when i was a kid, before i just decided not to remember my dreams for a few years, i had recurring nightmares. 3 i can recall today, two of which i know i had at leas two times, possibly a 3rd with one and i think 4 times on the other. both can easily be translated to mean: "Negaigoto's big brother is a prick", but i don't know, the emotions behind them always seemed incredibly strongthey showed up side by side one night when i was 3, and i had the last one when i was 6 or so. i won't explain one because it's almost entirely emotion based, next to no actual action and generally dull unless u're the one in it, and while they both make me feel very childish, i guess that's okay seeing as i was, u know, 3-6 when i had it.
it always started differently, different locations, but always playing around with my brother, in the house, in the fish store, and me following him to some back room where i didn't want to go, but i really didn't want to be left out either. he went to some little corner of the place and found a game area with a couple of those eat your money for pseudo prizes it's impossible to win games, and then this big, really awsome one in the far corner, featuring a giant bald eagle statue that looked incredibly real, besides the fact that it was something like 6 feet tall. i don't think the dream was lucid at all the first time, but i always remembered what happened each time it recurred, more or less as a very keen sense of deja vu and/or premonition.
either way, my brother, ever the gamer, would always grin a bit crazily and go to the back corner, procure a blue plastic toy bat from somewhere, and knock the prizes off of the top shelf above the eagle. me, ever the little kid who adores their big brother beyond all reason, always asked him to 1st stop, cuz something bad might happen, then when he just laughed at me, i'd ask him to get me something, cuz i knew i couldn't (he's 5 and a half years older). he'd always tell me to get it myself and leave, always too fast, disappearing into the darkness before i could follow, leaving no trace, and me utterly alone. i usually cried for a while, begging for him to come back; in the later dreams though, i'd stop after a few seconds and go do what i knew was neccessary, to end the dream, and to just get it over with, even though i dreaded it.
i'd go over to the stupid eagle game even though it quite frankly scared the shit out of me, grab the bat, and try to knock some prizes down, even though i was a good few feet short of the top with the bat, standing on my toes, when the eagle would come to life and grab me. no matter how much i screamed and wriggled and twisted, i was caught, and that thing was damned pist, digging its talons in deeper and tighter, making it hard to breathe. there would be a flash of light, and suddenly i was running through some dark place out in the middle of nowhere, running for my life, stumbling, falling, giving up, only to hear whatever it was that was chasing me give out an animalistic cry of impeding victory that terrified me to the point of standing up when i didn't have any sort of strength left, and running like hell. i always woke up screaming right when it caught up and grabbed me.
i say it and it sounds like such a childish thing, but hey, as i said, the 1st time i had it i was 3, and the last time i was 6.
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