Darth Wychipu
October 22nd, 2008, 10:27 AM
One thing I've noticed with my move to Michigan is that I'm sleeping very deeply. WOOT, the insomniac is getting some ZZZZZZ's. In fact, whereas I haven't been able to sleep past 8am for several years, now I find myself barely able to drag my ass outta bed by 10am. I'm not going to bed any later, either. With this increased sleep, I've found my dreams to be more vivid and surreal. Mostly, they've just been odd little snippets my psyche has wandered with; nothing more than fantastic images and silly scenarios. Pretty much things I can figure out from my own general influences of the day/week.
I rarely have nightmares...in fact, until last February, I NEVER had them. I write Horror Screenplays, FFS. I researched Serial Killers for years....often looking at horrific, gorey crime photos with clinical detachment. I spent my teen years devouring the works of Stephen King and Clive Barker. For some reason, 2008 has been my year for periodic horrors in the Dreamtime. Most of the time, I wake with a jolt never remembering the dream.
However....This week seems to be disturbing dream week.
Tuesday, Oct. 14, 2008
I was back in Colonial times...around the time of the American Revolutionary War...and a pre-pubescent cabin boy on a large British war ship. The Captain of the ship was a complete asshole and very abusive. He beat me and any crew member who made the slightest error. He wore one of those silly white wigs and too much makeup; giving him that British Colonial Drag Queen look. Add to it the ruffled blouse and breeches, and you had yourself a true Dandy. A young up and coming Officer was basically brown nosing our Captain in hopes of gaining some ranks. He was vying for First Officer. Also true to the uniform of the time, this Officer wore a white wig and face paint, though not as garish as the Captain. He also wore all blue. The Officer called upon our Captain for a private meeting; whereupon I was ordered to draw them both a hot bath for their discussion. After preparing the enormous wooden round tub for them to soak in, I waited outside the cabin for any further orders. The two talked, but I mostly ignored them. I remember just being glad the Captain had someone else to attend to and wasn't beating me. After their bath, they dressed and the Captain led the Officer out on deck to be seated on a bench while I cleaned up. Finding a medal the Officer had dropped from his uniform, I wandered out to give him the piece. Our Captain had laid the Officer on the bench on his back, bound his hands, and was EATING THE OFFICERS TESTICLES. I ran back into the cabin, frightened and waking confused and disturbed.
Friday, October 17, 2008
I found myself in the body of an older, rather frail woman. While I saw through her POV, she was still very much her own person. I was more of an observer in this dream....existing as a second consciousness within this woman. It was night, and her/our grown daughter was shut in the bedroom with both a Doctor and a Priest. She/I paced outside the room waiting for them to come out. The house was an old Victorian, and it was dark and stormy out, rattling the shutters. The phone rang (one of those old fashioned crank telephones hung on the wall), but the decor in the house was fairly modern, say roughly late 1950's or 60's. The call was from Her/my husband's employer...he'd gone mad at work, killing several co-workers. Though being chased by Police, he was on his way home with intent to "finish the job." About that time, the Doctor and Priest came from the bedroom. Her/my grandson, they said, was possessed by a demon. There was nothing the Doctor could do, so he left. The Priest would return the next morning with a second Priest to do an exorcism. She/I told the Priest about the husband. Calmly, the Priest explained that more than likely the demonic possession had a hold of the husband, as well. The Priest poured a mixture of honey and Holy Water on her/my bed stating it "might" help fight off the demon. He then left her/me to our own devices. Lying on the couch, she/I listened to the thunder and rain pound, while trying not to panic; all the while wondering how the daughter was faring locked in her bedroom with the demon possessed child. She/I knew it would only be a matter of time before the husband returned, but the woman wouldn't listen to my pleas with her to leave and hide from the husband. Finally resigned to our fates, she/I went to bed to await the husband's return. The phone rang again, and the daughter came out to answer it. She explained that the Police had called. The husband had driven his truck into a deep chasm and disappeared. As the Police reported this, I saw it happening. Both the woman and I felt sad, but relieved. About that time the grandson ran into the room, shrieking and gnashing his teeth. He tried to bite his mother. Grabbing him by the head, the woman shouted "By the Power of Christ, I command you to leave this child!" Nothing. I told the woman her tactics were not