Dream: Fates and Furies
The context:
It's been a while since I had a significant dream.
Last night, I wrapped up or put on Hiatus "Areli," a Changeling larp character, a Eumenides extraction cybrid notable for being motivated by sex,aggression, and a sense of survivor guilt.
I stayed up late, clearing my head. This dream occurred before 11:00
I am sleeping in a bunk, in the damp outside, behind/under the porch of a Vancouver special. Under my bed, my mask and earplugs, like areon/in my body right now. I reach down and there is a bright shimmering green thing moving in the dirt, like a snake. I recoil an call for my mother.How odd, that reaction. But that poisonous sheen to its scales draws my attention.
No that sheen is a lipid on water. It's not a snake, just an interference pattern. Silly me. It's beautiful though.
A noise, a beating of wings
This is where it gets into it
Across the street, an eagle descends with a half-alive faun in its talons. A flock of crows harass it, pulling at its wings. On the street, dogs tear at the faun, pulling the eagle down. It cries out. The whole thing is a mess.
I shout out at them.
The dogs are now children. The eagle has three heads.
Let it go! You idiots!
I run over. The eagle is a muscular male-ish human with three eagle heads. The children mob it. I kneel to it, like Areli would kneel to expose herneck-jack to a superior.
It stands before me. They are three and one.
"Eumenedies," Kindly Ones, I address her/it/them.
The children are gone. Rightly terrified.
This is when the fates/furies want to wed me.
The past, she is pleasant, genteel, young, curvy, and hiding something. Akin to Queen of Spring in the larp. I do not remember much of our courtship.
You are the fates. I finally admit I am mortal, and you are not for me to know.
The present. He and I are wed with a thick dark copper band. He is firm, strong, dark, short and... well he is present in the world.
The last time I saw the fates, before in a lucid dream where I invited them into my house, the second one was also strong and dark. But she wore the form of a family member.
I am not sure I want to wed him, especially as one time always succeeds the latter. I do not want to piss off or make jealous these things. Also, he's not my type. Nice guy though.
The band. It's big. big for one finger. Maybe for two. No now it's hugging my wrist.
He is soon to depart, for his sister to meet me. I do not want to lose this ring. I fear angering any member of the tryptych. I do not want to lose him, let alone alienate him. the future may be unsatisfactory, but it is secure. Will the ring fall off? I want to retain it.
But time does pass. And the future, she is pale, thin and dangerous.
In one pocket, my hand fumbles with the ring
Why do I want her? She asks.'
I trace my answer in three dimensions. A metal or clay cast, locked in styrofoam. Is the foam there to cushion shocks, or burn away in the foundry?
My first answer sounds too brash and I erase it.
Instead, I write, because you are dangerous and I kind of like that.
What will her reaction be? How will the present fell about me letting him go? Dare I know the future?
A buzzing sound. My cell receives a text. I awake
Last night, I released Areli. The time-traveller. The abductress. I was not able to fully honour her. Her aggression, her sex. But I learned from her. In particular, one way to sustainably live with watching bad things happen to people around you, then associating with people who do not understand that those bad things actually happen.
But holding on to her now was not good for me in some way.
Not for now. I gave her up for the sake of the future.
Other characters lie in the future; in larp and in life. One, in a different sense called a Fury, who, by her nature, fights. She causes strife. Not in an opening secret, buried int eh pat, as id Areli, but frankly and today. To deal with outstanding problems. She does not regret it. or apologize for it. She expects to be disliked. She takes those cold eyes as a compliment. Areli is powerful. But she is kinda dangerous.