fitful dreams
I go here for things that I think may be too much for my LJ. And also for things that are more self-exploration in nature.I tried participating in the Global Lucid Dreaming Experiment last night, but I don't think it worked too well. It was supposed to be done between the hours of 6am to 9am Eastern. These are hours during which I'm normally sleeping, so it said to do the preparation at your normal bedtime, but.. was I supposed to still wake up 3 hours later. I didn't, and oh well. I did, however wake up at exactly 9am Eastern (8am for me) and the dream I woke up with was something boring involving the University of Florida having a college bird which was a fluffy yellow thing still with its down feathers and sky-blue eyes. It couldn't fly so it had this nature-looking pen thing for people to see it.
"huh?" you say. My thoughts exactly.
So I went back to sleep, waking up 3 hours later, and this time I woke up with a more interesting dream in my head. In the dream, I remembered it as a dream I had before, though I still wasn't aware I was dreaming - and in real life I don't think I recall it. Still, I knew what was coming, but I didn't feel I had that much control over it. We were all in the huge house, maybe mansion, school-age kids and older.. trapped there. A woman was showing outsiders the house, probably presenting it as a boarding school, and she left the front door open. For the first time in a long while we saw the outside, and I was surprised to see snow on the ground. We had no sense of the outside or what time of year it was. A handful of the younger kids ran outside to play in the snow and I had to look away, knowing they would end up dead as this would look to be an attempt to escape. It wasn't just that they would be shot. But there were, like, supernatural forces around the house, preventing us from going outside. Like we would wither up and die if we left the house.
In my dream, I remembered that I didn't know before how I would end up dying (leaving the house wasn't the only way) but that this time I could figure it out. So I did find out, HOWEVER just like in a movie, myself the dreamer, the audience didn't know what myself in the dream found out. I still knew when, though. So on that night, where a group of us were going to die, I realized what happened is that the devil came for us, one by one.. giving us torturous uncomfortable deaths. I think I was trying to avoid my fate (and there are a lot of little details I'm not remembering now, such as trying to help other people avoid their own) and when it came to me, I was lying sprawled out in a bed, and with the devil's face close to mine, I somehow knew what to say..
"What's it like for Satan to give me head?"
And he went down.. And shit he sucked hard.
I think my intention was to distract him with that, and then somehow incapacitate him. Either myself or others doing so. But then I woke up.
I have a pimple in the corner of my lip - a good place for it to get easily irritated. In the night it must have cracked open.. because I had a faint shadow of dried blood down one side of my chin. Odd thing to see after dreaming the devil gave me head.