One long post for the dreams from Italy, except for the Rescue dream.
Pills, Saja, Drawings August 27th, 2013
In the first part, someone hands me a bag of capsule pills, all different colors, meant for different things. He says it sounds like
I could use an extra source of income. I reluctantly accept the bag and worry about getting caught with a stash of drugs. He tells me that it is okay if I decide I don't want to sell but if I do, I know where to find him. I can't believe that I have gotten myself into this situation. Surely I will be caught. Anyone who as met me would never believe it. I hug the bag to my chest, casting about for a good hiding spot. The house here is a strange combination of two of my childhood homes. I live here with a group of people, some of them are people from Dream Views, but no one with a name I recognize. I wonder where I would even go to sell drugs. Night clubs? Teenager parties? Could I really sell drugs to children?
Finally i decide to stash the bag underneath the mattress of the twin beds in the long room, it sits on a hollow box
frame, I'm pretty sure no one will look in there. I don't remember actually hiding the bag, it is just suddenly in the past. There are two young me in the house that are never taken seriously and are often pranked. One looks a little like a young Wil Wheaton. They tell him that he will be included in their experiment but then an alarm clock goes off after they feed him some drugs, jarring him awake.
"Very funny, guys." He says. Everyone laughs.
The...other young man is overweight, stocky, with thick black rimmed glasses and corkscrew curls. When I walk past him
he sings in a deep, booming voice. I wonder if he wants me to sing with him but he unsettles me with his undue focus. He won't stop staring at me! I pass into another part of the house. Here it is open to the sky, there's a box with k-cups. I start to stack them but soon realize they are all used and set them down in a black plastic tray.
"IS that trash?" Someone asks me. I say that it is.
I contemplate selling drugs. The extra money would make a lot of things easier. Maybe I'll give it a shot. I vaguely wander into the long room where they are pranking Wil. This room reminds me of both my sister's room at the end of the hall in the MA house, and the living room from the white OK house.
Someone already knows about the drugs...I then contemplate testing them, at least then if they kill me I'll only be responsible for my own death. One of the pills, the red, are supposed to give you lucid dreams. A blonde girl in a racer-back tanktop heavily suggests wanting to get her hands on a sample. I only worry about telling her she would have to pay for it, and hope I don't have to explain that just because we know each other it's on the house.
"Both of us being dreams, we could help each other out." She says and I tell her I'll keep it in mind.
It is night when I leave the house to get something from the house across the way *where the overweight creep lived before he decided to encroach on my living space) there is a white fox/wolf creature. I'm afraid someone will hurt her and call to her like she is my pet, and somehow knowing she belongs to someone will deter others from harming her. I call her "Saja" and as she runs toward me, I see that she even has green eyes. I call 'Saja' again when she is startled and stops in front of a moving car. I am happy to see her bound away unscathed.
I walk into the other house. Those who vacated the residence have left it very unclean and when I go in the open front door I hear the loud buzzing of many flies. They also left the lights on. I vaguely remember coming here and talking to someone in the back bedroom. I had left a notebook on the counter, there are several pictures I have drawn of Liam & Saja. Piled atop them are drawings done by the creepy bespectacled man. The first few could be any woman, drawn sort of cartoony with green eyes and dark water-colored hair.
The next ones are obviously me, faces I must have made in passing when I met him here before. The second one even has me wearing my amber ring, pushing the hair back from my face. It bothers me. Wonderful, I have a stalker!
I return to the other house having found what I wanted. I figure I could be dangerous no matter what I decide to do about the stalker. If I ignore him he may get...violently offended. If I say anything remotely kind he may be encouraged and think it's an invitation.
Blue Dog Early dream 08/28/2013
I don't feel like typing this again. Stupid fragment about a dog that is spray-painted blue.
Shadow Heart Late Dream 08/28/2013
I leave the MA house at night, there is a hill even with a thick leafy tree branch. I end up on the limb. I see lights out of the corner of my eye, they are frightening and disappear when I turn my head to look. I see them flicker again and this time I stare at the trunk of the tree until the lights reappear. Two men about my age climb out to me, they vocalize reassurances they mean me no harm until I finally recognize them. One is wearing a white t-shirt with some sort of blocky cartoon face drawn on it. He looks a tad like Day 9. They tell me that they finally finished the horror movie but almost didn't make it on account of how scary it was. I give him a comforting hug, he pats my arm distractedly.
Then I am watching a movie about Buffy. She's standing outside a castle on a rocky slope with the ruins of walls jutting raggedly from the muddy ground. She is either warning somebody or has just rescued them when a shadow appears on the ground. It is a massive wolf's head like a werewolf wearing a floor-length cloak. He has appeared to taunt her. He knows that she cannot resist retaliation, even the his presence is too threatening to weather in silence. He feels calculating but wild, chaotic. He does things as they please him and often because they cause great harm to the insignificant people around him. This is the Shadow Heart.
