced to work there or something, and if anyone tried on a shoe and it fit, the thing that had imprisoned him was going to take his soul. It sounds so idiotic now, but it was the most terrifying thing ever at the time.
So it's getting dark, and the faire around us is packing up, and Shoe Booth guy is getting really nervous, because the thing only comes out at night. I go to hug him, and I see this form kind of sprinting around the surrounding hillsides, and laughing. It's a man's form, but he has a fox's head fastened to his belt somehow. It's dead, but it looks like it's laughing. He has all these trinkets and beads hanging off his clothing, and I'm pretty sure he had a fox tail as well. And he won't stop laughing, and it's the fucking creepiest thing I have ever heard.
The dream ended with me holding onto Shoe Booth guy, screaming that I wouldn't let the thing take him away, and the thing laughing and coming closer and closer. Oh, and me realizing that the little kid who kept bothering me the day before was the same thing about to come and steal the guy's soul.
Honestly, I must smoke something in my sleep. Wtf. But as I was typing this, I realized the fox-dude was supposed to be the Trickster, and remembered that in Native American legends, the Trickster is a coyote. Yeah. Whoops.
So since I went to a Renaissance Faire last weekend (was it last weekend? I think it was...) my dream was centered around a Ren Faire/ Indian festival sort of thing. Throughout the day, there was this little kid following me around and being a general nuisance. Every time I turned around, this kid was there. I wanted to kick him in the face so badly, but for some reason I didn't.
Oh, and my ridiculously old cat was following me around, too- and he had a girlfriend. What. If you've ever seen CATS live, picture Growltiger and Griddlebone- that's what these two looked like. She was all fluffy and prissy-lookin, and he looks like death warmed over with a side of fleas. They weren't really important to the dream, but it was weird. I think the creepy kid told them to go into this building thing that was all dilapidated and creepy, and I didn't see them again the rest of my dream.
Anywho. So it's late, and I'm about to leave, when I see this booth full of amazing shoes. Not like high heels and brand names- they were all different styles of period shoes, from the Renaissance all the way up to the 1800's. I'm pissed, cause I want to stay and see the shoes, and the place is closing, so I promise the guy I'll come back tomorrow. He looked like a priest. Really. Picture any tall, skinny priest from any movie, and you'll get this guy. He sorta looked like the farmer from Babe, too.
So the next day I go back, and I don't go to the shoe booth right away. I wander around, looking at things and talking to people. And suddenly the creepy kid from the day before is there. He tells me to go to the shoe booth, try on any pair of shoes, and guess the price. Yeah, it sounds idiotic now, but in my dream it was all ominous and creepy. So for some reason, I do it. I go to the shoe booth, and I find this *gorgeous* pair of boots- they're this lovely brocade fabric, and they're just the perfect shape.
So while the guy in the booth is preoccupied, cause I have the feeling he didn't want people trying them on randomly, I try on the pretty brocade boots. They fit like they were made for me. The guy turns around, sees the boot on my foot, and the look on his face made me want to crawl into a hole and die. I felt like the worst person on the face of the planet. But he came over, and we talked, and I was still wearing the one boot (maybe I couldn't take it off? I dunno). He told me he was being forced to work there or something, and if anyone tried on a shoe and it fit, the thing that had imprisoned him was going to take his soul. It sounds so idiotic now, but it was the most terrifying thing ever at the time.
So it's getting dark, and the faire around us is packing up, and Shoe Booth guy is getting really nervous, because the thing only comes out at night. I go to hug him, and I see this form kind of sprinting around the surrounding hillsides, and laughing. It's a man's form, but he has a fox's head fastened to his belt somehow. It's dead, but it looks like it's laughing. He has all these trinkets and beads hanging off his clothing, and I'm pretty sure he had a fox tail as well. And he won't stop laughing, and it's the fucking creepiest thing I have ever heard.
The dream ended with me holding onto Shoe Booth guy, screaming that I wouldn't let the thing take him away, and the thing laughing and coming closer and closer. Oh, and me realizing that the little kid who kept bothering me the day before was the same thing about to come and steal the guy's soul.
Honestly, I must smoke something in my sleep. Wtf. But as I was typing this, I realized the fox-dude was supposed to be the Trickster, and remembered that in Native American legends, the Trickster is a coyote. Yeah. Whoops.