Freaky Dreams
What the hell did I do yesterday so that I had the creepiest nightmares last night? No, I didn't eat anything weird before bed. No, I didn't watch any scary movies either. I even went to bed early! (well early for me anyways)
Dream #1: Full of all kinds of very cool, realistic feeling dream type stuff. It was Fallout-future-ish and yet kind of fantasy/adventure-ish too. These things are not The Problem. Cue the drama of the story - a Heaven/Hell conflict of some kind. Overall not The Problem, just the background set up.
Cue me entering the conflict to help sort the incoming refugees. I spout a bunch of nonsense bastard Latin (my brain is awesome) to identify demon possessed civilians, whose eyes turn black as they talk smack (my brain totally stole that from Supernatural), and the fight is on. My true mage badassness shines in the total asskicking that ensues; I awesomely rip the evil demon s.o.b. out of the poor shmuck dumb enough to get taken over by it. Apparently, I am this awesome regularly as no one gawks in awe or even stops their own jobs to say "hey". This is not The Problem, in fact this whole part is up there as one of the best dream sequences evah!
Regular refugee welcoming re-ensues. Cue the perfectly normal looking goth teenagers wearing crosses who want to enter the safe zone, they give me the creeps and I am Suspicious (after all what self-respecting goth wears a cross?), but they pass the Latin "christo" test, so in they come. Cue short freaky one stumbling as she passes me by. Cue my stupidity as I automatically reach out and help her, skin-to-skin contact occurs. This is the instigation of The Problem.
Remember the movie The Mummy? Ok, now recall the scene where the greedy, little, rude, minority race man inside the tomb pops a scarab beetle "jewel" off the wall? Do you also recall how we all came to learn that greed is a very. very. very. bad. thing? Yeah, that little "jewel" came to life and crawled right under his skin, where it was soon joined by some buds so they could all dine a-la-cart on his insides. Yeah, I had no clue of how this freakishness would soon impact my own head-space.
So, my turn as guard is over and I head off down the convenient dark alley (why is it that even in my dreams the bad things happen in back alleys?) towards it-doesn't-matter-where-as-I-never-make-it and I feel something funny on my side. This is The Problem. I brush it away, only it comes back and more bothersome, so I lift my shirt and take a look. My normal thinking conscious mind expects to see a stray thread or maybe if it's bad a bug, or if it's really bad a spider, crawling on me. A spider would be enough to freak me in real awake life, so that would make for a bad dream.
I see nothing - at first. Then a bump under my skin moves, I think "no the fuck way" and reach out to touch it (thinking what? that it will disappear? *snort* stupid me). It moves, then is joined by a few moving pals. I begin to panic and freak out and grab them pinching my skin as best I can to keep them from going deeper. And as I realize that I am alone and barely able to hold these few under-skin bugs, I feel more moving on other parts of my body.
Woke up holding my side and freaking the hell out. Creepiest fucking dream I've ever had I think. Hope to never repeat it again. Which is a little sad, cause up to the end it was one of the best, most realistic dreams ever.
Dream #2: About 4 hours after the last dream, the sandman finally wins and I am sleeping again. Bad idea! A new dream cometh - oh joy!
This one had a very RPG Adventure tone with a touch of Vampire overtures (I was so smoking hott in dream leather armor that I am curious what real life me would look like in some). I was leading (against my will, evil absent bosses) a small group of easily liked twits through a crypt dungeon. After some typical companions who never listen crap, I was soon trying to save my idjits from certain doom. No dice. We all die horribly, trapped in a room being skewered by hundreds of spears. Key another freaked out wake up call and body check. And a decision to get up early for the day, heh.
Oh! and about a week ago I dreamed that a great white shark was trying to eat me and my friends right out of our boat (which is why in real life I never go near the ocean even in a boat), in fact two people fell in and got attacked, and I woke up freaked out and absolutely refused to hang my feet over the edge of the bed where the shark could get them. True fact.
