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I had a very intense dream last night that involved me being with a group we could have been criminals or terrorists because we went into a masquerade party with a service cart that had food on top and a bomb in the bottom part, we set the cart in the middle of the room. ( we had hoodies on underneath that we had like gorilla masks and on top of those masks were those kind of half masks that you would normally find at a masquerade party and after we placed the cart in the middle of the room we pulled down our hoods and took off the top mask just leaving us with our gorilla masks and we all left very fast and no one even seemed to notice us. We had about 5 people including me and the leader because I remember as we tried to leave I was going first but the leader told me to wait and let the other two go ahead of me so I stopped by the doors and let them go ahead of me and then the leader and I left at the same time. I did not see an explosion or anything but after we left and went out the doors the dream restarted and we did it all over again the exact same way, I was aware of this but I let it play out anyway and this time when we got to the doors, the leader told me to wait again, the other two left first followed by me and the leader and then I woke up instead of having the dream repeat. I have noticed that sometimes my dreams repeat once or twice while I am asleep and I must be lucid dreaming because I am aware that it is a repeat but I don't do anything about it I just let it play out.

Waking up after a dream that your husband was kidnapped? Quite a relief.

Having to tell him that we might have been inducted as part-time members of the Wild Hunt? Maybe not so awesome.

***

Cernunnos (KER noo nohss): the Celtic Horned God.

Ravana (rah-vuh-nuh): antagonist in the Hindu epic Ramayana, follower of Shiva, king of Lanka, and depicted as having ten heads.

***

I'm standing at a window, looking out into the forest. It's midday, and sunlight streams down onto the meadow that leads from the trees to the house.

Movement. A deer appears, walking confidently from the forest. He has ten heads, all of them focused down the road beyond the house.

I'm kneeling at the window as the deer goes by, close enough to touch. He's almost gone past. I hesitate, then tap on the glass.

All ten heads swivel towards me, ten pairs of eyes focused on me, just beyond a thin pane of glass. I flinch at the idea that I'm getting the attention of this king of the forest the same way that disrespectful children get the attention of animals at the zoo.

I'm sorry to bother you, I tell him. I saw you, and I know I'm not supposed to. I thought you should know.

He stares for a moment. Then, a few of his heads dipping to look back down the road, he tells me:

Come with me.

***

We're at a bar. In the interim, I've learned more about our world's masquerade, been inducted into a secret society, and given my husband the necessary introductions.

"At one point," my husband tells me, "Four of his heads swivelled around to look at me." His implication, it was creepy, remains unsaid. This is a supernatural bar, after all, and the king of the forest is never too far away.

"He gave you half his attention," I say, tapping on my glass. "Imagine having one hundred per cent of it on you."

I shiver at the memory of ten pairs of eyes looking into my soul.

***

Not even 24 hours, I think to myself. Not even long enough for the police to get involved.

And yet here I am, asking for a god's audience—to demand help to find my missing husband. Because I know that they've taken him.

The king holds his court under the stars. He stands in the centre of the dais in anthropomorphic form, wearing dark maroon robes. I can feel the weight of his many eyes on me... but it feels like a weight has been lifted off of my chest. The decision has already been made. I can breathe.

I need access to the network of cameras along the highway, I tell the god. They may be a long way from here by now, but even they would need to stop for gas.

The heads that are looking my way nod in recognition, and the god raises a hand on his left side, a soft movement gesturing at the man behind him.

I'm standing at the railing, the scrutiny of the court no longer resting with me (but watching, always watching). The man in the suit (the god's left hand) looks down his nose at me, a faint sneer on his face. New favourites of the god already asking for favours, I can practically hear him think.

I'm calm, going through the motions with the mechanized precision of a person in mid-crisis. (Fight or flight or solve the goddamn problem.)

"Thank you for seeing me," I tell him, even though we both know he had no choice in the matter. And then I change gears. "I'll need one of your techs to go through the footage with me. I can't do it myself this time—"

this time, because that's the world we're now a part of

"—but next time this happens to one of our people, I'll be able to help."