He taunts Buffy with her inability to harm him but says that he will stop hurting people if she will just stop annoying him.
She, of course, refuses.
He reappears beside the castle wall where a woman wearing a white dress with a blue floral print is walking. I know, though she doesn't look it, that she is pregnant. He waits by the gate, gathered beneath a grassy knoll. He feels maliciously gleeful. With a gesture the woman stumbles and then falls down, her face creased with pain and bewilderment. I can see blood on her thighs. He has murdered her baby. She begins to wail between gasps. Buffy runs at the Shadow Heart, yelling for him to stop, to leave her alone. I know that if she had not done so, the Shadow Heart would have just left since he had already proven his power.
Instead, he begins to move his hands like his crumpling a sheet of paper. The woman looks suddenly poleaxed, stunned, and folds over backward. I hear her spine snap. He gestures again and her head splits open from chin to hairline. Then he disappears, laughing. If only Buffy had done nothing then the woman would still be alive.
I remember feeling, overall that he knew how she would react and that she couldn't help herself. She couldn't just stand there and watch, so she charged at him, part of her knew she could not intimidate him, but she went on with it anyway.
The Four Very Late/Very Early Dream 08/28/2013
((For the entirety of this one I was trying desperately to become lucid but I didn't think to wake myself up, and all my actions against the Four were ineffectual. I remember trying to will weapons into existence when I had none, I could feel them in my hands though none appeared. ))
I am in my house and when I walk into the kitchen from the living room I see, instead of the countertop and appliances, two large people. Each holding a wisp-thin and frail bald man draped across the cabinets. The spidery men are unsettling and they stare at me with hungry eyes, clenching then relaxing their hands. A person standing beside the table speaks to me.
"what about them?" I ask.
"Oh, don't worry about them." The person replies.
Still, I wonder. I turn my eyes away but I can still feel them looking at me. Three people appear quickly, a Mexican man wearing a blue mechanic's coverall, with a short 3 letter name, two other men (one in a white t-shirt, the other is tall and wide). I don't like the look of them. It's how they have their heads lowered, fixing menacing eyes on me. I run for my room, one of them grabs me at me and I stumble, when I crawl to the threshold of my room there is a paper-white girl with straight white hair, wearing a white shift and Joker make-up staring down at me. She opens her mouth impossibly wide...
...I am in the living room. I don't bother entering the kitchen and run straight for my room. There are knives hanging on the wall. I gather as many as I can, they are mostly throwing knives. The mechanic appears behind me. I am unprepared, my arms full of knives. He grins. He casually steals two knives from me as I am lifting one and throwing it. The first misses, the second sticks in his shoulder and bothers him little. He draws the knife and stabs at me...
...I am standing at my closed and locked bedroom door. It is a faded green. Sick with anticipation, I wait for the thing I can hear scratching on the other side...
...I am running for my door when something grabs at my ankles. I trip and the creature is all over me. I don't even want to think about how the tall and broad man is contorted, his arms are hooked up over my shoulders but he sinks his teeth into the small of my back. I arch away from him in sudden and blinding agony, screaming.
Somehow I crawl away and kick him hard in the chest before scrambling into my room and slamming the door. He throws his arms against it and the door shudders and then begins to splinter...
...I am in the kitchen. I know I have a little time before they find me again. I pull two large carving knives from the block and as I make for the hall I see the creepy mechanic staring at me. I rush for my room and close the door. Just when I think that this time will be different, I realize there is no lock on the knob. I stand to one side of the door and prepare to strike. The Mechanic throws the door open and I stab/slash at him, drawing a jagged cut across his raised forearm. It's hard to describe what happens here. I keep slicing at him, screaming as I do it, even when he throws me to the floor. His skin is a dark, mottled purple and the blood that wells up is red-black. He grins at me while I reduce him to ribbons...
...I run to my room and instead of grabbing weapons, I climb out the window. My legs feel heavy, I know that the Four are behind me and I don't have much time. I intend to run to the cliff and fly away. The rocks here are a bright burnt orange. It doesn't look fake and I admire the uniqueness of the stones even as I stumble/crawl over their uneven face. I feel a hand close around my ankle. I am just reaching the cliff which overlooks a city when I am dragged backward. I struggle and we roll underneath the outcropping. Below are women gathered in a circle around a blonde woman who is on her knees.
"Why do you run?" She asks me.
"Shouldn't I?"
"Do you know who we are?"
"...you are the---" I don't finish before she responds.
"Yeeeesss...the santamoori septividae ill." She throws her head back and her arms wide.
Puzzle Pun 08/29/2013 Nap Dream
I'm in a sort of waiting area for a place where they settle luggage disputes. Across from me is someone who reminds me of Sendhil Ramamurthy.
"Unbelievable!" He mutters, exasperated, "The scholar I'm traveling with won't allow me to remove a 2lb item from his 500lb bag, says it will unbalance the tablets he has wrapped in there. REALLY?"
