WolfWhoSings
September 27th, 2008, 05:10 PM
(Allow me to begin my re-inaugural post by apologising for not being around as much as I should have over the summer. It's been "interesting times." Stoopid Chinese historians.)
(That's a joke. I can interpret it if you like. I mean no offense to anyone be they Chinese, historians or even stoopid.)
(But if you're stoopid you might should go read something else. Just sayin')
*Ahem* ANYhoo... Over the last month or two I have been having nightmares like crazy. Having a normal "Do what now?" dream is actually more rare and noticable. Floods. Destruction. Robots. Loss. Sick pets. Lost pets. Sinister, hymn singing, sledgehammer wielding clowns. Packs of cannibal children. Hollow chickens.
You know, the usual.
I dreamt last night that I was in some confined space, like I was lying on my stomach in an air vent. My hands were out of the vent and holding onto the wrists of a young, blond girl (think Carol Ann from Poltergiest). This young girl happened to be possessed by some frightening force.
I recited what mantras, prayers, and chants I knew, pulling from pretty much everywhere, but I could tell that not only was it having no effect, but she/it was trying to work on me as well.
[Cut scene]
I am in a bedroom, not mine, with a dark brown rug. The bed is white. I have the girl by the wrist again and am pulling her out from under the bed, while myself being on the floor as well.
She comes out, sliding up next to me and I feel a wrongness in my right side, at my ribs. Her little cold hand has slipped something into me there, past my skin. I have no idea what it is, but I doubt it's a good thing.
[Cut scene - perhaps even use a fancy wipe for interest]
I am at a long former workplace. There are some old skool computers - reel to reel data tapes and the like, including an elaborate tape reading machine I've never seen before. I get the impression that there's some sort of prank I've pulled with the machines, but it's unclear.
I am sitting next to some anonymous person on my left and a former employer on my right, whom I remember fondly. (Good guy - rather Harry Dean Stantonesque.) I notice that I am naked, but hey, no one else seems to so, alright.
My former boss (whom I was not actually attracted to, mind you) and I are chatting. He puts his head to my chest. I'm a bit uncomfortable with that, given the nekkidity, but maybe he's just being friendly. Then he moves his face near my crotch and I'm getting increasingly disturbed, but I don't do anything because well, er, he's acting like this is totally normal and uh, er.. um...
[Bless the Cut Scene - Onto the curious part]
Near that area, I am sitting on the floor with the little girl from earlier. She is playing with blocks and/or crayons or something. I'm not really afraid of her anymore, kinda resigned really to an upcoming conflict.
The knowledge that she is possessed by a Norse death goddess comes to me. I look in her face and see a skull superimposed over her features. She seems predatory and unconcerned.
I ask of her that when it comes down to it, regardless of whether she gets me or I get her, if I can ask her some questions first. (The questions I have in mind are about the afterlife, as I recall it.) She says nothing but seems amenable.
In my Aspie way, I then go on to observe that since she's Norse, she's probably not really worried about the fight, since pre-determination indicates she will win or lose as fate has decreed, so might as well not worry with it.
(Look, that may or may not be accurate. Take it up with my subconcious :P )
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So. Seems to me that I got a little visit from Hel. Though I have a Germanic heritage, I'm not a Norse oriented person really. However, I will add that one of my nearest and dearest sometimes refers to me as "Freyja" (though I haven't found any instance of Hel and Freyja in conflict in my research).
Anyone out there reading this have experience with Hel appearing to them? Given who we're talking about, I want to be very careful in interpreting what she may want.
Thank you for reading. I hope that even if you have no idea what in the hel (Har!) this was about, you found it entertaining on some level.
If not, Ooooo look! Bouncy thing! -> :boing:
(That's a joke. I can interpret it if you like. I mean no offense to anyone be they Chinese, historians or even stoopid.)
(But if you're stoopid you might should go read something else. Just sayin')
*Ahem* ANYhoo... Over the last month or two I have been having nightmares like crazy. Having a normal "Do what now?" dream is actually more rare and noticable. Floods. Destruction. Robots. Loss. Sick pets. Lost pets. Sinister, hymn singing, sledgehammer wielding clowns. Packs of cannibal children. Hollow chickens.
You know, the usual.
I dreamt last night that I was in some confined space, like I was lying on my stomach in an air vent. My hands were out of the vent and holding onto the wrists of a young, blond girl (think Carol Ann from Poltergiest). This young girl happened to be possessed by some frightening force.
I recited what mantras, prayers, and chants I knew, pulling from pretty much everywhere, but I could tell that not only was it having no effect, but she/it was trying to work on me as well.
[Cut scene]
I am in a bedroom, not mine, with a dark brown rug. The bed is white. I have the girl by the wrist again and am pulling her out from under the bed, while myself being on the floor as well.
She comes out, sliding up next to me and I feel a wrongness in my right side, at my ribs. Her little cold hand has slipped something into me there, past my skin. I have no idea what it is, but I doubt it's a good thing.
[Cut scene - perhaps even use a fancy wipe for interest]
I am at a long former workplace. There are some old skool computers - reel to reel data tapes and the like, including an elaborate tape reading machine I've never seen before. I get the impression that there's some sort of prank I've pulled with the machines, but it's unclear.
I am sitting next to some anonymous person on my left and a former employer on my right, whom I remember fondly. (Good guy - rather Harry Dean Stantonesque.) I notice that I am naked, but hey, no one else seems to so, alright.
My former boss (whom I was not actually attracted to, mind you) and I are chatting. He puts his head to my chest. I'm a bit uncomfortable with that, given the nekkidity, but maybe he's just being friendly. Then he moves his face near my crotch and I'm getting increasingly disturbed, but I don't do anything because well, er, he's acting like this is totally normal and uh, er.. um...
[Bless the Cut Scene - Onto the curious part]
Near that area, I am sitting on the floor with the little girl from earlier. She is playing with blocks and/or crayons or something. I'm not really afraid of her anymore, kinda resigned really to an upcoming conflict.
The knowledge that she is possessed by a Norse death goddess comes to me. I look in her face and see a skull superimposed over her features. She seems predatory and unconcerned.
I ask of her that when it comes down to it, regardless of whether she gets me or I get her, if I can ask her some questions first. (The questions I have in mind are about the afterlife, as I recall it.) She says nothing but seems amenable.
In my Aspie way, I then go on to observe that since she's Norse, she's probably not really worried about the fight, since pre-determination indicates she will win or lose as fate has decreed, so might as well not worry with it.
(Look, that may or may not be accurate. Take it up with my subconcious :P )
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So. Seems to me that I got a little visit from Hel. Though I have a Germanic heritage, I'm not a Norse oriented person really. However, I will add that one of my nearest and dearest sometimes refers to me as "Freyja" (though I haven't found any instance of Hel and Freyja in conflict in my research).
Anyone out there reading this have experience with Hel appearing to them? Given who we're talking about, I want to be very careful in interpreting what she may want.
Thank you for reading. I hope that even if you have no idea what in the hel (Har!) this was about, you found it entertaining on some level.
If not, Ooooo look! Bouncy thing! -> :boing: