The other shoe dropped over night. I would make a statement about how mild this series of fits are, but every time I do that, it goes to 11.
Bad enough I have extra cowbell who for the purposes of public journaling I will call “David”. David’s name as said to me can be represented by English letters. But right now I am many shades of Fuck You towards him, so he gets the Ellis Island treatment. I’ll call him what I damn well please.
A Regular in the house, and one that has been lurking for quite some time, David took it upon himself to babysit my ass last night. Which prevented me from getting into REM stage all night.
I’m a very cranky bitch when deprived of REM, regardless if I dream or not.
But that’s not why I’m biding my time, waiting patiently for my body to finish this series of physical fucktitude so David and I can have words on my terms. While I was laying in bed, just after a very exhausting fit, I noted a thing was holding on to me. I called it out and David introduced himself. Definitely a masculine feel. But my sight was limited so I could only see what parts of him were immediately near my body. David has tentacles. Meh. At the end of each tentacle is a single claw talon. That’s interesting. We chat a bit about how he is presenting. He has forgotten what he was or where he came from. He wandered into the house several years ago and stuck around.
Okay. This too is not a problem. The house is wide open and has accumulated the Regulars. Well, it seems David is a little fond of me. He doesn’t like to see me in pain or in physical distress. Aww. That’s nice of him. He noticed when I’m having fits, that REM stage puts my body through a great more deal of stress than I had known. He described how my body presents and it sounds like I’m having very severe lockups while dreaming. Not surprised. The dreams I have while fitting aren’t exactly a picnic, either.
So, David, out of concern, stops me from dreaming. Wait. What? “I can see where to touch inside your head to stop you from dreaming. It’s not far from the broken place that makes you shake uncontrollably. And I can touch that too. But I can’t stop the shaking, I can only start it.”
I’m not afraid or threatened by this. I’m pissed the fuck off. ~ahem~ “If you want to help me, [David], you’ll stop interrupting my cycles and let this shit play out. By interfering, you’re prolonging the series and making them increase in intensity. Lack of REM sleep is a trigger. Stopping me from dreaming will guarantee I’ll have more fits later. Also, you’ve crossed a line. The Regulars know not to have any physical interaction with the human residents here without permission. Including me. I suggest you leave the house, and do not return. Take advantage of my current lethargy and get the fuck out while you still have all your tentacles.”
His reply? “You’re still in a fit. We’ll talk later.” He reaches over and stabs a talon into the side of my head where the scar is. I lockup at once and blackout soon after. David just triggered a fit. Intentionally.
I wake up several hours later. David is not in the room, but I can feel him in the house. If that bastard thinks I’m bodybound, he is quite mistaken. I won’t have the uninterrupted block of time during the day that I want. But tonight, I will feast.
And after that, it’s time to sweep the house. I will not be played with.