Dream: Just weird
I started my dream at Andrea's house. Her family was there along with Dustin's family. We were attending a wedding for one of her cousins and as the wedding went on, the house shifted to Dustin's mom's house. I walked through the hall and saw a room that I assumed was for Sammy when she went to visit. It was blue and decorated with various Minnesota Twins paraphanalia. Now that I think about it now, I think it was the untouched room of Dustin's younger brother, Landon and not for Sammy as I had first assumed.
Once again the house shifted into a reception hall and finally into a large gothic-style church where the main chapel was full of people. I thought it was my ward but my ward had been cancelled so this meeting could take place. Now that I had no reason to be there, I wandered the halls and found myself in the kitchen where several young women were baking cookies. I wandered back out to see what else there was to do and my friend's mom found me and suggested that I take the two 4-foot bags of cookie dough to the upstairs kitchen so my shoes wouldn't make so much noise walking back and forth for more cookie dough. I took them upstairs and threw some cookies in the oven and walked back down.
In the Relief Society room there were young and old women, cutting flowers out of old tapestries. They were trying to make patches and it was easier to cut them out and finish the edges than cross-stitch new flowers. I didn't know how to do any of that so I walked back out to where the congregation was and saw a lone girl standing beside a pillar. She looked like a ghost, with a long flowing nightgown, wavy, unkept blond hair down to her waist and her face was painted white. She kept swaying side to side and was distracting people with her flailing arms.
A man stood from a nearby bench and handed her a hand mirror, which she started making faces in, silently. He knew she would find a lot of quiet entertainment with the mirror and she stood there, miming things to herself, for herself and was having a grand old time with her white face.
I walked back to the kitchen to check on the girls and they had everything under control so I walked out the outer door and into the parking lot where there was an old woman nursemaid and three young children. Two of the kids were quietly playing in the patches of grass alongside the sidewalk and the third child was having convulsions so she had to be kept outside. She kept crying and whining and one of the girls from the kitchen told me that it was her sister who suffered from short term memory loss and could never remember where she was so she was always crying.
Back into the church I went to see what else had to be done but the meeting was over now and the lights were being turned off. I walked to the otherside of the chapel and into the parking lot and what had been broad daylight had turned into 10 o'clock pm. Several lifted trucks and long vans lined the parking lot and I knew that red-necks filled these cars. They watched me with sneers on their faces, I was intruding on something but didn't know what and if I didn't hurry out of there, they'd harm me. I was sure of it.
I ran from car to car, looking for small compact ones but they were all large trucks, sure to be slow. Out of the parking lot, I ran down a few dark lamp-lit streets and into an alley where I saw the perfect car. A porche, a deep cheery purple color. The keys were still in the ignition but there was a body in the car. It was a dead whore, she had been killed out of jealousy by a man she frequently serviced and was left there. I pulled her out, apologized, and took off. The city was dark, I didn't know where I was but I knew that I didn't want those hicks to find me. I saw something that I shouldn't have (didn't know what) but I had and they needed me dead to keep their secret. Through the streets, up and down I raced in the porsche until I woke myself up. I didn't want them to find me.
THE END
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
DREAM: Chimera
DREAM SEQUENCE: "Chimera"
There was a house down the street that was being haunted by a shadow monster, a creature that the owners felt more than saw. Two of my past bishops were called in to exorcise the house and bless it. It was strange, when I spoke to them, their memory of the event transferred to me and I saw the monster.
It was a female, almost human looking with talons for fingers and long spikey hair from her head to her hips. Her face was an angular wolf's face with a short snout, skin nose and human mouth with long canines. Her eyes were a golden-brown color, her half human, half wolf eyes.
The two former bishops were missing digits-parts of their fingers where she had cut them off with her sharp talons. They did their best to hide them from me but I saw as they gestured the series of events that took place that night.
Some time had passed in my dream and I was driving somewhere with a friend. We made it into a wooded area and I saw two large wolf-like creatures running beside the car. When I looked over, I realized what they were. They were the same sort of creature that the bishops had removed from the house. One of them leapt at the car and swiped at me but I managed to roll the window up enough.
I wanted to kill it but I knew that I couldn't, not by just running it over. As the scene unraveled I learned that the chimera were the physical forms of strong negative emotions. Everyone had the ability to form a chimera, whether sub-consciously or consciously. There were people who were weak and their chimeras were formed subconsciously, to protect their fragile state of being.
Being able to handle stressful situations and darker emotions, I had no chimera, but like the shadow-monster in the house down the street, the chimera that tried to kill me was attached to me. It was a powerful, new beast but it was weak, still frail and still able to be healed and it had the face of my friend Brenda. This was Brenda's chimera and it had come after me. What had I done?
Through the window I asked the chimera why it wanted to kill me. My friend was still driving down the highway and the beasts still ran aside us. It told me, "Because I hate you." Its voice chilled me, it sounded like Brenda with hints of the boogeyman's voice from The Real Ghostbusters cartoon of the 80s.
"Why do you hate me?"
The chimera's anger faded and was replaced by a deep sadness, it's voice was soft. "You left me. You left me alone and I was so scared. You said you would watch over me but you never came; you said you were my friend!"
These things it said, these were all emotions from Brenda, the friend that had moved down the street from me who I rarely see in real life. I knew I hadn't been a good friend to her, I knew that she was so close and yet I never reached out to her. I hoped that the damage could be undone.
"Please. I'm so sorry that I left you alone. Can you forgive me? Can we try again?"
Tears formed in the beast's eyes and she nodded. We pulled over and I tried to form a relationship with Brenda's chimera but it was hard. There were few people who could see chimeras during the day without dreaming. They usually only appeared to people who were in deep sleep, which is what made them so scary in the first place. My friend who was driving didn't know what was going on. She just thought that I was talking to myself and freaked out when she saw the scratch marks on my arm.
People who were constantly hooked up to that deeper part of the brain where dreams existed (or daydreamers) were able to see the chimeras at all times of the day but as I had learned through experience, it was just as scary seeing them during the day.
I woke up.
There was a house down the street that was being haunted by a shadow monster, a creature that the owners felt more than saw. Two of my past bishops were called in to exorcise the house and bless it. It was strange, when I spoke to them, their memory of the event transferred to me and I saw the monster.
It was a female, almost human looking with talons for fingers and long spikey hair from her head to her hips. Her face was an angular wolf's face with a short snout, skin nose and human mouth with long canines. Her eyes were a golden-brown color, her half human, half wolf eyes.
The two former bishops were missing digits-parts of their fingers where she had cut them off with her sharp talons. They did their best to hide them from me but I saw as they gestured the series of events that took place that night.
Some time had passed in my dream and I was driving somewhere with a friend. We made it into a wooded area and I saw two large wolf-like creatures running beside the car. When I looked over, I realized what they were. They were the same sort of creature that the bishops had removed from the house. One of them leapt at the car and swiped at me but I managed to roll the window up enough.
I wanted to kill it but I knew that I couldn't, not by just running it over. As the scene unraveled I learned that the chimera were the physical forms of strong negative emotions. Everyone had the ability to form a chimera, whether sub-consciously or consciously. There were people who were weak and their chimeras were formed subconsciously, to protect their fragile state of being.
Being able to handle stressful situations and darker emotions, I had no chimera, but like the shadow-monster in the house down the street, the chimera that tried to kill me was attached to me. It was a powerful, new beast but it was weak, still frail and still able to be healed and it had the face of my friend Brenda. This was Brenda's chimera and it had come after me. What had I done?
Through the window I asked the chimera why it wanted to kill me. My friend was still driving down the highway and the beasts still ran aside us. It told me, "Because I hate you." Its voice chilled me, it sounded like Brenda with hints of the boogeyman's voice from The Real Ghostbusters cartoon of the 80s.
"Why do you hate me?"
The chimera's anger faded and was replaced by a deep sadness, it's voice was soft. "You left me. You left me alone and I was so scared. You said you would watch over me but you never came; you said you were my friend!"
These things it said, these were all emotions from Brenda, the friend that had moved down the street from me who I rarely see in real life. I knew I hadn't been a good friend to her, I knew that she was so close and yet I never reached out to her. I hoped that the damage could be undone.
"Please. I'm so sorry that I left you alone. Can you forgive me? Can we try again?"
Tears formed in the beast's eyes and she nodded. We pulled over and I tried to form a relationship with Brenda's chimera but it was hard. There were few people who could see chimeras during the day without dreaming. They usually only appeared to people who were in deep sleep, which is what made them so scary in the first place. My friend who was driving didn't know what was going on. She just thought that I was talking to myself and freaked out when she saw the scratch marks on my arm.
People who were constantly hooked up to that deeper part of the brain where dreams existed (or daydreamers) were able to see the chimeras at all times of the day but as I had learned through experience, it was just as scary seeing them during the day.
I woke up.
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