I knew I was dreaming. A demonic contagion was spreading throughout the world like an epidemic. Everyone infected by it became blind. I spent a few seconds groaning at the recycled tropes from the 80’s before realizing that despite my awareness, I actually had very little power here.
I only happened to be immune.
One of the infected tried to claw my eyes out. They were screaming that it was my fault this plague had descended upon the world. If only I had submitted to Ziegler and allowed him to take my sight, then the demon using him would have been placated. My refusal to be sacrificed has doomed the world.
This was no longer amusing. Continue reading “Dream Journal: 2017-08-27.01”
I find myself in a clearing in a very dense forest. It’s winter. Everything is snowed over and iced up. The only thing not a color of snow, is me. And now that the snow has started falling, that’s likely to change.
My first awareness is that I am kneeling on the ground, and it looks like I haven’t been here that long. I don’t know how I got here. There are no footprints around me. The cold wind blows through feather cloak and thin clothes. At once I start shivering uncontrollably. I need shelter. Continue reading “Cold Hospitality”
A beautiful warm day, with fluffy clouds lazily meandering across the brilliant azure sky. The sky held my attention for a while. I have never seen such a color in the heavens. No smog. No pollution. Only the triumvirate of sun, sky, and cloud.
“Have they skies such as these, Woman? You look up as if you had never seen the sky before. Are your lands so strangely different than those of Greece?” I looked to the speaker. A beautiful man, with shoulder length hair and a face full of plump contentment. I realize, while I understood the words he said, he spoke Greek to me. I knew at once, I was dreaming. Continue reading “The Hero & The Bow”
So hard, falling asleep. Perhaps it is from the past several weeks of too damn early mornings, and too damn late evenings. Even my nonsense dream count has faded. So trying to fall asleep, maybe I’m trying too hard. Because of the tensions in my house, I don’t feel safe. So I’m always on guard. Always keeping an ear out for sounds of trouble. As such, the normally very comfortable bed feels more to me like a pallet of concrete. The soft sheets feeling more like steel wool.
If only I had someone that would be alert for me. Someone at hand that I could give my trust to. Someone to watch over me. Continue reading “Has The Dreamer Awoken?”
The first time I saw her, was the summer of 2008. I was in the middle of a lucid dream, dealing with some (more) troubling issues when my shadow lifted off the floor and shuddered into existence. She wore my face and my body but at the time, she felt as different and as separate from me as my flesh and blood sister. She glanced at me then returned her attention to the darkness beyond my field of view.
“You know, if you’re going to be serious about this business of occult forces, you need to start learning how to shield and protect yourself.” She took a few steps past me, staring into the impenetrable darkness. Continue reading “Dream Denizen: The Bow Wielder”