nightmare

Ignored markers - new territory.

My cousin... helped me ... in a school setting? But all worked out because I accomplished the goal and was able to plug into society properly.

I was in the upper crust of society. Well off, very. It was a carry over from a previous phase in the dream, so I guess this is a fragment.

I had duties to perform. There was a car that my father helped me with. I couldn't figure it out on my own, but he didn't have enough time himself. The battery was full of acid though, you can tell because the liquid was low and the red indicator was exposed. When they get like this they could explode, my father said. I took the acid bomb out of my vehicle and placed it on the floor of the back seat. It was uncomfortable.

...skip...?

I needed something further, and my father obliged. He was a gorilla, and he sacrificed his large, majestic form for my needs: parts of his skull and his forearms were given to me. The procedure was done instantly, and I was whole, the mirror revealed. Father couldn't close his face. He stood there looking as if he was waiting to die, or perhaps I hoped he would die for the cruelty my need imposed on him. His large gorilla hands were crudely shoved into the ends of his arms, and he stood there unable to close his face, looking at me. The horror he suffered. The sacrifice he made.

Sceneflash... he's no longer a gorilla, but well dressed. The head trauma is no longer there, he is able to speak, but his human hands are still crudely pushed into the ends of his shortened human arms. They are covered by his nice pullover sweater, but when he extends his arms to hug me his hands spin downwards.

We agree to go somewhere but something isn't right. I understand his body language to reveal his dark intention, and I parallel his foot movements, aware of a computer controlled sniper rifle behind me, watching me, awating his whispered command. He won't dare fire it as long as I am behind him. When we get out of range I let him know that I was aware as I stand up next to him.

Awaken - the horror on his face from the previous surgery still fresh in my mind.

I was in hell, and I had a team of cooks with me. We were in the kitchen ("hell's kitchen" is a recurring theme for me) and all my cooks were busy. The place was pristine, everything was in its place, all surfaces were clean, all was well...

...until Satan came in. He was extremely upset. He had hooves and horns, but all features beyond his silhouette were indistinguishable: he seemed to be completely made of molten lava. He stormed through the kitchen with such blazing heat that the surfaces melted, and in his wrath he destroyed my cooks, one by one.

I stood near a counter, shocked and stunned. Such raw power, such extreme violence, such anger... and I was powerless to appease or defend. He took his time destroying the kitchen and my staff, and I had the feeling that I was an observer of the situation, until he stomped towards me, curses coming from his lava mouth. I laid down on the floor in complete submission and humility, because I felt any form of defiance would have been ludicrous. His crotch began to glow bright yellow, then white hot, and he urinated right over my prone form. The bright hot lava stream splashed near my body but I wasn't touched.

When he finished he stalked away, still hot, still glowing, still angry, still frighteningly powerful. I woke up with the lingering feelings of fear accompanied by an adrenaline rush and a small bit of relief. The rest of the dream faded in the face of this event.