Bad bad dream

[smokingboot]

For no reason at all.

We went to Jilly's last night, met evilwillow,deadmandancing, cyanidemigraine plus Tree, Claire and Rich all without lj I think. The music rocked, and I was on fire; I could have kept going all night, but we went home early cos larians was tired. So we went to sleep and I had a terrible dream.


In a huge room, looked a bit like New York Central Station as I recall it in The Fisher King, but much much bigger, full of people milling about. My mother had written a paper on cthuloid entities and how to avoid them. A professor-type gentleman mentioned the paper to me, and praised it. 'I was surprised though,' He said looking at me earnestly, 'That she put her real name to it.' As I looked round the room, it became clear that these entities were in the air, in the corners, coming up out of the floor, popping in and out of reality/the room/whatever. The people would scream and run, and then somehow forget and carry on milling around, herded until their shepherds grew hungry or bored and just grabbed a victim. It was all very Hieronymous Bosch, and indeed, I knew I was in Hell, but the whole thing felt more Lovecraftian than biblical. Suddenly I discovered I had wings; they sprouted from either side, I could barely see them but I could just make out that they were golden in colour and quite big.

There was a low door, and half walking, half lifted off the ground by these burgeoning wings (I was trying to keep them flat so's not to attract attention) I got to it and flew out.

The next was an even bigger room, with a higher ceiling; Less people though and more nasty things, but much more light coming in through the great stained glass/art nouveau windows. I felt that this was the route to escape, started looking for another door, and when I noticed it, realised I should go back and get my mother. She had been right all along, and once they knew she had written this paper, something horrible would pick her out especially. While I was concentrating on all this, I heard a sudden screech that tore the air, looked up and saw a flying monstrosity homing straight in on me. It looked so real as it swarmed right into my face! I flew back towards the door I had come through, the entity right behind me on a straight line, so I aimed myself at the top of the door frame and ducked suddenly to go through. The idiot creature hit itself on the lintel and crashed down, hurt. I was back in the old hell room. No sign of my mother. I woke up.

Comments

[bottomlescup.livejournal.com]

You always have such interesting dreams!

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

'Interesting' is one way to describe them - right now, I am going through a spate of what must be anxiety dreams - last night I dreamt of one of my front teeth falling out:-P