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Do you need a bath? (One screwed up dream.)
14 years ago
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Did you ever see the frightened ones?
Did you ever hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever hear the falling bombs?
I have a distinct feeling that I will get to live out either my fondest dream, or worst nightmare, when I die. Why do I think this you ask? I have killed and tortured so many fictional characters by way of video games and writing, that half the seats in heaven must already be filled.
Last night I dreamed (Extraordinarily Vividly) that I was sitting in a Kitchen, watching out into farm fields. In front of me ran the characters from my latest story, playing in the grass.
As I watched, someone walked up behind me and spoke with an almost emotionless voice.
"If you want to join, them you need a bath."
It picked me up and set me in the sink.
Now many of you don't know, but my father loves to cook. It's one of his many passions. He has long wanted a restaurant grade kitchen, including several massive sinks. I am talking half a single person shower sized basins.
I turned around to face this person, I was standing about waist high in the sink. They had no face. They turned on a sprayer nozzle and started hosing me down with it.
With their free hand they pushed me down on my butt and sprayed the hose into my hair. I started feeling really weird. The water was not too hot, but it was really warm.
They took a label-less bottle and covered my back in the cold gel it held. Then they started rubbing and lathering it like soap or shampoo. As they worked it into a nice foam, the skin underneath seemed to peel away to reveal a soft layer of fur. Everywhere they washed began to react the same way. I sat speechless as I watched my humanity washed away with each rinse of the hose and rub of their hands. Eventually I was a human body covered in fur, but that wasn't the end of it.
They took out another bottle, and talked again, I don't know how without a mouth but I heard it clearly.
"You don't want to get fleas or ticks. We need to treat you." It was another kind of shampoo. They worked it into each inch of my fur. They kneaded my hands and feet into canine paws, then massaged my arms and legs till they were in the right shapes and proportions. I was forced to sit on my haunches in the basin. Everywhere they worked this new shampoo, my body changed to be canine in form.
It felt like an hour later, the smell of coconuts, baby powder, and wet dog filled the room. I was still in the sink, and they used a massive hair blower type thing on me. Water droplets flew everywhere and I shook my body to get dry in the warm breeze.
They picked me out of the sink and set me on the floor. I was only as tall as their wrists which hung limp by their side, the job done.
The faceless being leaned in and said.
"Go bark."
I woke up to a few IM's and started writing this journal. I have to keep this dream. I don't know why, I just feel like it is important.
Last night I dreamed (Extraordinarily Vividly) that I was sitting in a Kitchen, watching out into farm fields. In front of me ran the characters from my latest story, playing in the grass.
As I watched, someone walked up behind me and spoke with an almost emotionless voice.
"If you want to join, them you need a bath."
It picked me up and set me in the sink.
Now many of you don't know, but my father loves to cook. It's one of his many passions. He has long wanted a restaurant grade kitchen, including several massive sinks. I am talking half a single person shower sized basins.
I turned around to face this person, I was standing about waist high in the sink. They had no face. They turned on a sprayer nozzle and started hosing me down with it.
With their free hand they pushed me down on my butt and sprayed the hose into my hair. I started feeling really weird. The water was not too hot, but it was really warm.
They took a label-less bottle and covered my back in the cold gel it held. Then they started rubbing and lathering it like soap or shampoo. As they worked it into a nice foam, the skin underneath seemed to peel away to reveal a soft layer of fur. Everywhere they washed began to react the same way. I sat speechless as I watched my humanity washed away with each rinse of the hose and rub of their hands. Eventually I was a human body covered in fur, but that wasn't the end of it.
They took out another bottle, and talked again, I don't know how without a mouth but I heard it clearly.
"You don't want to get fleas or ticks. We need to treat you." It was another kind of shampoo. They worked it into each inch of my fur. They kneaded my hands and feet into canine paws, then massaged my arms and legs till they were in the right shapes and proportions. I was forced to sit on my haunches in the basin. Everywhere they worked this new shampoo, my body changed to be canine in form.
It felt like an hour later, the smell of coconuts, baby powder, and wet dog filled the room. I was still in the sink, and they used a massive hair blower type thing on me. Water droplets flew everywhere and I shook my body to get dry in the warm breeze.
They picked me out of the sink and set me on the floor. I was only as tall as their wrists which hung limp by their side, the job done.
The faceless being leaned in and said.
"Go bark."
I woke up to a few IM's and started writing this journal. I have to keep this dream. I don't know why, I just feel like it is important.
KitsuKyo
~kitsukyo
Hmm... That's kind of interesting considering the symbolism. Perhaps it could mean that change is comming from an unknown source. Possibly life changing. I wanna say it will be in a way to make you happy. Either that, or it would make for an interesting plot twist in your story.
Zaf
~zafuyu
interesting....that sounds like really cool