going to work. Not a Christian, I don't believe in demonic possession, I argued. Something else needed to be done...like sedation. She yelled at me for being a nonbeliever. The child still attacked, jumping on the bed and biting at her/me very much like a Zombie from 28 Days Later. Shoving him back, the woman again grabbed the grandson...this time palming his open mouth and repeating her mantra, "By the Power of Christ, I command you to leave this child!" The grandson bit her/my hand deeply causing it to bleed. The daughter was able to gather her crazed son and again lock him in their bedroom. Silence in the house. Nothing but the rain beating against the windows. The daughter and the woman/I stood silently finally reaching some bit of calm. The front door lock clicked, and we all heard it creak open and shut. Heavy footsteps stomped through the entry. The daughter and the woman/me froze in abject terror. Even though he'd fallen into a chasm, the husband was home. The woman chastized me again for being a heathen..."if not a demon what would you call it?" she yelled. While I had no answer, I urged her to call upon some other source for aid. In stepped the husband, an enormous pot bellied man wearing a blue Harley Davidson t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He was filthy from head to toe, his face and beard burned black. The whites of his eyes were bloody and red with burst capillaries. He grabbed the frail woman/me by the arms and burned a cigarette into her arm. Looking into the husband's murderous eyes, I knew that Jesus wasn't going to help this woman. Touching him, she yelled, "By the Power of Christ....." as I awoke with a scream and yelled "OH MY GOD!"
My partner, Siv shook me, to make sure I was fully out of the dream. To be honest, it actually took me a few seconds to realize that I had, in fact, been dreaming. It was that vivid. I told Siv I'd just had a dream about demonic possession. "Everyone has to learn sometime," Siv sleepily stated. I told him I don't believe in demons. Siv warned not to let it get to me...to just breath and calm myself. Then he promptly fell back asleep. Lying in bed, I feared going back to sleep. I felt that Siv and I weren't alone. Breathing, I worked at calming myself and heard the woman's voice in my head, "Going to become a Christian now?" she said. "Your God didn't help," I retorted. I felt the other presence taunting me to call upon Jesus. Daring me to become a Christian so it could touch me. Still absolutely terrified, I invoked Cuchulain for protection. Where Jesus was unable to aid, the Dogs of Connaucht prevailed.
I was able to go back to sleep after a minute of reiki; following the nightmare with a silly dream.
I'd gone to the Lansing, Michigan's version of PDXO...basically I'd found the group to be a bit young for me. While sitting in the living room of a small, older home, I was telling Siv's teenaged sister about how I thought she might like some of the folks there. I would take her if she wanted to go. A knock at the screen door interrupted us. Answering the door, I found a pudgy teenaged boy dressed in a silly tyrannosaurus costume standing on the porch. I recognized the young lad from the Magickians meeting. A decent kid, he was basically just a lonely Fatbeard who'd decided to visit because I was nice to him. He wanted to invite me to his DnD group as he was on the way. Politely declining, I told him I'd see him at the next meetup. He left and I went back to my discussion. The next day, Siv and I were planning to go to dinner and then hit the meetup for LULZ. Again, we found the young lad in the Dinosaur costume on the front porch. Explaining to him that we were on our way to eat dinner and would catch up with him at the meetup, I noticed him looking sad. Not wanting to hurt the boy's feelings, I invited him in for a minute, wrote down my cell phone number, and told him to call ahead next time. I promised we would sit with him at the meetup and chat more. He happily bounced off, his Dinosaur tail bobbing behind him.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I was sitting at a park. Several chairs had been arranged in a circle around a single, short shrub about four feet tall. My partner, Siv, was sitting directly across from me. I realized the chair was a recliner, but couldn't get it to lean back, so I put my feet on the trunk of the shrub and used it to help. My chair did finally recline, but I found myself covered in small quills that were impaling me horizontally all over my body. Siv shouted how stupid I was for putting my feet on a "Porcupine Tree" and refused to help remove the quills. I laid in the chair, pulling hundreds of small quills from my skin. Each time I pulled one out, several more were just beneath it. It hurt to walk, but I managed to get enough of them out of my legs/feet to limp away from the bush. As I got up I looked at the shrub to find that not only did it have spikey protrusions, but small, tentacles with an eye on the ends peered at me.
