This is the carrier of my dreams. The cocoon that contains the butterfly.
This is the carrier of my dreams. The cocoon that contains the butterfly.
Just before I was woken, I remember (in the dream I knew everyone) this guy tossing up a (potato?) in between two roofs so a girl could try to hit it with a long stick that reminds me (now, not then) of a fly swatter with a very long handle. Another guy (who seems now a mixture of my brother and my cousin) was hurrying the first; they had been trying to leave for quite some time.
I had just returned from a very strange place that I believe I thought of as a game after I left. I only saw a small bit of it. There were arrows shooting through empty window-sized squares in a narrow hallway that was open to the sky. The stone was dark grey, and aged. In (I think) an attempt to avoid the arrows, I accidentally became somewhat incorporeal, and slid through the floor and wall to see these very black cubes that had giant mouths with many pointed teeth. A mouth would cover one side of a cube (which was probably a third of my size or bigger) but sometimes a single mouth would spread across what would have been several cubes otherwise. These cubes were to one side of what seemed to be a chasm. After I ‘left’ to tell my brother(/cousin?).
I have a vague recollection from before that (it felt we had been doing important things prior). Some people got to go on a vacation I didn’t, I think. Somewhere tropical. I may have ‘gone’ with them to see, but not the idea of me, I guess. I remember several naked men (who I knew) exploring a watery cave that had a great deal of plant life around.
I dreamed I was a spunky orphan. I was swimming in a lake (which I thought of as my lake). Two boats were going around the outside of the Lake, holding up sticks but with no lines on them. They were staying exactly opposite each other. The lake was fairly small, and they would both pass me often. So I swam up to them, inquiring what they were doing. They wouldn’t tell me, but I noticed that their sticks had long thin strings dangling from them, sort of like spider web. The lines were very long, dragging through the water. I figured they must be fishing for something very small, maybe for the small little worms that lived in the lake. I climbed onto the east shore, and met a littler girl there (I was probably 10-11, she was 7-8) who had been fishing too. I think we sort of became friends. I followed her, because I didn’t have much else to do, and I wondered what the reason for fishing the worms was.
We went up to a large house, and the door was answered by a beautiful dark skinned young woman. She greeted the girl fondly, and me kindly. The girl offered up her stick proudly, and the woman congratulated her, and ushered her inside. I told her that the worms had swam into my eyes a long time ago, sort of wondering whether she wanted them, since I didn’t care if they were in there or not. I also had minor speculation that having them in my eyes was a big deal, though whether good or bad I wasn’t sure.
She looked at me strangely, with a considering look, and brought me inside to. I learned the worms were called dream worms, and had special properties. The woman began to pull the strands (worms) from the girl’s stick, one at a time, making sure to get each one carefully. They were very small and thinking, almost translucent. They were smaller than a hair. Then she found that they had been making cocoons on the stick, and she became incredibly excited. She told the girl that she would have a lot of money this time, far more than she usually got paid. (I think the girl was a homeless orphan too) She had us follow her further into the house so she could share the news with someone. During this trip, I was told that the dream worms only attach to a certain kind of person who has special abilities.
Part of the way there, the house was attacked by two different forces of several people. They either wanted dream silk, or the money that came from it, I believe. She had a tablet that displayed them coming through a hallway, and she told the hallway floor to open up and trap them below. They all ended up holding onto walls and whatnot though, sustaining no damage. She was frustrated, and went to look for more help, forgetting about us. On her way up the stairs, she stroked her belly button, which changed depending on the spirit totem things on the wall that she was calling. A thick, heavy serpent was her belly button then, just three inches or so showing, and could be seen crawling through her. I was interested in this. On the floor were several broken pieces technology, somehow there because of the attack. A man was there watching me, but he belonged in the house. I picked up a tablet similar to the woman’s, but a little longer. It was broken, but the longer I held it and pressed at its buttons, the closer it got to working. The man was a little surprised, when it finally came on, and said something along the lines of technology magician. I didn’t understand the words he used when I was in the dream, but got the gist of it. I went up the stairs the lady had went, assuming that direction was safe. I messed with the tablet on the way, noticing that it had a sort of control thing to do with me. Curious, I glanced it over, and recognized it as similar to skill screens in video games (here at least. I’m not sure what games there would have been like). I immediately began to allot skill points to magic or intellect, maybe summoning? I’m not sure what it was called, but it seemed to hold all those within it. Along the way, I saw screens on the wall displaying different information, and near the end I found one that seemed to display the amount of experience I had, and how I was allotting it to magic. There was also a screen that displayed what the points I was allotting were giving me. The animal summoning that the woman had been doing was available at the very first level, and I was several through the next level, having supposedly gained several abilities along the way. I was very excited. I figured I could get those screens on my tablet, but I hadn’t done that yet.