I smile a little, it isn't really funny.
"What are you doing here?" He asks me.
"I have to find the correct way to stack these blocks or they won't allow me to take them." I reply, setting a long thin rectangle of marble atop a cube of similar blocks.
"It looks like a puzzle." He says.
"Yes, I suppose."
"Quite a situation we've found ourselves in..."
"Is it a puzzling situation?" I ask, smiling a little, then feel like I should apologize for my humor. "Sorry. I do love puns."
I shoot a glance in his direction to make sure we're still friendly and find that he's smiling too.
Lonnie Night Dream 08/29/2013
I don't remember the first part very well. It was pretty tame, about walking around Italy. I come home from Italy and there are people gathered in my house. A girl from work ZR and two DCs are trying to sing a song and keep messing up. They laugh at each mistake.
"Come on, get it together!" One of the girls laughs. A blonde, blue-eyed young man with high cheekbones and a square jaw sits down playfully forcing one of the girls from the group.
"Let me try." He says.
So they sing together. How they sing with the man makes the song sound completely different and when I try to join them in the familiar song, I find I don't remember the words.. I see ZR later and notice that she has lost a lot of weight. When I compliment her she smiles and says that she has been crashing at my place because I have exercise equipment. I am a little jealous of her improved figure.
I walk in on a group counseling session in the back bedroom. One of the women says that she wore her underwear into the delivery room. I laugh and she gives me a weird look.
"What did you say? I must have heard you funny."
"I said: Join the club of women who wore underwear into the delivery room."
"Oh. Right."
Gary from work walks up and says something about how fathers need to be prepared from the moment they see the positive pregnancy test. o.O
There is a lapse. ((There is nothing from WL in this next part, I am entirely a new character)) I am sleeping in the bigger bedroom with Connor, my little brother. Usually he sleeps in the same room as Suzie but tonight he is afraid. I take the cot beside the bed and allow him to have the big bed. I am worried. I haven't seen father since I've returned from my trip. He gained custody of us while I was gone. He was probably off traveling for work.
I have an absent knowledge of my family, that is separate from my character's knowledge. I know that since we came to stay with him he has become steadily more obsessed with my sister and has started to come unhinged.
I wake late in the night. Connor isn't in bed anymore. There is a disturbing stillness to the house. Father wanders into the room, he drops a towel on the bed. He glances in my direction and his expression scares me. Very slowly, I reach over and try to turn on the lights. The switch, of course, does nothing. I slide out of bed and see what he left behind. It is a white towel with dark stains all over it. I pick up the towel and walk into the living room where I find father sitting on the floor. He is tall, lanky, with tanned skin and greying hair. He babbles something at me which I don't understand, about how he was supposed to be with Suzie forever. I see cartoon versions of them sitting side by side, telling me a story of how things were supposed to be.
"What did you do?" Where's Suzie?" I speak in a whisper.
"In her room, where she should be." He replies.
I hope she is alright but somehow I know that she isn't. I walk to her bedroom and peek inside. Her bed is a tangle of blankets and a huge bloody mess of bits. Terror wells up in me but the scream sticks firmly in the back of my throat. I can't, can't.
I pull out my phone and dial 911 but when they answer, I am on hold. I wait, trying to find the words for what I've seen. When they finally pick up I can't speak, I know it wouldn't take much to get them here. Two words. Just two words. They prompt me to speak, ask if I am alright, but all I can manage is a strangled whisper "help". I'm afraid that won't be enough so I hang up and call back. I drop the towel on the floor and clutch my phone, crying. My baby sister!
I make a round of the room. When I pass by the front door I see that morning has come, and that two men are approaching the house, so I throw the door open and run outside. They are a pair of state troopers, one of them looks like Bob Saget...both of them have pretty fantastic costumes on.
Bob comes to meet me, asking if everything is alright. I raise my hands to wipe at my face, but they are bloody from the towel.
"My sister is dead." I sob.
"Can you tell me your name?" He asks.
I'm standing just to the left of the door, leaning on the wall. "ZR." I reply but the answer confuses me. I know that isn't right. What's my name? "No...I--" My confusion in combination with the blood on my hands concerns him. I know they think I killed her. "Just come inside...you'll understand when you see my father."
I remember how he looked when I came out of Suzie's room. The defensive wounds on his face and arms. Suzie put up a hell of a fight while he killed her.
I'm sitting at the end of a high school cafeteria table. Two friends sit in front of me and on either side of the table. They include me in the conversation even though I am silent much of the time. I don't really hear anything they say to me. I lift my head and stare at one of my friends who smiles at me.
"What's my name again?" I ask.
"Lonnie, sweetheart."
Then I cover my face with my hands and cry softly, pain wrenching in my chest, with the memory of my name I recall that my sister is dead.
"You're finding it easier to cry." One of them comments kindly.
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