My creepiest character? Herself she wasn't creepy. What was creepy was how many dreams she was apart of, how her very presence in my dream frightened the other dream characters, and how after her death - she never appeared in my dreams again.
She was a nuisance with no real name. Her specialty was controlling doors, and to play mind games making me believe that she was in control of my dream.
She was more clever than me. Intelligent, witty.
She was an enigma early on in my dreams that no one saw. Just this presence. I didn't pay attention to her, at first I just considered her as any other random bad guy in my dream and kept trying to find her so I can beat her up.
With every dream her presence grew stronger
That's when she made her physical appearance in my dream. And proclaimed herself as the Queen of my dream. She set up a temple, and wanted nothing more than to be worshiped. They gave her many names.....Dream Queen. Dark Mistress. Lady of Doors. She had trapped me in the windowless temple. Windows are my dream sign, so she was really attacking my lucidity here. There was only one door out. And she had it sealed shut with her magic.
She had grown fond of me, and made me her high priestess. And had hoped I would love her, as a Mother.
It was the conversations we had in the temple that really unnerved me. She was so........real.........Through her conversations and involvement with the slaves, she expressed a full range of emotions, a charming personality mixed with mental instability. She felt like a real person, crazy, but real.
I was trapped in her temple for what felt like a hundred years. I don't defeat her in that dream, her mind games were enough to fool me into believing she really had control over my dream.
After waking I slap myself for being so stupid, and fall asleep wanting nothing more but revenge.
She makes her grand entrance in my dream, so vain, she had to double check her hair before approaching my home. I was watching her from the window. I fly out the front door just as her magic takes over it. Possessing the door with her iconic black living goo from previous dreams. Ha! I knew she would be angry that I wasn't trapped inside.
There was a vortex in the sky, I knew she came from it. Flying through the vortex was what I felt what a true WILD feels like. Or even a near death experience.
I land in a temple, a long dark corridor flanked with torches. The Dream Queen knew I was here.
An excerpt from my dream log, 2006:
“What’s wrong sweetie?? Are you afraid of little old me??”
I dodged random flying monsters, holes in the floor, bursts of flames and the vicious hands of the Queen. Then I notice a small vent in the wall and it felt like my own dream was telling me...go in....
“Oh come on!! I won’t hurt you! I liked you, really I did! NOW COME BACK HERE!”
The Queen climbs in after me, I glance quickly behind me just long enough to see that her true form is a naga. And right in front of me is shiny red nozzle for a gas line. I open up the gas line. Steam billows out. It smells odd and leaves a horrible feeling in the back of my throat. But I tell myself, I am dreaming so it can't hurt me.
The Dream Queen, Lady of Doors is now the one who looks terrified
“I . . I . . You didn’t have to do that! The door in the other dream, was always open! Honest!” She was right, she was never in control of my dream. So the temple door was always open.
I shake my head. “Good bye” A match appears in my hand. I close my eyes to embrace the impact. The Dream Queen screeches like a banshee. And I open one of my eyes early enough to see her explode into bloody oozy bits.
I really killed her. She never appeared in my dream again. After months of invasion...she was gone.
After I woke up, I realized how strange it all was. She was apart of so many of my dreams, and now she's gone. And it's not often, a dream character remembers and references a previous dream.
She's creepy in that she challenges my perception of dreams. Was she really just a dream character?
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