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So it's 3am and I'm soo tired because I've never been to sleep in 2 days out of curiosity and stupidness. So tired I am hallucinating while awake that the lights all over my house were flickering really fast even though all the lights weren't even on (confirmed by my step sister laughing at me) and me hearing random people in my head talking(not tulpae if you know what I mean by that). I layed on my bed until I got sleep paralysis, closed my eyes and instantly got thrown into a dream or closed eyed hallucination?

I am in what looks like a tunnel that is swaying me back and forward while seeing in front of me an odd spiral and feeling as if i'm about to be sucked in. After a few minutes of trying to stop this weird force of energy swaying me back and forward I hear a female robot like voice say "Now Entering Subconscious". Just to note, from when I closed my eyes I was already 100% lucid. A huge flash of light nearly blinding me came across my vision and within seconds I was standing in what I felt was my subconscious. There were blue transparent blocks everywhere and floating dream characters that I've seen from previous

dreams. There were pirates sword fighting, stars dancing, cartoon characters talking and a whole lot of words flying rapidly through the air. I leaped onto another block, and another block and another. I found myself in a black room that I can see clearly in. My brain was there and was vibrating so loud that the invisible floor beneath me were shaking my legs. There were 2 rooms, one labeled "Thinking room" and the other labeled "Extras" I walked into the thinking room which was a green room filled with green lasers floating around me. I pressed a blue button that was on the wall. I heard things like "Why are they staring at me,fuck this, waste, school sucks, am I normal?, do I look awkward?" and loads more. I went to check out the Extras room and it felt like my brain was going to explode. My thoughts were racing VERY fast. I heard over 100 different voices talking really fast and even some yelling. I could solve complicated math problems without even thinking and blue smoke filled the room. After a minute I couldn't take it and ran out. Then Kitana from Mortal Combat came around the corner and put her hand around me and asked if I was ok. Then, everything just started breaking. The floors, blocks, people, rooms started shattering like glass leaving me in an empty black space floating. I then woke up.

This night was not a successful one. I remember really bad EVEN if i'm lucid. :/
and also, my best friend was there. I asked him if he knew that he was a part of my dream, but he didn't answer.
I also had a few False awakening. I got the tough that i can't tell him that HE was dreaming, because i would wake up.
He kind of knew what i was thinking, and he freaked out, his face got like a nightmare and everything got grey. He disappeared and i woke up.

Dream recall from today's nap, pretty unstable.

Dream 1(fragment):

I am talking to someone about life and dragons, then i feel that i am dreaming, but dream fades out quickly. I wake up.

Dream 2(fragment):

Discussing some game with someone and it's features, then feel the dream again and it fades out. I wake up.

Dream 3(fragment):

I am sitting with someone near table and there are various sweets on it, i discuss that with that someone then i feel that i am dreaming, and why not, decide to quickly grab and eat one of sweets from table as dream is already fading out, it tastes kinda unique, or at least, i can't recall anything tasting like that. I wake up.

Dream 4(fragment):

I am in my room on the bed, the blanket is weird so i realize that i am dreaming, i notice weird gamepad floating above doorway and a sconce on the bottom part of the wall, dream fades out quickly and i wake up.

Morning of July 23, 2013. Tuesday.



I am in Egypt (although it sometimes seems to be Italy), but some areas seem like urban areas in the USA (New York), and I am in an area where there are a lot of unusual ancient structures, some of the area being like a desert. There is a lot of folklore and even books about one larger pyramid, especially. It is a four-sided pyramid with various faces, seemingly carved just inside from the outer walls and looking out in mostly even rows, probably at about five levels - almost like a “people looking out the windows of the bus” effect on each row, but more separated in individual “windows” or frames. There is some work near the base, but it is not quite determined as to what it is. Somehow, what exists now or what is “left” is thought by some to be the remains of people from another planet with the pyramid being a spacecraft, so that the “carvings” are actually some sort of skeletal or mummified heads of beings like Osiris (from another planet) who came to Earth. Other people have no belief in the various theories about the “spacecraft” and say it is just a pyramid with statues, carvings, and such. There are even indications that certain restorations had been made to the structure over many years and some of the original content is missing now.

There is one part that makes little sense relating to supposed evidence of the spacecraft having left a very large, wide area of empty or changed ground from rocket exhaust or something along those lines - plants do not grow and buildings have never been built there - proof at any rate, of the supposed spacecraft landing. However, it is said that the area was as it was from thousands of people killing themselves at the same time centuries ago(?) I get this impression of an extremely large group of people - seemingly soldiers of some kind, facing away from the pyramid from all four sides and somehow dying all at the same time in a “perfect” position - but really, it makes little sense at all, especially as the ground is supposedly all barren and with no human remains, either. I almost am able to imagine the spacecraft full of “people” having landed all those centuries ago. Later, I notice what seems to be plumbing or tubes in some outer areas. Time passes and I and a few others walk around in other areas, including near a few barns and what seems like smaller businesses.

There is another “real spacecraft” from ancient times, supposedly - this one inside a modern building, but it is almost more like a model of the other one (without the faces) - about the size of a refrigerator. A lot of it is different from the original now. It is sort of like a four-sided pyramid, but not quite. There is a half-circle gauge of some kind near the top that looks fairly new and there are other newer mechanical parts as well as more plumbing of some kind. A few people seem to think it is hilarious that people in the region think that what is left of the ancient structures was related to space travel or other beings. There is some sort of business meeting or lecture where it is pondered “Why did Osiris cross the road?” (meaning why did he travel through space to Earth, although one idea is why did he travel from Egypt to Italy) - one answer being understood to be “to become the Pope”. However, one “ancient spacecraft” seemingly turns out to be the “Optical, Spectroscopic, and Infrared Remote Imaging System” of the European Space Agency (OSIRIS) or possibly “Origins Spectral Interpretation, Resource Identification and Security” (OSIRIS but of USA - NASA) or something equally confusing.

Some of the ancient artifacts (but not all - including the large pyramid) turn out to be combinations of defunct satellites and parts of plumbing and abandoned prototypes of inventions.

A life-sized Egyptian image/painting of “Osiris” is on display - but turns out to be the Pope, even though he looks exactly like some images of Osiris, including the white robes and “tall white hat” (mitre). “The Pope is Osiris” someone says - believing he somehow came from the ancient “spacecraft” pyramid - even though the “remains” back at the pyramid were still there.

Later, there is a large business office with a long rectangular table that is also supposedly an ancient structure of some kind, yet looks more like a modern display case. I actually say “it looks like a display case” in my dream even though it was once supposedly a tomb/sarcophagus. I do not see anything inside it through the glass, though.

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Five other examples of the “Acknowledging the Sleeper (Type 2)” dream type:

The Three Lives of my Dream Girl

The Dead One

Indoor Ziggurat Tomb

Beyond the Martian Time Barrier / The Martian Casket

The Count’s Body

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Dream 1

There is a party happening round my house and I am in my upstairs toilet. I see a bag of white powder, I pick it up and realize its for one of my friends to smoke. I assume its tobacco or something. I walk downstairs into the back garden by my shed and hand it over.

I'm then sitting on my toilet and I realize, 'omg that is cocaine, he's going to be smoking cocaine!' I jump off the toilet run downstairs back to the shed and behind it is two of my friends smoking this cocaine. '"Stop, take it out, get rid of it!" I shout. One of them does. The other one dosen't, I'm not so bothered about him anyway so I let him carry on.

I had requested of my subconscious that I just get some good deep sleep. So my dreams last night weren't that vivid. We did manage to have a big 20 person paintball fight. It was pretty cool. First, it was a free for all. When only two people were left standing, that game ended. Those two then became captains of the next game. They picked teams playground style, and we had a rather big wacky war game at that point. Afterwards, we all went out for lunch. It was actually so cool that I might suggest to the roommates that we go do this in the waking world.

Despite being a DILD this was also a WBTB because I got up around 3:30 am and made myself a warm milk with honey, and thought about dreams, and intended to lucid dream.

At the start of this dream, I was outside with my mother. The area was not at all like my home's surroundings - lots more grassy open spaces for one, but in my dream I did not notice. All of a sudden I needed to pee bad. I ran for my home (or what my dream mind considered my home). When I got there, I realized that I forgot my purse somewhere outside, but luckily my door was open. As I was stepping inside the house, someone was after me, so i closed and locked the door. but they tried to get in, and then i realized it was my mother, so I opened the door for her. I said: "I forgot my purse somewhere close to the bushes, but now I really got to pee!" My mother said "So you forgot your purse," as if it were not a big deal, "so go pee."

I went into the bathroom, and saw that the toilet was not where it usually is. My first thought was to try to rationalize it, maybe the toilet is broken. But then it hit me: it's a dream! As I turned to what used to be my mother, (s)he transformed into a strange man, and there was another strange man there now. But I knew it was a dream, and I did not care. In fact I out of some reason sat on the lap of one of the two men on the floor in the hallway in front of the bathroom, and I grinned, and he grinned back. I knew he was not real.

I exited the bathroom and hallway area. The home now was our current home: same layout and look. I remembered that I had to stabilize my dream, so then I looked at my hands. They started shaking, but then stabilized. I don't remember any more how the first man disappeared, but I do remember looking at the other guy (this was not the guy whose lap I had sat in, but the other one), and thinking "why are you still here? I don't need you." So I stared at him, and he faded slowly out of existence, until there was just a transparent shape, and then completely gone.

I remembered that I was supposed to have dream goals. I couldn't clearly remember then, but I remembered that some were specific to the dream competition, and I remembered that had just ended. So I decided to go with the tried and true generic goal: flying. I exited the house by the door, but then started flying.

At first I had trouble and was flying upside down and did not see things well. But then my flight stabilized, and I was at a height that was close to roof tops. I was flying through what seemed to be a little European style town, very different from where my home really is. The buildings were all somewhat unique looking, but not artificially so - it fit the European small town look.

Then while still dreaming, I heard and became aware of my husband shifting in bed next to me. I knew I was about to wake up. I looked around at the houses in flight a bit more, but then I did wake up.

Watching T.V. downstairs, look up stairs and see mom and move around wall.....brother comes down to tell me my brother and his GF met some girl who ended up being super rich and is inviting them to her house and he wanted to see if me and my bro nick can come and I'm like whatev. Later on Nick comes down again and says we can go now as Jordan and his GF's friend have left and we can go if we leave now and a helicopter will pick us up. I'm like WTF, a helicopter, I got to see this. So get into the helicopter with only my dad and it takes us to field with alot of light posts for some odd reason and a bigger helicopter lands and its the rich girls dad. He asks if I want to have something to eat at this small little building before leaving. I'm like whatev. As we enter the open small building there are a number of guys already there and the rich dad introduces them as the managers of various hedge funds he invests in. I think my brother told the rich girl I was looking for a job, but got confused with private equity and hedge funds and I was so shocked I couldn't talked shop and just sounded uneducated. We then have lunch in a super small crowded room with oval/square couch and just talking shop I guess. I then wake up and am kinda sweaty from being intimidated.

fragment: I don't know much about this, other than it involved Mario kart and was surprisingly creepy.


The dream, as many often do, started in my old high school. There was Darksiders 2 music playing in the background. Apparently, we were having some sort of reunion. During the course of the dream, I discovered that my best friend was being awfully distant and didn't seem to like me all that much. This discovery grew into a nagging doubt that gave me cause to reality check. Instead of attempting to punch the nearest DC, as per my usual dream sign (which would have gone dramatically wrong if I was actually in reality), I elected to check my watch, where I discovered that I was wearing two: my normal watch and some sort of red wristband with an LCD screen. This immediately made me lucid and, hoping to try out a new power, allowed me to attempt to phase through a wall (well, window. A window that looked uncannily like one from my grandma's house), which eventually resulted in success. I wasn't able to do much else though, as I immediately woke up.

