But I've had a lot on my mind, and dreams are hard enough to remember as it is. Still, there are a few that still ring in my mind. Some not so clear, others I can stand to forget.
To start off with, the first night I spent in Hawaii, I immediately called dibs on the fold out bed in the living room, and drifted blissfully off to sleep in solitary peace. I don't remember much of that dream, except that it started off like a camera panning down through a kind of a futuristic city. The walls and structures built into it were reminiscent of the forerunner constructs in Halo, with that same bluish glow along the walls. The place was like a massive apartment complex.
Soon the "camera" panned through a window into one of the apartments. It looked pretty typical, kind of a Pueblo style architecture inside, which didn't exactly clash with the exterior, but didn't really compliment it either. It was strange to see all the same, especially the adobe petroglyphs on tiles mounted in rows along the white wall.
There were a few guys in black pin stripe suits and fedoras standing around. I think they were even wearing spats. One had a black gun pointed at me, and he told me to translate the symbols rather sternly. I looked around, not seeing a good chance to escape or fight, so I looked to the tiles on the wall trying to make some sense of them.
As I looked on, some of the tiles seemed to almost pop out at me, and some kind of message made it self known in my mind. One tile in particular came close, and one of the suits said "He's doing that Da Vinci Code thing again". I don't recall doing so before, and I feel I can write better than Dan Brown any day of the week, but my vexation at that comment evaporated as the tile of concentric squares came up to me. It was the letter J.
My cell phone went off right next to my face. I had set it early so I could get up in time for the flight. Guess I forgot to turn off the alarm once we got here. The sun wasn't even up, and the room was nearly pitch black. Surprisingly, I had no trouble rolling over and going back to sleep. I didn't have any more dreams that I can remember, but now that I think about it, I'm going to take a look at an old computer game. Those symbols reminded me of the handbook to The Land of the Green Isles. Extra points if you know what that refers to.
The next dream is as close to a nightmare as I've had in awhile. Fear is something I've been quite familiar with as a child. These days I don't feel it as much as I probably should. Even a dream that would otherwise be quite frightening.
I was back at my old house. We did some remodeling on it to add a laundry room and an office to the back. We would occasionally have a grandparent or aunt live with us for a time, so the back office would be converted to a bedroom for me or I would share it with my brother.
The dream took place during one of these periods as I can see my bed along the wall by the door, my brother's by the window, and a desk with the computers across from my bed. And right on my bed was an old laptop my father used for work. When he left it home, I used to practice cracking my way in and I'd play around with it. Descent II was one of my favorite games on there, but instead of a game, it displayed a jagged wave pattern in a vivid red, like on an oscillator screen.
Suddenly I felt a stabbing pain throughout my entire body. It felt like I was struck by lightning, the worst of it stabbing like a needle into my brain. I could feel my muscles constricting, yet I was forced to stretch out my limbs. I was standing as if I froze in the middle of a jumping jack, and a voice came from the laptop saying I was under it's control.
You'd figure at this point I'd start to feel a bit scared. Even a little bit. But rather I was pissed. Yet for all the rage and fury in me, I could strain as much as I want, but my body wouldn't respond, seemingly moving on it's own while the voice on the laptop taunted me for my inability to control myself. It even had me spin around like a top for a few moments.
Suddenly I stopped, and my body almost fell through the door. Instead of the laundry room, I emerged in a room bathed in blue light, rather like the dream I had back in Hawaii. The place definitely looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, or game. I found myself at the top of a short series of steps. And to my left, sitting just a few feet away, was a familiar looking sight.
I never expected to see her again. I still don't know who she is, she didn't offer a name this time either. Though instead of jeans and a sweat shirt, in this dream she was wearing a flowing white gown. I could still feel my muscles strain as I made my way towards her. I wasn't under complete control, but wherever I was, I could fight whatever was influencing my motions. The pain was nearly gone, and it felt like walking through a swimming pool.
She looked up at me and shook her head, saying something like, "I see you're having a little trouble". I can't remember exactly, but she said something like that, and in a playful, almost teasing tone, with a smile to match. I didn't mind a little teasing from her. I said something, called her something, a name, a title, I can't remember. But she nodded, told me to expect some pain, and that I'll have to keep fighting.
She reached out to me, splaying her fingers before grasping the top of my head. Then she seized it in a vice-like grip, causing a searing pain to spread through me. I swore I could feel the ridges of my brain pressing against my skull with the pressure. The feeling didn't go away when she released me, it felt just like the original jolt that caused me to be controlled in the first place. But it had the opposite effect, allowing me to move my own body again.
She turned away from me, telling me to go back and fight once more before raising a hood over her head and walking down the steps. There was a flash of white and I was back in my room. The laptop still displayed the jagged red oscillator image, and the voice mocking my return. I could feel it trying to seize control over my body, and I resisted. Through the pain, I was able to hold it off when the image of a cell phone came to mind. I was still puzzled by that thought when I woke up, seeing the alarm on my phone had gone off in front of my face again.
"Demons!"
That was what she said when I had told her about this dream. Green-eyes had read a book from her boyfriend on the subject, and apparently what I had described, the feeling of a malevolent force controlling ones body, is a symptom of demonic possession. Then again, her boyfriend is a weirdo that actually worshiped demons, apparently. That might make him knowledgeable, but it also makes him a grade A nutjob in my eyes. She sure knows how to pick 'em... I'd just as soon chalk it up to a strange bout of sleep paralysis.
However, I didn't tell her about the girl. She's shown up twice before in my dreams, and each time she's something of an enigma. And I still haven't figured out what role she's supposed to play in my sub conscious, if any. The only other example of a recurring character I've had in the past was my Gray Maiden. Could she be a replacement, perhaps?
I never could understand women...
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