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14 years ago
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I had a dream the other night that I was possessed. Metaphysically, not by something solid. A spirit, if you will. Don't know who or what it was or why it was doing it, but it was. I was thrashing and choking and making odd noises, moving without my want in odd seizures. Two of my brothers sat nearby and tried to help, but were unable to do much of anything. The most they could do was to hold me on the couch in the den and make sure I didn't hurt myself.
Then the room shifted, and with a rumble it turned into an extremely large cave. My two brothers fled, though whether in fear or not was unknown. I got up, standing calm, but still possessed and so not acting of my own freewill. I was standing on a large, flat raised platform, like a plateau, made of stone. A gigantic creature had risen from the depths of the cave, made of tentacles, eyes, and wings, with a large, gaping mouth. It roared, shaking the cave, and began to attack me. Possessed, I somehow conjured up a bow and arrows, dodging and firing away, like something taken right from a video game.
Eventually, the arrows turned to fire, and I shot flaming bolts at the creature's delicate wings and sagging sacs of flesh. It burst several pod-like appendages on its body, and it let out a cry of defeat and sank slowly, majestically, out of sight to die alone on the cave floors. As it did so, its tentacles caught and tore several stalactites from the ceiling. The cave rumbled once more, and began to come down all around me. I'd be crushed soon if I couldn't get out.
I turned to go, but came face-to-face with an ugly old crone, who watched me from under a shade of stringy hay hair, and spoke to me in a mumble, pointing a long-nailed finger at me. It had something to do with my possession, but I do not recall it. I turned away from her, and everything went black.
I woke up then, but in the dream still. I was back on the couch, and my two brothers were nearby, watching me worriedly. I got up, quite calm now, but still not myself. I was still possessed, but it was less violent. Perhaps I had given up within my own mind, given in and was letting whatever force had me in its grip control me. I kept my head down, long hair that I normally don't have hiding my face, and went to the kitchen to help my family prepare our diner for the day. The diner was built into the house, merging with the kitchen where our sitting room would normally be. I began to set out napkins and silverware without word or trouble. My two brothers followed, and began to do their regular chores as well, but still watched me worriedly and whispered among themselves.
I woke up again, this time for real, but I still believed I was in the dream, so tossed and turned, having seizures and whimpering out choking noises under my breath, my body jerking of its own accord. I drifted in and out of a black daze, still believing I was asleep, until finally my room came into focus hours later.
I hate waking up in dreams. It makes everything feel like a lie. Who's to know what being possessed by a faceless thing meant? Who's to say I'm not possessed by that thing all the time, awake or asleep, and without it is to turn myself over to madness?
Perhaps I'm still dreaming.
More later.
Then the room shifted, and with a rumble it turned into an extremely large cave. My two brothers fled, though whether in fear or not was unknown. I got up, standing calm, but still possessed and so not acting of my own freewill. I was standing on a large, flat raised platform, like a plateau, made of stone. A gigantic creature had risen from the depths of the cave, made of tentacles, eyes, and wings, with a large, gaping mouth. It roared, shaking the cave, and began to attack me. Possessed, I somehow conjured up a bow and arrows, dodging and firing away, like something taken right from a video game.
Eventually, the arrows turned to fire, and I shot flaming bolts at the creature's delicate wings and sagging sacs of flesh. It burst several pod-like appendages on its body, and it let out a cry of defeat and sank slowly, majestically, out of sight to die alone on the cave floors. As it did so, its tentacles caught and tore several stalactites from the ceiling. The cave rumbled once more, and began to come down all around me. I'd be crushed soon if I couldn't get out.
I turned to go, but came face-to-face with an ugly old crone, who watched me from under a shade of stringy hay hair, and spoke to me in a mumble, pointing a long-nailed finger at me. It had something to do with my possession, but I do not recall it. I turned away from her, and everything went black.
I woke up then, but in the dream still. I was back on the couch, and my two brothers were nearby, watching me worriedly. I got up, quite calm now, but still not myself. I was still possessed, but it was less violent. Perhaps I had given up within my own mind, given in and was letting whatever force had me in its grip control me. I kept my head down, long hair that I normally don't have hiding my face, and went to the kitchen to help my family prepare our diner for the day. The diner was built into the house, merging with the kitchen where our sitting room would normally be. I began to set out napkins and silverware without word or trouble. My two brothers followed, and began to do their regular chores as well, but still watched me worriedly and whispered among themselves.
I woke up again, this time for real, but I still believed I was in the dream, so tossed and turned, having seizures and whimpering out choking noises under my breath, my body jerking of its own accord. I drifted in and out of a black daze, still believing I was asleep, until finally my room came into focus hours later.
I hate waking up in dreams. It makes everything feel like a lie. Who's to know what being possessed by a faceless thing meant? Who's to say I'm not possessed by that thing all the time, awake or asleep, and without it is to turn myself over to madness?
Perhaps I'm still dreaming.
More later.