Or did I? I "woke up" in my room and discovered that the reason why Darksiders was playing, was because I had apparently been listening to it the night before and must have left it on. With perhaps a sliver of lucidity left, I was able to remember that I had in fact been listening to final fantasy music. Not only that, but my dream laptop actually booted up dramatically faster than my waking one. I immediately became lucid and just when I was about to decide what to do, I was woken up, for real this time, by one of Zeus' temper tantrums outside. Bloody storms.

1. [non-lucid]
I'm watching someone compete in these kinda odd games, the first game I think involves finding the way out in a series of pipes (The pipes where red with some white areas), the third game is in like a 2 story kid's play area, no idea what it involves.
I was in the waiting area just opposite of the game and while they were choosing teams my name was on the list in which I specifically asked to sit this one out, so I told them and they took me off the list, I then seem to have noticed that the host's of this event are the staff of Dream Views.

2. [non-lucid] [music]
I'm in a stadium of some sort with my step dad I think and I noticed that I can play radio through the speakers with a remote I found so I turned it on and turned it up loud...later on there was a song I was hoping would come on and to my surprise MUSE - Uprising was being played {I actually remember wanting the song to play, then hearing it play} (Could I have been lucid or just coincidental). The stadium began filling up.

3. [non-lucid]
I saw Eric Northman from True Blood dress in women's clothes for some reason.

Notable Items & People:
Pipes, kids play area, stadium, remote, MUSE - Uprising, Eric Northman

I was with a group of people in a study room in the library at a college. I was feeling really tense and anxious since I had recently found out that I had the power to move things with my mind. I wanted to show my friends what I could do. I tried to explain, but no one was getting it. I finally had them all go to the other side of a table.

I put up several objects and told them that when I was done I wanted them to try to move the objects toward me with their minds. At the same time I would try to push the objects toward them with my mind.

But as I was setting up the objects I could tell that no one was really paying attention to anything I was doing. I was suddenly kind of angry. Without saying anything to them I just quickly concentrated on the objects sending them flying over the edge of the table. Instead of waiting for a reaction, I took off running out of the library and down one of the paths on campus.

The next thing that I remember I was sitting in a room with a guy that was a psychologist. He was actually Oneironaught (GH) from DV. I wanted to tell him that I was able to move things with my mind and wanted to know what that meant and what I should do about it. But as I looked at him he was busy writing something down in a notebook. I wanted his attention, but he wouldn't look at me.

I was suddenly angry again. I looked over and saw a box of multigrain Cheerios sitting by a chalkboard. I concentrated and suddenly the Cheerios flew out of the box. As they flew out of the box I arranged them on the chalkboard. I started off forming the word "HI". But since I didn't want GH to mistake who was responsible for the Cheerios I then added "From Christine". I watched GH for a reaction. As soon as the Cheerios started flying he stopped writing. He then slowly turned his head and looked at the chalkboard and then slowly back to me. I looked at him like "See...this is what I am talking about."

I don't remember what happened next, but I do remember thinking about this power and what this would mean for me. Most of me was really excited to be able to do this. I wanted to experiment. To learn the extent of my powers. I was a little worried that I might use my powers by mistake and accidentally hurt someone. I wanted to make sure I was totally under control.

This is all I remember of the dream. I do remember waking up directly from this dream and feeling a huge disappointment that I really didn't have the power to move things with my mind.

Something about vision(s).

I am walking right in the middle of a bunch of basketball courts right in the middle of peoples games, then I walk right through a base ball field and right through their game and disrupt their game, then I realize my mom is chasing me so I sprint and then hop a fence and run into a building, It's a theater playing a twilight movie, I watch it then leave the theater and my mom spots me and starts chasing me again so I run again, I go into the building next to the previous one, it looks like a theater again but smaller, I see people eagerly waiting for something to begin, I hear a bell and see people run to the bottom and grab copper metal squares with a square hole cut out, and they begin to play ping pong with it while the other people sigh because they didn't get to play ping pong that round.

Was on a computer. Had a weird dream involving an odd Batman Game, that morphed into a weird top-down MMO. I switched between that and talking on a chat every so often.