Needless to say, I am so tired right now I could fall asleep typing, but I am also kind of too scared to close my eyes. Who knows what scary thing my mind might come up with next? Though I shudder to think how it could top the scarabs.
Dream #1: Full of all kinds of very cool, realistic feeling dream type stuff. It was Fallout-future-ish and yet kind of fantasy/adventure-ish too. These things are not The Problem. Cue the drama of the story - a Heaven/Hell conflict of some kind. Overall not The Problem, just the background set up.
Cue me entering the conflict to help sort the incoming refugees. I spout a bunch of nonsense bastard Latin (my brain is awesome) to identify demon possessed civilians, whose eyes turn black as they talk smack (my brain totally stole that from Supernatural), and the fight is on. My true mage badassness shines in the total asskicking that ensues; I awesomely rip the evil demon s.o.b. out of the poor shmuck dumb enough to get taken over by it. Apparently, I am this awesome regularly as no one gawks in awe or even stops their own jobs to say "hey". This is not The Problem, in fact this whole part is up there as one of the best dream sequences evah!
Regular refugee welcoming re-ensues. Cue the perfectly normal looking goth teenagers wearing crosses who want to enter the safe zone, they give me the creeps and I am Suspicious (after all what self-respecting goth wears a cross?), but they pass the Latin "christo" test, so in they come. Cue short freaky one stumbling as she passes me by. Cue my stupidity as I automatically reach out and help her, skin-to-skin contact occurs. This is the instigation of The Problem.
Remember the movie The Mummy? Ok, now recall the scene where the greedy, little, rude, minority race man inside the tomb pops a scarab beetle "jewel" off the wall? Do you also recall how we all came to learn that greed is a very. very. very. bad. thing? Yeah, that little "jewel" came to life and crawled right under his skin, where it was soon joined by some buds so they could all dine a-la-cart on his insides. Yeah, I had no clue of how this freakishness would soon impact my own head-space.
So, my turn as guard is over and I head off down the convenient dark alley (why is it that even in my dreams the bad things happen in back alleys?) towards it-doesn't-matter-where-as-I-never-make-it and I feel something funny on my side. This is The Problem. I brush it away, only it comes back and more bothersome, so I lift my shirt and take a look. My normal thinking conscious mind expects to see a stray thread or maybe if it's bad a bug, or if it's really bad a spider, crawling on me. A spider would be enough to freak me in real awake life, so that would make for a bad dream.
I see nothing - at first. Then a bump under my skin moves, I think "no the fuck way" and reach out to touch it (thinking what? that it will disappear? *snort* stupid me). It moves, then is joined by a few moving pals. I begin to panic and freak out and grab them pinching my skin as best I can to keep them from going deeper. And as I realize that I am alone and barely able to hold these few under-skin bugs, I feel more moving on other parts of my body.
Woke up holding my side and freaking the hell out. Creepiest fucking dream I've ever had I think. Hope to never repeat it again. Which is a little sad, cause up to the end it was one of the best, most realistic dreams ever.
Dream #2: About 4 hours after the last dream, the sandman finally wins and I am sleeping again. Bad idea! A new dream cometh - oh joy!
This one had a very RPG Adventure tone with a touch of Vampire overtures (I was so smoking hott in dream leather armor that I am curious what real life me would look like in some). I was leading (against my will, evil absent bosses) a small group of easily liked twits through a crypt dungeon. After some typical companions who never listen crap, I was soon trying to save my idjits from certain doom. No dice. We all die horribly, trapped in a room being skewered by hundreds of spears. Key another freaked out wake up call and body check. And a decision to get up early for the day, heh.
Oh! and about a week ago I dreamed that a great white shark was trying to eat me and my friends right out of our boat (which is why in real life I never go near the ocean even in a boat), in fact two people fell in and got attacked, and I woke up freaked out and absolutely refused to hang my feet over the edge of the bed where the shark could get them. True fact.
Needless to say, I am so tired right now I could fall asleep typing, but I am also kind of too scared to close my eyes. Who knows what scary thing my mind might come up with next? Though I shudder to think how it could top the scarabs.