Not sure what my psyche is up to or trying to tell me. I'm interested in any interpretations you all may have.
I rarely have nightmares...in fact, until last February, I NEVER had them. I write Horror Screenplays, FFS. I researched Serial Killers for years....often looking at horrific, gorey crime photos with clinical detachment. I spent my teen years devouring the works of Stephen King and Clive Barker. For some reason, 2008 has been my year for periodic horrors in the Dreamtime. Most of the time, I wake with a jolt never remembering the dream.
However....This week seems to be disturbing dream week.
Tuesday, Oct. 14, 2008
I was back in Colonial times...around the time of the American Revolutionary War...and a pre-pubescent cabin boy on a large British war ship. The Captain of the ship was a complete asshole and very abusive. He beat me and any crew member who made the slightest error. He wore one of those silly white wigs and too much makeup; giving him that British Colonial Drag Queen look. Add to it the ruffled blouse and breeches, and you had yourself a true Dandy. A young up and coming Officer was basically brown nosing our Captain in hopes of gaining some ranks. He was vying for First Officer. Also true to the uniform of the time, this Officer wore a white wig and face paint, though not as garish as the Captain. He also wore all blue. The Officer called upon our Captain for a private meeting; whereupon I was ordered to draw them both a hot bath for their discussion. After preparing the enormous wooden round tub for them to soak in, I waited outside the cabin for any further orders. The two talked, but I mostly ignored them. I remember just being glad the Captain had someone else to attend to and wasn't beating me. After their bath, they dressed and the Captain led the Officer out on deck to be seated on a bench while I cleaned up. Finding a medal the Officer had dropped from his uniform, I wandered out to give him the piece. Our Captain had laid the Officer on the bench on his back, bound his hands, and was EATING THE OFFICERS TESTICLES. I ran back into the cabin, frightened and waking confused and disturbed.
Friday, October 17, 2008
I found myself in the body of an older, rather frail woman. While I saw through her POV, she was still very much her own person. I was more of an observer in this dream....existing as a second consciousness within this woman. It was night, and her/our grown daughter was shut in the bedroom with both a Doctor and a Priest. She/I paced outside the room waiting for them to come out. The house was an old Victorian, and it was dark and stormy out, rattling the shutters. The phone rang (one of those old fashioned crank telephones hung on the wall), but the decor in the house was fairly modern, say roughly late 1950's or 60's. The call was from Her/my husband's employer...he'd gone mad at work, killing several co-workers. Though being chased by Police, he was on his way home with intent to "finish the job." About that time, the Doctor and Priest came from the bedroom. Her/my grandson, they said, was possessed by a demon. There was nothing the Doctor could do, so he left. The Priest would return the next morning with a second Priest to do an exorcism. She/I told the Priest about the husband. Calmly, the Priest explained that more than likely the demonic possession had a hold of the husband, as well. The Priest poured a mixture of honey and Holy Water on her/my bed stating it "might" help fight off the demon. He then left her/me to our own devices. Lying on the couch, she/I listened to the thunder and rain pound, while trying not to panic; all the while wondering how the daughter was faring locked in her bedroom with the demon possessed child. She/I knew it would only be a matter of time before the husband returned, but the woman wouldn't listen to my pleas with her to leave and hide from the husband. Finally resigned to our fates, she/I went to bed to await the husband's return. The phone rang again, and the daughter came out to answer it. She explained that the Police had called. The husband had driven his truck into a deep chasm and disappeared. As the Police reported this, I saw it happening. Both the woman and I felt sad, but relieved. About that time the grandson ran into the room, shrieking and gnashing his teeth. He tried to bite his mother. Grabbing him by the head, the woman shouted "By the Power of Christ, I command you to leave this child!" Nothing. I told the woman her tactics were not going to work. Not a Christian, I don't believe in demonic possession, I argued. Something else needed to be done...like sedation. She yelled at me for being a nonbeliever. The child still attacked, jumping on the bed and biting at her/me very much like a Zombie from 28 Days Later. Shoving him back, the woman again grabbed the grandson...this time palming his open mouth and repeating her mantra, "By the Power of Christ, I command you to leave this child!" The grandson bit her/my hand deeply causing it to bleed. The daughter was able to gather her crazed son and again lock him in their bedroom. Silence in the house. Nothing but the rain beating against the windows. The daughter and the woman/I stood silently finally reaching some bit of calm. The front door lock clicked, and we all heard it creak open and shut. Heavy footsteps stomped through the entry. The daughter and the woman/me froze in abject terror. Even though he'd fallen into a chasm, the husband was home. The woman chastized me again for being a heathen..."if not a demon what would you call it?" she yelled. While I had no answer, I urged her to call upon some other source for aid. In stepped the husband, an enormous pot bellied man wearing a blue Harley Davidson t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He was filthy from head to toe, his face and beard burned black. The whites of his eyes were bloody and red with burst capillaries. He grabbed the frail woman/me by the arms and burned a cigarette into her arm. Looking into the husband's murderous eyes, I knew that Jesus wasn't going to help this woman. Touching him, she yelled, "By the Power of Christ....." as I awoke with a scream and yelled "OH MY GOD!"