Dream 2:

I stabbed a bunch of really long toothpicks into myself because I didn't want my clothes touching me (think putting a bunch of toothpicks into a cake so the plastic-wrap doesn't touch the icing). Taking them out got messy. We then went to go get subway. I created my sandwich out of thin air. My brother told me that it made no sense, and my sandwich disappeared. Rather than realize I was dreaming, I just got mad at him for "making my imaginary food disappear".

Here I go. =/ Maybe I should have prefaced this with something: This is one of the most awful nightmares I have ever had. The first part seemed normal, and then my subconscious decided to twist it into something disgusting. I'm almost impressed. -.-

We are in a long wide dining hall, the walls and floor are worn wood. There are long tables with plank seating. I'm wearing a billowy

white blouse with khaki riding pants and knee high boots. I am a young women with chin-length dark brown hair. I sit down next to a young man who has short medium brown hair. His features are perfectly shaped, high wide cheek bones, a constantly smiling mouth. I am seventeen, he is eighteen. I am in love with him and sometimes I am certain he knows it, as my best friend he knows me well enough to understand. Sometimes I think that he loves me too but he has always been so careful. A friend of ours named Robert has recently returned home from a long trip comes to sit with us. I don't remember where he went but it had been years since we had last seen him. Adam, the friend I am in love with, gets up to follow Robert. Watching them leave makes me feel a little sad.

"Hey, Deidre, come and look at this." Adam calls. I go to him, smiling. This part is pretty strange. He shows me a man that isn't who he

claims. Adam narrates that it is a golem controlled by magic and enchanted to look like someone we know. Somehow we see straight through it and so we see black eyes set in a bald clay-gray head, slope shouldered, wearing a faded quilted black tunic. As soon as it walks up to us we greet it like it really is the ambassador. It responds with a proper greeting, but follows that with an unintelligible scramble of words.

"See?" Adam says, we all share a secret smile as the golem walks stiffly through the crowd. It was sort of like we were on

stage and that whole scene was an aside to the audience, we ignore It and follow Robert out of the hall like we encountered nothing out of the ordinary.

There is a garden courtyard between wings of the house. It is night and a single wrought iron lamp post stands in the middle over bench on a dais. I find Adam sitting on the bench. He is obviously upset but he won't tell me why. I remind him that we used to play here as children and he nods absently, pretending he is fine.

"Hey, Addy." I say in a consoling tone, "Whatever it is, you can tell me." I drop to my knees next to the bench and slide my arms around his waist, resting my cheek on his thigh.

Here I come back to myself a little and I am no longer Deidre. Holding him is peaceful and familiar. It reminds me of Liam and for a time I put aside the character of Deidre and close my eyes to savor the moment, smiling in contentment. He's wearing a faded black button up and black pants, I notice out of the corner of my eye. I can feel Adam becoming more upset and my understanding of his character overlaps with my interpretation of him as Liam. Adam cannot reciprocate Deidre's feelings for him because he is in love with Robert, and at the same time I can feel Liam as he is trapped in the form of Adam, wanting so badly to reach me but locked in the confines of the dream, so that it is not possible. I want to tell him that it is alright, that I know about Robert, I want to tell him that I know he is not Liam, but that doesn't matter because for now he feels like him.

Adam hesitantly strokes my hair and my dual-nature snaps apart so that I am once again Deidre. I know he is trying to force himself to

feel something for me other than friendship. I sit up and give him a brief hug, I realize then that he's fantastically drunk. I help him stand and we stumble to the far side of the courtyard, by the time we reach the heavy stone threshold he is crying freely. We fall down in a tangle of limbs and he sobs pathetically that I should not help him at all. He ignores my protests to the contrary, telling me that he is in love with someone else.

"Is that someone else Robert?" I ask. That stuns him into silence. It makes me sad that he'll never fall in love with me, but I know he can't help it.

....and then the dream takes an ugly turn.

