Amurehna

Constantine

Yep, I was rewatching one of the episodes before bed. This one was really confusing and full of symbolism I don't even remember now. Going into my bathroom in the duplex and hearing a song, and then singing it, and being able to see out onto the patio from the bathroom. The lights weren't working. Then I was pushing my desk chair back into my room from the hallway. When I opened the door, my hands were no longer on the back of the chair but on a man's shoulders. It was demon-Constantine. I was telling him about the music I'd heard and the lights not working. I'm trying not to be disturbed by his appearance, his skin is grey and his clothes are soaking wet. I know I need to move him, but I don't remember why.
"What were you singing?"
"It was just a song..." I reply.
"It wasn't just a tune, love. You know that."
The lights flash on and off, bright like lightning. He turns his head to look at me. "Are you going to finish it, then?"
"If I can."
"Good. At least one of us will be out of this mess."

Dreamviews Pub

After whatever the hell that last thing was, I sank deeper into sleep, thinking about the dream I'd just had and how I would type it up. I found myself in the Dreamviews Pub. The walls were paneled in rich dark wood, there were booths lining the walls, and round tables out in front of the bar where I stood. There was a young woman with curly blond hair to my immediate left. CanisLucidus walked up and ordered a drink. He may have ordered one for me too because suddenly there was a large glass full of alcohol in front of me. I tried to tell him about the dream I just had, but as he got his drink he went to stand on the other side of the girl. He apologized, saying he was doing some sort of survey and though he was listening, it would be a minute before I had his full attention. The girl seemed flattered that he was standing next to her and thought he was there to flirt.
Meanwhile, he randomly asked me questions that were on the survey, like "Are you more likely to exert yourself physically or spiritually at the end of a long day?" Meanwhile, the girl kept interrupting and became increasingly rude about us talking.
He asked me if I wanted to sit, and I'm awkward so I start to decline until he makes it clear he's getting a stool for himself too, then he retrieved two chrome bar stools from somewhere. He sat down and pushed one over toward me, before I even had my hands on the damn thing she freaks out.
"What are you doing? She didn't come in with us." The woman snaps. I start to extract myself from the conversation, it's not that important...
Canis held up his hand to stop me, with a slow blink, he smiled a little and turned his focus to the woman. He said cheerfully "If you don't like it, you should sit somewhere else."
The woman scowls and stalks off to a different table. While she was still in earshot, he said the most fantastically perfect insult and, of course, I don't remember the wording. Something like "What a shame, ruining a pretty package with that awful face."

The dream recycled and I was still trying to tell him about the two dreams I'd just had. o.O

Injured Dog, Desperate Factions

Sadly this is all fuzzy now, it was so vivid at the time. There were two factions, they were not equal. One was considered lesser. They had raised a boy of the Higher faction, and hoped that he would be the one to change things, he could prove that their faction was not lesser at all. Then we see him with a woman of the Higher faction and she's twisting his point of view to match her own. It turns dangerous because the boy is ambitious and reckless. He thinks we of the Lesser have lied to him all these years and hates us for it. A fight breaks out and we end up on the run.
We had a large dog, seriously...it was the size of a bear. I am running with one of the others down a hallway and I see him laying on his side in a breezeway. I see two others of my faction with him, but they had to leave. I settled down next to him, aside from his size he had the coat of a boxer, brown with white markings. His eyes are rolled back into his head, and his breath is labored. I make sure he has food and water nearby and lay down by his side. I wonder if he still knows me, or if he'll get confused and attack. I'm worried he's going to die while I'm asleep.

I feel like a lot of time has passed. I am the boy now who was raised by the Lesser Faction and defected to follow the woman. We're in a mansion, the girl I betrayed (me!) is nearby and her group is closing in on us. It's important that they don't find us before we get what we came here for. The Woman has left me instructions and a grappling hook that I can use to climb into the higher reaches of the mansion. The walls are all white plaster, high ceilings and great expanses of windows looking out into the soft blue night. I follow the Woman's path down a short hallway and into an area with...pillars that start out short and increase in height, leading to the upper level. They aren't steps, they're too far apart for that. I guess it's time to use the hook. I pause for a moment. I feel lonely. I don't like where this path has taken me. I know now that the Woman only pretended to love me, that she used me to further her agenda against the Lesser Faction.
I hear movement and know they are close. I sight up my arm and concentrate to release the grapple. (Yay for lucid impulses that don't work!), I try again. Nope. I cut through the narrow area between the pillars before I come to one that's about 7 feet tall. Surely I can get on top of it...

With a little effort I lift myself up onto the pillar and hide in the shadow of a taller one. The girl I betrayed (ME!) doesn't see me. Somehow I know that the dog has died because that thing was always at her heels, and that he isn't now means he must be dead. That makes me sad, too.
I continue to the Woman. She has greying blond, chin-length hair, she's thin like a scarecrow, wearing a flowing pale blue dress. She's standing at a table, mixing a potion. It's supposed to be a seeking potion to help us find what we came here for.
I know I shouldn't, but I lean forward and try to kiss her on the cheek. She pretends that she wasn't expecting it and that some slight movement to retrieve another ingredient made her turn away. She chides me, saying it isn't the time...but I already know it never will be. What did I give up for this cold, snake of a woman?