Very nasty indeed

[smokingboot]

So, June 2005 is clearly meteorological schizophrenia month; four days ago it was so cold I had to have the fire on in the front room. Now it is baking wet; wearing anything is horrible. Heat yes, humidity mmmmnot so sure...

We are living on barbequed food. I like that. And the moon is very bright and clear in the early evenings. I like that too. But perhaps the combination of sweltering heat and games of Cthulhu (we've just begun bad_moon_rising's fascinating campaign) isn't so good for me; last night's sleep was full of nightmares, the clearer of which I now record. I have always tried to keep this as a dream diary but don't expect anyone else to find it interesting; in fact, at one point there's perhaps too much info, so if you are easily bored/offended, best avoid this completely.



1st: A spirit being wanted me to channel it. It was an older man, grey haired, blue-grey eyes, harsh expression, used to being obeyed. Couldn't place his time but had the feeling of being some kind of minister/reverend once. He gave me all his details, name etc, and bade me not forget them but of course I did; I can only remember the syllable 'Rei.' He gave me his totemic signature (bizarre clumsy way of expressing this)which was the wolf, and indeed he seemed very wolflike, with his grey hair and his insistence, verging on ferocity, that I open the way to contact with him. Having said that, lauremer was with us yesterday, and he was wearing a timberwolf tee-shirt, so that's probably just a memory scrap. Either way, though I like wolves, I was very wary. He was neither gentle nor kind, and seemed to forget whose choice it actually was. I could feel no regard for me in his demands. I decided to wait and consider it for a while.

2nd; Sex with a vampire. I knew it was a vampire, he even had the stereotypical black widow's peak and mephistopholean goatee.(tmi here; somehow in the darkness, I could make out the defined shape of my labia; it has never turned up in my dreams before) The sex was good, worth the risk, and in any case, I reckoned I could sort him out if things got weird. The vampire chose its moment well; he was holding me down on a big bed, and swooped towards me, mouth open wide, obvious fangs glinting. I stabbed his hand with my concealed knife, he roared in pain, (clearly a somewhat crap vampire) released me for a second, and I rolled out from under him and ran out of the bedroom.

I raced down to the hotel checkout, only to find it was a supermarket as well, and I had to wait in line at the check out. The vampire (now blonde) and his faithful assistant came down to the checkout, and the woman in front of me (also blonde) screamed, to the bafflement of myself and the till assistant. She fell to her knees and said the Lord's Prayer; I was staring down at her wondering if she was me, and if somehow I had left my body. That was never answered. She got the Lord's Prayer slightly wrong (I said it to myself, and seemed to get it right or something) and the vampire and his assistant pounced on her and dragged her away to a small room.

I opened her shopping and found lots of dried fruit in it, mainly raspberries. I could hear her crying out and decided to go and help her; I felt a bit responsible as I had encouraged the dratted thing in the first place. At that moment, I was woken up by my love; seems I was making the usual 'Boot in nightmare,' distress noises.



So I've got the hot summer night, I've seen the wolf, all I need are the red roses.

On the other hand, maybe it's just too hot for all that. Pass me a burnt chicken drumstick.