The dining hall is inside and outside at once, so that the far end has no wall and lacks a ceiling. At the enclosed end in the corner is an

ivory colored couch. We have a female friend over, she's sitting on the back of the couch and I am kneeling on the cushions with the front of my body pressed to the back of the piece. I have something gross on my hands that I get all over the top of the couch, and when I get up I realize I have left a large water stain where my body had previously leaned. A courier arrives with news from our father. ((because, you know, we're siblings, and in case you weren't paying attention that means I'm in love with my brother, who is in love with our older brother...eeeeeee)) It is a letter for us and a small wooden crate filled with nesting fiber. There is a necklace in the envelope, it has two overlapping pendants, a crescent moon and a dagger. Robert hands the necklace to me and I put it on, when I lean over the back of the couch the dagger pricks my chest and I rub at the wound absently.

The courier is not a physical person anymore. Robert is standing nearby reading aloud a letter we have received. The letter explains

what happened to our father, how he went mad then raped and murdered a woman, he says something about the contents of the crate being cursed, and that it will spread to all our family. As he is saying this, I'm holding the necklace away from my skin, looking horrified. Adam though does not believe it. He is to enthralled by the crate to pay attention and neither of us are watching him. He thrusts his hand down into the crate and comes up with a handful of sand and a tiny stone artifact. The effect is immediate. The sclera of his eyes goes black, the irises turn orange/red, like flame. Black growths force their way out his skin along his cheekbones. He holds the artifact up over his head and a mad grin splits his face grotesquely.

"Adam?" I slide off the couch and begin to back away from him. He is too distracted by this new development that he doesn't notice me.

Yet. He stalks around the room, Robert seizes his arm to stop him and becomes cursed just as quickly. I know what they will do to me because of what is in the letter. Never mind that Adam is gay and a day before would not have touched me. It no longer matters because his mind is gone and his body under the control of the rage. I run for the door in the corner that leads out to the deck stairs. He gives my shoulders a shove and I stumble. I feel his fingers slip under a gap in the back of the waist of my pants, he tugs lightly. Almost tentatively. I scramble away but he is still hovering over me.

Spoiler for One of the rape parts, if you would rather skip it.:

Now I have a choice, I have a split second of lucidity and I think "It won't be rape anymore if I stop fighting. I know he isn't Adam anymore, but this is the closest I'll ever be to him, and so what if he beats me to death after? Then I won't care anymore."
I pretend that his hands on my waist don't make me feel sick, the greedy skittering of his fingers on my hips when I unbuckle my belt.
At first it isn't so bad. I don't feel anything one way or another, I just ignore his animal-like grunting and uncomfortable stab as he moves. After a few minutes he becomes wildly violent and I decide I made a mistake, that I really can't endure this, I fight my way to the wall. There is a button there on a touch screen that I can push to stop the simulation. So I do.

I get a do-over. I see Adam pull the figurine from the crate, and his transformation. I immediately dart for the door and make it halfway down the steps before he tackles me straight to the ground. I scream and struggle out from under him, fighting around to the front of the house.
Then there's something about the golem trying to attack us, and me and the others trying to throw flashlights at it, but the things are too heavy and not good for throwing at people. (O.o) The yard we are on is clearly the front yard from the house in MA. Except the grass has a blue tint and the sky looks more like a ceiling painted blue.

Spoiler for Second rape part.:

There's a break. I am out on the yard and the end of it morphs into a wall where there's almost an enclosed pool (I don't know, my dream layouts are weird). The curb is more like the edge to a public pool. We are waiting for help, someone has called the police and fire department. There are people sleeping everywhere, mostly men. They were all naked, and when the curse takes effect they are suddenly all uh...erect. They feel like time bombs to me. That if I wake them they will all be on me and then I will have no hope of surviving. I might get raped, but I am going to live damn it. A chubby young man begins to catch the curse and changes. At first he looks confused and distracted...then he notices me. I make a run for it and he chases me, I vault over the wall at the end of the yard and try to flee to the corner of the pool where the stairs are, but he leaps down with surprising agility and slams me into the wall. My head feels like it is going to split open and and I become disoriented. He flips me over, hands clumsily fumble with my nightgown. He's too heavy to knock off of me. My best bet is to wait until he's...distracted.