Then the dream took a turn for the less interesting. I was in a room with my family, my aunt Sue was being a royal bitch to everyone, though I think she was also my aunt Teddy. There were some weird complications going on. My aunt Brenda was there, my mom, dad, sister, a couple cousins, maybe an uncle too. I was trying to look at porn and get somewhere private to masturbate but it wasn’t working very well. I woke up a little after that.
Last night in my dream I had a date with the devil. It was incredible and fun and sexy. We did whatever we wanted.
He was something of a bear most of the time, but I didn’t mind. He was a little on the older side, but that didn’t bother me either, especially since I knew he was incredibly older than whatever body he was using. The whole time I knew he was evil, and it did nothing but turn me on. I didn’t care about what path I was going down, or the things I was doing.
We broke into a lady’s house. He was looking for something, I didn’t know what. She saw us breaking in, and just called the police. She was oddly nonchalant. After he picked the lock, he wandered around for a while looking for it, while I stood near the door, ready to call if the cops were coming, and also in an easy place to run, because I was a little worried he would leave me behind so I got caught for the crime. He strangled the woman for a while, though I don’t think he killed her. I wasn’t sure for a long time, though I didn’t really care. I think he found my lack judgment sexy. I was being fatalistic, and I know that everyone is going to die, and it doesn’t really matter how it happens.
We walked down the street for a ways, and then inserted ourselves into a group of my sudo friends, so that the cops wouldn’t see two men who fit the description walking alone together. After a while we just started making out in the middle of the street, basking in the thrill of possibly being hit by a car. I ground against his hard cock, and he held me in my arms and I let my body do the sexy things it was meant to do, and he found it attractive.
After a while, I grew a little despondent about the nature of life. I asked him if other worlds were real, or if this was actually the only reality, if this was all there was. He smiled sadly at me, a look that said this world had done a number on me, and he was sorry for it. He told me “You’re mystical too.” in a way that included me in with the difference between him and normal humans. That line hit me hard.
We talked about many things. At one point I remember him telling me cocaine was the mages drug, it made them all aether mode. He wore sunglasses the whole time, and told me that his eyes were fire filled pits that would blind me if I looked into them. I thought that was pretty awesome, though I really wanted to look into his eyes.
He wanted me to come over, but he had to do something first, and left. He never gave me a rendezvous point. I had my sister give me a ride, and just searched for him with my abilities. I found him buried in the snow, somewhere way out of town. Once I dug him out, he thawed, and began to smile at me. I knew I had passed a test, and smiled too. He didn’t have any sunglasses, and while I was pleased, I asked him why not firey pits and burning. He said he still had them, but he had made them immaterial and invisible, so they wouldn’t get in the way. My sister left, but two of her friends stayed with us, I’m still not sure why. They just watched us. I tried to get rid of them by ignoring them. I started giving Satan a blowjob, he liked it when I deep throated and made little noises. The others just watched and when asked, said they didn’t mind. It occurred to me that maybe they were gay too, so I asked general questions about threesomes and orgies. Satan didn’t seem very into threesomes, but it might have been because he wasn’t into the guy. The other guy hardly existed.
Then we were riding back to his house in a truck. I was looking forward to doing cocaine with him, sex with him, and I had begun hoping that he would show me things about magic too.
Unfortunately, we ran into a bunch of high school kids walking home from school, and ended up giving them a ride. I was fairly annoyed. He started to dye on girl’s hair, and I was a little interested, but was more interested in the things I mentioned earlier. I woke up a little after that.
I had an interesting dream while napping.
I had a pet dragon who was orange. We were very close. We did shows (or competitions or something) together. One day, my dragon’s cousin found out about our relationship, and in a fit of jealousy decided to take his place. Now, he wasn’t evil, but he was raised in the blasted north where there was constantly war and poverty. I felt sorry for him most of the time, except when I first discovered him attempting to take my dragons place. I could tell he smelled different, and the initial smell revolted me. I very nearly hurt him asking where my dragon had gone. I remember seeing him with charred spines flying just above the balcony of a mansion (I was inside looking out) over the vast land of the blasted north. There were mountains and volcanoes. Anyway, he led me through the house, which belonged to my ancestors, to a basement room where he had locked up my dragon. I think I referred to my dragon by his name in my dream, like a friend instead of ownership. We talked on the way there. But after we left the basement, we entered a massive underground room that was probably used for balls and dances, maybe ceremonies and rituals too. There stood my great uncle, an evil man that my dead parents had forbade me to speak or deal with. The other dragon flew to his side, and together they demanded that I give them my ancient wand, the one that had been passed through my family for generations and was incredibly powerful. They said they would let me and my dragon live if I complied. However, I knew that he would destroy everything if I allowed him to do so, and I didn’t care about dying. With fire in my voice, I denied it to him, and knowing he could overpower me, I cast the wand heavenwards, calling to my ancestors to destroy it. A great ring of clouds appeared in the ballroom, and swallowed the wand, lightning crackling within them. My great uncle roared in rage, and went to dive for me. However, he was quickly halted by the silent rise of over a hundred spheres from the floor. I had known this was coming, for the call to destroy the great wand also activated the houses defence systems. I did try to save my dragon, but really it was just the thrill of running before the end. Thousands of bullets pierced my body, I could feel that all burn through me, horizontally. I kept running (in the unreasonable dream fashion) wondering why I hadn’t been completely shredded by such all encompassing damage. (Speculation now would be that the bullets did not harm those of my bloodline, but I wasn’t aware of that fact in my dreams, and the dragon was also safe so… Whatever) We made it outside,and circled the building. I woke up after that.
I remember bits and pieces of my dreams really clearly.
I was drowning in the ocean. I could see a long ways over the ocean to the horizon. It was night. There were people I knew in the distance, playing with waterproof plastic lightsabers. I was too tired to swim anymore; I sank to the bottom and lost consciousness. I regained consciousness in the arms of a guy pulling me up, and swimming very quickly. I thanked him in a much calmer voice than one would usually use in the situation.
Four friends and I were on a boat. I believe the boat was mine or my suggestion. I think we were just supposed to sail around a little, but instead, I had some device or control over the boat. I took us up to Portland.
After Portland, I considered going home. But I was feeling rebellious, and I wanted to travel. I picked somewhere close that we could return from fairly quickly. Looking at the map I had access too, which was really rather strange as all the land masses were stuck together, and chose Alaska. We got there very quickly and we ended up on land, unlike in Portland. We drove a truck into town, the land was fairly flat here, snow and dirt. They wanted to explore too. We had a lot of fun.
I dreamed I was in a talent show last night.
It was a high school, though not the one I went to. People I went with were there, however. I danced with a couple people. The guy was naked and our dance got very sexual. My hand made its way between his cheeks several times. He and I both enjoyed it.
Afterwards, I was outside at some tables, and was approached by an old high school crush. He told me I danced really well. I think there was insinuation that he was attracted to me because of it. I’m pretty sure we left together.
At a different point I had a chameleon that lost it’s hands, but kept trying to climb things anyway. It liked to wander the mini hills nearby, terrorizing the sheep that grazed there.
I had a dream I was in another world. I entered through some sort of window but can’t remember it. I remembered going right, so I went left. There was a highway in a forest. A nun in a motorcycle that was red and bigger that her rode by, looking at me. I walked uphill towards a sort of resort thing. It was like a hotel but like a hunting lodge sort of? An old lady came up the hill behind me, and told me the walk up had recently become a Saint Patricks Day tradition thing. I went the rest of the way with her. The man who owned the hotel greeted us. The highway passed through and below his hotel. The lady wanted to play a card game, but the man said he was busy and had no time for such things. We three went upstairs and to the left, sitting at an outdoor table on a bridge like area. We nearly started playing cards. I realized the man was going to eat us. He was very creepy looking, though I didn’t notice until then. He had shaggy black hair are wide, round eyes. I felt that I knew who he was, and if I could just remember, I could figure out how to stop him from eating us.
I had a dream that Satan was my mentor.
I lived in this run down city with many other students. There were probably fifty. The sky was always a red sort of overcast. We usually stayed in one well left building, but during our free time we wandered around.
I don’t think many of us actually chose to be there, though I’m not sure how we arrived. We might have been orphans.
The Devil lived there with us, and taught is things. He was sly and devious, cunning and treacherous. I desired the knowledge I could gain from him, but feared for my morality and mental stability. He was very, very good at what he was doing. He wanted to corrupt us, but he also wanted us competent and capable, mindful.
