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    Here be dragons

    When I have good dream control and good lucidity, I will put the dream in green.
    It's maybe early to put this up, but I tend to have disturbing and/or violent dreams and I'm a very visual person, which could mean detailed description of unsavory stuff. I will probably put warning at the beginning of dreams containing those, and keep the more graphic description to my private DJ.

    My usual dreams partner in crimes are Eli, my tulpa, David, a persistent DC and Michael and Donald, two of my novel characters.
    Eli is usually very tall and dark haired, with a long face, thick eyebrows and bright, skyblue eyes. David is only slighty taller than me, with boyish features and ginger hair. Michael is 6ft2, with blond and curly hair and light blue-green eyes. Donald is a red pembroke corgi. If my dream follow the same pattern as before, they will pop up on their own often, so I will keep basic description here to declutter my dreams entries.

    1. False Idol

      by , 11-04-2015 at 09:54 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm at a groscerie store, it's in a old brick warehouse, with long rectangular windows. It's nicely cold inside with stack of brightly colored fruits and vegetables. I'm not alone in here; there's a teenage girl dressed to the nine in grungy, gothic clothes, with matching black lipstick and rebellious attitude. There's a groupe of men dressed in what's look like armies fatigues, they seem world weary and dangerous. And of course there's the cashier, a slimy, wannabe womanizer in a open collar shirt with slicked back dark hair and a gold chain dangling in the tuff of hair of his chest.*

      The girl go to pay for her stuff and he hand here a small booklet with a black cover. I go after her to pay for my things and he and me a similar booklet, only mine looks like his little sister made it. I walk out of the back of the store to a park with gravelled paths and a fontain. I read the booklet; it's telling me that I'm some sort of paranormal creature, and that I'm both descending and under the tutelage of a godess named Asthatée. I get angry reading, telling that it's a bunch of horseshit. The dangerous-looking men are getting out behind me and trying to calm me down, telling me that they are used to that kind of things, but I blown them off and go to the cashier to tell him that he shouldn't hand out shit like this to teenager. He absolutly flips out and jump me, his hand turning into claw and going for my neck. I run away under one of the window, and one of the man, a hunter, manage to get on the ledge and use it to pour liquid fire on the enraged cashier, making him melt. Another of those men got caught in the fight and is badly burned; I look for something to soothe his pain. I spot a bottle behind the desk of the now deseased cashier: it's micronised milk. I grab it and pour some on the burns of my savior; it seem to work and he's relieved.

      *classy act, this one.