I try not to focus on what he's doing, and I try not to laugh at him, because even in the thrall of the curse he is inexperienced and can't

even effectively rape me. His movements are inconsistent, but the slack jawed expression he wears disturbs me. When he shifts his weight for a better angle, briefly freeing my arms, I reach up and slam my palms against his ears. He cries out and falls backward. I stand up and knee him in the face as hard as I can. I can hear people moving around on the other side of the wall, but they are talking so I am certain that they are not cursed men made monsters. I mount the wall and see female police officers everywhere. They are cataloging evidence. The worst part is there are children laying down at the edge of the pool. Some of the more unfortunate ones have lived through the experience. One blond-haired little girl with blood-shot eyes stares at me, too injured to move. The children laying on each side of her are either dead or asleep. Olivia Dunham talks about the signs of assault and rape, pointing to various pieces of evidence before pulling a sheet over piles of battered bodies.

There's a lapse, it is some time in the far future. Because I was one of the first cursed and I am a woman I have lived ages longer than I should have. I'm in a sanctum of sorts, there are priestesses who serve the Cold, they are called Whisper Mothers and Sisters. Their garb is almost like a nuns, except the wimple is shaped differently and their robes are in layers, slashed black over robes with white underneath.
They were responsible for subduing the entity before my father unwittingly unleashed it so many generations ago. It went curiously quiet after the event at the pool, laying in wait for the proper time. Now it has begun again. I hesitate then get the Whisper Mother's attention.

"Mother..."

She continues to pace.

"Mother?"

Distractedly she stops, clutching an elaborate cross that hangs around her neck. It is silver and has a ruby at its center. "Yes, sister?"

"What caused the Emergence?" I ask.
"I don't have time for questions, Lady." She responds.
"Is it true the madness began with a stone artifact?" I ask.

Then she truly looks at me. The servants of the Cold value truth and clarity above all things. They may seem harsh, but they are a product of the world in which they were raised. Her eyes sharpen and she purses her lips in worry.

"Yes. A stone artifact fed by the fire of shame."
"Please, I am only curious if there is a way to stop It from happening again?" I ask.

She paces the width of the sanctum. There is a heavy weathered wood railing and something like a decorative bulkhead bisecting the end of the room. "Truth may be enough to stop it, and the blood of the repentant. So, tell me." Her eyes flick to me, cold with recognition and accusation. "Are you repentant for laying with your brother Adam?"

"I never lay with Adam." I say, dropping my eyes. I suppose that allowing him to rape me counts.
She narrows her eyes at me. "You are a liar, Deidre."
"Yes." I agree, feeling the weight of my shame. "Yes."
"Still, there is something we can accomplish, the others are on their way here."

My view pulls out a little, viewing the scene from overhead. From here I can see the walkway outside, and the great circular stained glass gate where a Whisper Sister waits and an assassin in black and red leather armor is stealthed by the entry way. No one will get by, the Servants of the Cold must be protected.

I see a distortion in the air, a heat wave. A spark and a cruel laughing mouth inside a cooling lava face, horns curling back over its

head. Its flame tongue licks the air. Silent in its passing it steals in through the door, scorches on the wood mark its path across the floor, it slips in like a ghost and alights a touch upon her brow, and when the creature passes she has turned to ashes on the ground. Screams from inside filter out to where I stand, all within have died before they could lift a hand. I can hear the Whisper Mother inside, screaming wild negations and questions, "Why this, why now after all this time?", It has saved her for last.
The sister outside shrieks in a desperate forlorn way when she realizes that all the women inside are dead, the assassin at the door wrestles her away and they flee together.

And so I get a sense of the Flame. A vast, calculating mind that cares for nothing at all, its singular dream is to burn the world to

cinders and scatter the ashes in the wind. It wants only to consume, take, until everything is gone. And it will. It will.

False Awakening: I rise to another layer of sleep and think that I am awake. After all, my boyfriend is playing Skyrim on his computer just like when I fell asleep. He notices I am awake and comes to kneel on the bed. He kisses me but the idea of doing anything like that after a dream about rape is not at all appealing. I tell him to stop and I mention the rape dream, but he keeps touching me anyway not realizing that it is uncomfortable and unpleasant.

Then I really wake up. Thank God.