Dreams again and always
So, once again I am having weird messed up dreams.. as always and usual. Granted, I don't think I've ever had one that flouted the end of the world in such vivid and dramatic full technicolour.
There's a demon out there.. or demons.. demonic horde?
It starts out with me trying to cadge some sleep, which is about all the time these days, because I'm always tired. Anyway..
So, I'm trying to get some good rest, and I hear footsteps.. and for some reason, I'm terrified of these footsteps, so I'm playing the old 'possum' game again, pretending to be asleep, and hoping they'll pass me by, whilest saying the prayer to Saint Michael over and over in my head...and..the footsteps pause right by where I'm sleeping as if they're mocking me, silently knowing that I am pretending to be asleep, and totally unafraid of my mental prayers. Then, they continue on..
The scene repeats itself over and over again, adding characters to my cast: two sisters, one brother, three sisters.. one brother.. the brother is possessed of a demon and stalking the sisters through the house, but passes the door in which they're hiding behind so he can beat on the father who is old and not as strong.
Scene starts over, and as soon as I hear the brother's footsteps coming, I am filled with dread.. we're all sleeping in one room.. the sisters and I, and we're all fleeing ahead of the brother who is possessed of a demon and unafraid of Saint Michael apparently..because he's gone viral.. in a very real sense.. anyone who touches him is infected by this demon/virus.
Father is old and infirm, and chooses to stay behind while his daughters go through the panic room door and sign an ornamental dragon scroll thing with pens that use their blood. The lock is keyed to only those with blood pens and the brother doesn't have one..
However, somehow, even the lock isn't failsafe, and we're constantly going through more doors and through a maze of rooms where.. people are fleeing from this virus, or dying from this virus, or skeletonized because they died from this virus and it's all dark and gothic and creepy with the constant persuant footsteps behind and imminent death and gloom ahead.
Finally, I arrive above ground, and for the first time realize that I ~was~ underground.. and everyone aboveground is also either fleeing this demon/virus or dying from it.. and I'm the only survivor left of my family, greeted by people who are dead or dying or losing hope.
Cast of characters:
me, my brother, my sister (who for some reason was still a child), and several sisters I didn't know I had, who were all tall and gorgeous actress style people..an army of dying soldiers, all willing to fling themselves in front of my brother to help me escape.. a cameo appearance from Grant from Ghost Hunters.. (probably because that's what I was watching before bed.)
Clearly, my brain has little else to do but treat me to macabre horror movie dreams.
There's a demon out there.. or demons.. demonic horde?
It starts out with me trying to cadge some sleep, which is about all the time these days, because I'm always tired. Anyway..
So, I'm trying to get some good rest, and I hear footsteps.. and for some reason, I'm terrified of these footsteps, so I'm playing the old 'possum' game again, pretending to be asleep, and hoping they'll pass me by, whilest saying the prayer to Saint Michael over and over in my head...and..the footsteps pause right by where I'm sleeping as if they're mocking me, silently knowing that I am pretending to be asleep, and totally unafraid of my mental prayers. Then, they continue on..
The scene repeats itself over and over again, adding characters to my cast: two sisters, one brother, three sisters.. one brother.. the brother is possessed of a demon and stalking the sisters through the house, but passes the door in which they're hiding behind so he can beat on the father who is old and not as strong.
Scene starts over, and as soon as I hear the brother's footsteps coming, I am filled with dread.. we're all sleeping in one room.. the sisters and I, and we're all fleeing ahead of the brother who is possessed of a demon and unafraid of Saint Michael apparently..because he's gone viral.. in a very real sense.. anyone who touches him is infected by this demon/virus.
Father is old and infirm, and chooses to stay behind while his daughters go through the panic room door and sign an ornamental dragon scroll thing with pens that use their blood. The lock is keyed to only those with blood pens and the brother doesn't have one..
However, somehow, even the lock isn't failsafe, and we're constantly going through more doors and through a maze of rooms where.. people are fleeing from this virus, or dying from this virus, or skeletonized because they died from this virus and it's all dark and gothic and creepy with the constant persuant footsteps behind and imminent death and gloom ahead.
Finally, I arrive above ground, and for the first time realize that I ~was~ underground.. and everyone aboveground is also either fleeing this demon/virus or dying from it.. and I'm the only survivor left of my family, greeted by people who are dead or dying or losing hope.
Cast of characters:
me, my brother, my sister (who for some reason was still a child), and several sisters I didn't know I had, who were all tall and gorgeous actress style people..an army of dying soldiers, all willing to fling themselves in front of my brother to help me escape.. a cameo appearance from Grant from Ghost Hunters.. (probably because that's what I was watching before bed.)
Clearly, my brain has little else to do but treat me to macabre horror movie dreams.