A flash of emotion across his face, too quick to identify, and his eyes warm somewhat. "I'm {error

"-Anderson," he says, catching my hand in a firm handshake. "Welcome to �����."

My friend and I were hanging out. We had just woken up from a long night of partying.

"Where were you last night?" She asks groggily.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You left for like, several hours, we couldn't find you."

I didn't remember leaving them, but I also didn't remember...a giant chunk of time from last night. I started thinking about the possible reasons as to why I wouldn't remember last night. I've never been one to drink to the point of blacking out. I know self control, and never go that far.

"You were with some guy, who worked in the theater," she adds quietly, "he was wearing a red mask, and was really weird."

I remembered.

I remembered a theater. I remembered him and his strange demeanor. I remembered being trapped.

I recalled that he had been wearing a red dragon mask and a strange red dress suit combination.

"I think I left something there," I responded.

"At his house?"

"At his theater..." But I couldn't recall exactly what it was. All I knew was that some form of malicious deception had taken place.

I recalled the route to his theater, which was located off the side of the street. It was an old theater with a deep mahogany stage and bright red curtains. I navigated my way there.

I instinctively didn't want him to see me. I wanted to take what was mine and leave.

The problem was that I didn't really know what was mine. I was here on an instinct, blindly following intuition.

I hid in the rooms behind the theater. I could hear people talking, and was sure that I recognized his voice among the group.

I navigated my way to his stage room.

Against one side of his room was a red bed. Next to it was a chest. I felt like what I needed to get at was in the chest.

There were a bunch of books on his bed about stage and theater theory.

I quietly moved towards the mahogany chest.

I heard the doorknob twisting.

FUCK.

I jumped on his bed and quickly began to pretend to be reading his book about theater theory.

The door slowly creaked open.

"Well, look who's back," he said, as a malignant smile slowly crept onto his face.

I was flooded with memories.

"What you reading there?" He asked sarcastically.

"This...erm, your book...on...the theater of theory...I mean, the theory of theater...I find it really interesting."

"Well then, you can have it," he responded.

His eyes darted towards the mahogany chest.

"Fuck you," he sneered in a savagely threatening tone, and with a hint of wicked intentions he locked the door behind him.

Spoiler for Sleep Graph for Feb 23th:

I have tonnnne of dreams about masquerade parties, this one was reallllly weird though. It was in venice, and it was at a carnival, it was night time and i was walking along a street trying to get to 'somewhere', I kept wandering round for a bit, then it switched. I was in a really old library, it was like one with lots of rows but it was old and wooden, really classy & beautiful! I was sitting at a old wooden table with lots of books, i remember i wanted to get out so i ran along the isle of books and went out the door, the carpet was so beautiful! i pretty sure it was red and the walls were all wooden and old, it was really nice. I kept walking along the isle and there were these stairs i went down, to the right there were big wooden doors, I kept walking and pushed the doors open. Everything went really white, and there was music, but old fashioned kind. I was at a masquerade ball thingy, there were heaps of people dancing and talking, it was all white marble i think and dark wood, everyone was wearing old fashioned clothes, I think that was the theme. Everyone had masks on, i didnt though There were big chandeliers and the room had an amber glow to it, cause it was lit by candles i think. There were marble stairs leading up to another level, not many people were walking up there, i pushed past people and had a feeling i was being watched, which was creepy. I remember walking up the stairs and thinking 'i'll see them.. im going to see them'? I think I know who I was thinking about.. Anyway, I got to the top of the stairs and everything went white, and i wokeup.

i typed up my entire dream and didn't log in. fuck it.



from a 3rd person pov, i am inside a merry go round on a track. i dream of dreaming, that is my dream is a masquerade ball. like this:



3rd person pov again, i see that the merry go round i am in and another one are about to collide. when they do, mine softly pulverizes the other which turns to flames.

i get out and a figure tells me to go north, which means to the highest point. i do.

in the forests and fields in which i run, i see things i never have: lime green birds, strange trees. the figure laughs at me.

finally outside of the fields i am now in portland, maine on the coast. the dream seems to shift.