Linkzelda's Dream Journal

18.11.2014

Sidling My Way Through a Demon Girl (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m trying to hide away from a girl that looks a lot like the one from the F.E.A.R. game series, albeit with more mannequin-esque features to her visage, and overall body composition.

She’s wearing what could just be a long red dress, or maybe a red shirt with blue jeans, but whatever the case may be, she’s scary as hell. Her eyes are nonexistent, and there’s nothing but a black void for the holes of where her eyes should be. She has some kind of weird formation on her mouth, almost as if it was forced, carved, or sculpted on her, and it’s the only expression she can portray other than her eyebrow and other facial movements.

I’m sidling against a wall, and I’m looking at myself in a third person point of view. A few inches from me is a red door that has a composition of an old-school telephone booth; the kind you would see from the show Dr. Who (TARDIS), but it’s just the style of it that’s imposed onto the door. She’s right behind this door, and I have a feeling she knows I’m very close to her.

Her eyes are gradually glowing white, and I hear her slightly demonic voice intertwined with an innocent and girl voice informing me that she found me. I forget what I do next, but I do know that I’m literally bracing on the door she’s behind.