10/17/2006
“Death Becomes....Us?”
Had the most disturbing, non-nightmarish dream that I’ve had in a long time. I had some B-6, though, so I have that to blame and don’t think I have to worry too much about seeking counseling. Hahaha.
Anyway, I’d been watching Heroes, last night, and I’m sure that had a lot to do with this one.
I was back in G’s (my ex) old house, in Canterbury, we were still a couple, and we were having an argument. Can’t remember what it was about. (We'd had a minor arguement over the phone, yesterday. Might have caused this.) Anyway, the fight kept getting more and more intense until, at one point, pissed as she was, G grabbed one of my swords from the closet and started coming after me with it. I circled back around to the closet and grabbed another one, to defend myself with. Now, what we both knew about each other, for some reason, was that neither of us could die. Anything that happened to us would simply regenerate, so tearing each other to shreds would simply be a way of us expressing our anger because neither of us would die. Soooo, we started going at it in the bedroom and damn, she could actually fight!
There was one point where I jumped up on the bed and slashed at her. She rolled under the bed and stabbed up through the mattresses. I tried to jump and avoid it but she stabbed me in my inner thigh, just missing my crotch. As I ran across the bed she stabbed up a few more times, just missing my legs. I jumped off the bed and she rolled out from under it and we started fighting in close, again. She was blocking a lot of my swings and I was dodging most of hers. If I remember correctly, she got in a straight-on stab and impaled me through my chest. Still able to fight, though, I finally caught her down low, cutting into her leg and taking her to her knees. Before she could get up again I kicked her over to the floor. Then I swiped down with my katana and decapitated her. I even remember that her head didn’t come off in the first swipe – only halfway – and I had to swing again to get it to come clean off. (Don’t worry…I’m about as disturbed at that part as you are. I did notice there was no blood when I did that, though.)
So anyway….obviously I won?
I put down the sword and waited for her to revive herself. (I got the feeling this was a normal way of settling an argument between us, like it probably would be, in domestic disputes between two immortals. Lol.) I was just going to sit there and wait so we could settle things down and continue to talk without mutilating each other again, but there was suddenly a knock at the door. I looked out the sliding glass door (from where you could see who’s at the front door) and noticed a bunch of our friends had come over to hang out. The blinds to our room were open and all anyone had to do was look over in that direction and see a bloody room, a decapitated G, and me with a hole through my chest.
So, I did the only thing I could do with such limited time – I dropped to the floor and played dead. (Lol) Eventually, people looked in and saw us both dead. A huge ruckus started outside and the cops ended up showing up. For the most part, everybody seemed to be just examining the scene through the sliding glass door and I was thinking to myself “Damn you people. Don’t come inside. Don’t come inside. Just go away.”
Sooner or later, most everyone had left. There was just one cop left and he finally ended up coming in through the sliding glass door. As I was lying there on the ground, I knew he would have to get all up-close and personal, and he’d end up finding out that I (we) was still alive. So, I jumped up and started talking to him, which of course, freaked him the fuck out. He got all jumpy and drew his gun on me and was like “what the hell is THIS?! Get on the ground!” etc. So I’m like “Look man, just calm down. We’re both alright.” He’s says something like “ALRIGHT?!! Look at her!!” He pointed to the headless G.
I’m like “She’s fine. Trust me. She’s not dead.” Just as I said that, G’s head rolls slightly to face us and she makes some smart-ass comment to the cop, but I don’t remember what it was. (I wish I could though, because it was Perfect. Haha.)
She puts her head back onto her shoulders and stands up, the wound sealing itself instantly. Obviously pissed off at having “lost,” she walks over to the wall with her bloody sword in hand and writes something on the wall in my blood. I can’t remember what the hell that was either, though. I think it had something to do with declaring me the winner of that particular little “spat” or something.
So the cop, of course, is just about shitting himself at all of this and it gets me to thinking about how all of this was happening. The ‘power’ we had to regenerate reminded me of something, and I started questioning what it was. The show Heroes popped into my mind, but I still couldn’t make the connection. (Remember; I was watching Heroes before bed, last night.) I began to draw the conclusion that G and I were a team, as well as a couple, and had just gotten into one of our…umm….domestic disputes? I “realized” that there were many people that had various types of ‘powers’ and, of course, that there was a some villain, somewhere, lurking around. (Hahaha. Funny how logic can, essentially, still work in dreams, even though the logic is completely based on fantasy. Lol. I felt like I was right on the edge of lucidity, though. I just wasn't able to reach it. :?)
But, before I even put too much thought into there being a villain in this scenario, a black hooded figure appeared in the room with us in a swirl of black mist. He was an older man with a pale face. Looked like a dark wizard or something. He began coming toward me with his hands held low in front of him, as if making some sort of symbol with his fingers. He flicked his fingers toward me and sprayed these tiny pieces of, what felt like, metal at me – shards so fine that it was like he was throwing black powder at me, though I could feel them biting into my skin. As he came closer I ran up and grabbed him, slamming him up against the mirrored closet door and holding him by his collar. I had the feeling this guy didn’t know that G and I were invulnerable and so I got cocky with him. I said something like “You’re going to have to do better than that.” He was like, “Oh, I am. As we speak, those little shards are spreading out around your head. They’re getting in your eyes, causing progressive, irreparable damage.”
This clown had absolutely no idea that we were invulnerable.
I could feel them spreading though, and my vision was getting blurry. It was annoying but obviously nothing to worry too much about. Holding the guy at bay with one hand, I told G, who was standing by watching, to hand me a towel from the bathroom right beside our closet. (the cop was cowering in the nearby bathroom, btw, if I remember correctly. Haha) She gave it to me and I wiped my face, getting some of the blur in my eyes to clear up. Then I told G, to grab one of the daggers from the closet. She reached in and handed me a dagger and I just straight-up shoved it into this guy’s face – into his left eye, specifically. I actually pushed it in so far that the dagger disappeared completely into his head, hilt and all, with the intention of having it rattle around inside, “causing progressive, irreparable damage,” to use the villain’s own terms.
I started mocking him, pointing and yelling “Ooh, it’s in your eye! It’s in your eye!” making fun of his pathetic use of throwing shards of tiny spreading metal into my eyes to try to defeat me after the, much more vicious, swordfight that G and I just endured. I actually can't remember if he died or ended up escaping, somehow. Hmm.
Anywya, that’s about all I remember before waking up.
Needless to say, I woke up with a huge sense of “....What the Fuck??!”