My partner, Siv shook me, to make sure I was fully out of the dream. To be honest, it actually took me a few seconds to realize that I had, in fact, been dreaming. It was that vivid. I told Siv I'd just had a dream about demonic possession. "Everyone has to learn sometime," Siv sleepily stated. I told him I don't believe in demons. Siv warned not to let it get to me...to just breath and calm myself. Then he promptly fell back asleep. Lying in bed, I feared going back to sleep. I felt that Siv and I weren't alone. Breathing, I worked at calming myself and heard the woman's voice in my head, "Going to become a Christian now?" she said. "Your God didn't help," I retorted. I felt the other presence taunting me to call upon Jesus. Daring me to become a Christian so it could touch me. Still absolutely terrified, I invoked Cuchulain for protection. Where Jesus was unable to aid, the Dogs of Connaucht prevailed.
I was able to go back to sleep after a minute of reiki; following the nightmare with a silly dream.
I'd gone to the Lansing, Michigan's version of PDXO...basically I'd found the group to be a bit young for me. While sitting in the living room of a small, older home, I was telling Siv's teenaged sister about how I thought she might like some of the folks there. I would take her if she wanted to go. A knock at the screen door interrupted us. Answering the door, I found a pudgy teenaged boy dressed in a silly tyrannosaurus costume standing on the porch. I recognized the young lad from the Magickians meeting. A decent kid, he was basically just a lonely Fatbeard who'd decided to visit because I was nice to him. He wanted to invite me to his DnD group as he was on the way. Politely declining, I told him I'd see him at the next meetup. He left and I went back to my discussion. The next day, Siv and I were planning to go to dinner and then hit the meetup for LULZ. Again, we found the young lad in the Dinosaur costume on the front porch. Explaining to him that we were on our way to eat dinner and would catch up with him at the meetup, I noticed him looking sad. Not wanting to hurt the boy's feelings, I invited him in for a minute, wrote down my cell phone number, and told him to call ahead next time. I promised we would sit with him at the meetup and chat more. He happily bounced off, his Dinosaur tail bobbing behind him.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I was sitting at a park. Several chairs had been arranged in a circle around a single, short shrub about four feet tall. My partner, Siv, was sitting directly across from me. I realized the chair was a recliner, but couldn't get it to lean back, so I put my feet on the trunk of the shrub and used it to help. My chair did finally recline, but I found myself covered in small quills that were impaling me horizontally all over my body. Siv shouted how stupid I was for putting my feet on a "Porcupine Tree" and refused to help remove the quills. I laid in the chair, pulling hundreds of small quills from my skin. Each time I pulled one out, several more were just beneath it. It hurt to walk, but I managed to get enough of them out of my legs/feet to limp away from the bush. As I got up I looked at the shrub to find that not only did it have spikey protrusions, but small, tentacles with an eye on the ends peered at me.
Not sure what my psyche is up to or trying to tell me. I'm interested in any interpretations you all may have.