Fighting with him was not a good idea. The most powerful guy among us occasionally got into his way, and was punished horribly for it.
One time he was punished was shortly after I received my first tooth. I had recently learned to fly. I was one of the newest arrivals, and I was one of the quickest to learn there, though there was no animosity about it from the others. They all congratulated me. The Devil ran me through some tests, and then deemed me ready.
He took me to a little sort of restaurant above everything, and gave me a bowl of what seemed like dry brownie mix. It tasted good. Some students flew by the window and waved in, and I smiled at them so they could see my new elongated tooth. The one to the left of my right canine tooth grew long and pointed, about the size of my canine tooth. This was the measure for skill and level of training that we had.
Shortly thereafter, the Devil was doing something that me and the other guy couldn’t stand for. We, along with a couple other people, devised a way to stop him. At the end, the guy and I sat on the floor next to each other, and he lay his head on my shoulder. A warm attachment had grown during the fight, and he knew what price he had payed for defiance.
After our little skirmish succeeded, the Devil was very angry. He knew who had been the leader, and the main brains. He looked at me disapprovingly and with disappointment, but took the other guy by the hand and led him into a bedroom.
For a moment, I was slightly jealous. Sex with the Devil sounded hot.
It did not last long.
We all heard him screaming. The Devil forced him to yell out strange things while he raped him, and we could clearly hear every word. I’m pretty sure that the Devil made him enjoy it sometimes as well, just to fuck him up emotionally.
I could not sit and listen. He had just risked himself to help us, and there was no way I wasn’t going to do the same for him.
I flew across the house, to the other students jeering about me being gay, going to help my little faggot friend. I recall thinking that homosexual prejudice was odd, in a place like this. They may have done the same thing regardless of the nature of any relationship between me and the person I was saving. They had probably been taught to jeer.
I can’t remember what happened after. I think I may have rescued him, with the help of a woman who wasn’t living there. He was not truly saved, but was at least temporarily freed from further torment. It still had happened.
I was in the woods with the woman and him. We discussed staying and going. She was of course leaving, she didn’t live here and would not. She wasn’t all good, but she was a great deal closer than the Devil. He wanted to stay. He knew he made it easier on the other students, and they needed someone like him around to take the falls. It broke my heart, to see him willing to sacrifice himself, so soon after what had happened. It wasn’t his first time either.
I was undecided. I truly feared that I would become cruel or wicked or evil if I stayed. The woman said she could teach me almost all of what I could learn here. She didn’t seem particularly pleased to have someone come with her though. I didn’t want to leave him all on his own, either.
I woke up shortly after.
Last night I dreamed I was in a punk club with a couple people from camp.
Specifically, Ashley (male) was sitting on my left. We were sitting against the right wall, which was painted black. There were two more friends to my right. Fooling around, he lifted my hips up, and massaged the area just to the left of my anus. I wasn’t wearing pants for this. I tried not be obvious, and get a boner. This was similar in the dream to how some people will joke at gay things. I did not succeed in my attempt at flaccidity. He set me back down, and then laughed and vocally made fun of my nearly getting an erection at sudo being fingered. The others chuckled, and I retaliated quickly. I could clearly see his erection, and grabbed it through his pants, saying he DID get at erection at sudo fingering me. The others laughed harder, and then there was a certain silence between Ashley and I. I had not let go of his dick. The air was charged, and I glanced over towards the bathroom.
We would have gone, but the bathroom was small and the band was finishing up. I remember thinking the band would be famous one day. We helped close down the club, and then we were headed out to the car. Ashley and I would be sitting in the back seat.
I woke up before we got there.
Last night, I dreamed I was a dying god. Several gods, even.
My lover lost her head. It rolled beneath the bed. Distraught, I told my other self to find it. Alas, he was rather inadequate. He searched and he searched. He looked to the stars, he shook the sky. He tore the stars from the night, in anguish from his plight. He was the god of luck, and holy fuck, he was pissed. He died that day, filled with the light of the universe.
I passed into the world, to go to his shrine. I found not only his, but mine. A third lay beside ours, stone coffin-like structures, memorials for forgotten gods. It was Halloween that night, and a going women was there. She offered me some grapes, and I thanked her, but informed her that only the living could eat.
Her eyes lit up, she knew I spoke the truth, and she was experiencing something she always wanted to happen. I smiled at her, and drifted down the hill, the castle looming behind me. The dark forest swallowed me, clearly a part of the human world. A car drove by.