I had a dream last night. Talk about endless ramblings...
It was raining. I was in the passenger seat of the car; he was worried about me, which was why he’d left me in the car. We were coming back from vacation. It wasn’t raining very hard, and it stopped before long. Three boys came by, talking about him (and about me) I took the risk and got out of the car. I didn’t tell them who I was, but I told them they were wrong. They listened to me.
Joking, they went to leave. One was wearing a big plastic barrel around his torso. I called him barrel butt (to get them to come back). I thought he might get angry, but he didn’t – he laughed and took it off. I put it in the trunk of the car. I leave with them, very much the innocent, shy girl. They know – they find it rather odd (and sometimes annoying), but mostly they want to protect me.
We come to the house. It’s a granny’s house. (Keith’s) We’re in the backyard, on the porch. Everything slopes down much more dangerously, into a forest right past the brambles. There’s forest on both sides of the yard that matter. One of the boys goes back along a path into the woods – it looks light and cheery. He’s gonna do something with a certain tree – pick acorns/pinecones? A second boy follows him. I want to follow him, too, but the third boy says no. The slope away from the path is too steep. If I made one false move, I’d tumble to my death. I want to argue, but I realize he’s right. I slip off the path (in the yard still) and am struggling to keep my hold on the stairs. I cry for his help. He comes, at first admonishing me, but then he realizes I really am in danger of falling to my death (or at least the pain of landing in the brambles) I grab hold of his legs, and he grabs my arms too. For a while we can’t get back up, but at least I’m not falling anymore. I must’ve gotten back up, because the second boy came out of the woods. He tells the third boy he should have come, too, because it’s really cool. He tells how the first boy is connecting to the nature. The third boy is angry. He says that they would want me to have been left alone? I couldn’t have come down the path with them, and I very nearly fell to my death here, if he hadn’t saved me. Did the second boy think it better for me to hold onto sticks than onto a real person that could help? The second boy is chastised, but since I’m all right, we all go sit back up on the porch to wait for the first boy to come back. We watch the forest to our right, and we can see monkeys in the trees – a lot of different kinds of monkeys, doing monkey things. My brain goes off thinking about monkeys in relation to my stories, how monkeys would have evolved and different monkeys living in different places (and cute baby monkeys). Then a great, big, eagle/falcon/hawk-like bird comes out from over the forest where the first boy went. It is the first boy, who is a prince like Prince Jon from the Lioness series, and was connecting with the realm. The first boy – transformed into a bird – crashes into the brambles at the edge of the slope I nearly fell down. The second and third boys run to help him. I don’t, because I can’t do very much when I’m falling myself. I do tell them that I’ve been here before, and I’ve fallen into the brambles before, and it does hurt, but the worst part is the fear that you can’t get back out again.
They bring him back up, looking like a boy again, and as they take him inside for the granny to take care of, I remember what happened. When the first boy was finished with what he was doing in the woods, he transformed into a great bird to fly back. His connecting with the realm worked very, very well, and when he transforms into the bird, his talons become pinecones (he connected to the trees as well as the animals). This shocks, worries, and mildly disgusts him (plant parts on an animal body…?). He forces the plant part away and his talons return to normal, but all of this took his focus away from flying. A look of shock crosses the bird face, and he drops like a stone into the brambles.
We’re inside now. Granny has taken care of the prince, and he’s now in a room (but I can’t figure out which one or where it is – I look, too) The second and third boy are both worried about me (especially the third boy). They think I’ll be distraught over the prince… which I am. Apparently I like the prince. They very subtly tease me about it, not outright because I’m supposedly distraught at the moment. I’ve looked through all the many rooms down the halls, but there is no one in there at the moment. I look out into the garage, too. The door to the garage actually opens onto the carport. There is a woman out there, with a lot of kids (seven or eight). I recognize her. I must have met her earlier in the dream. I know two or three of the kids, I recognize them as her kids. The others, she’s bringing home. A sort of carpool. All the kids live in this area, and they all go to school together. There are some parents mixed in with the children, picking their kids up. Some of the kids won’t go home tonight, so they’re going to be staying at the granny’s house.
Now I’m looking for the third boy. I walk down the hall and look in the rooms. In each room, the beds and the floor are full of sleeping people, as many people as can fit. But there’s never the third boy. I want to find him so I can kneel by his head, be close to him, and tell him I’m all right. There are a lot of rooms down the hall, but only on the right side and one on the end. There are six or seven rooms. I don’t find him, so I walk back into the living room, which is also full of sleeping people. Some of the children are up and sitting in a circle around the granny. I suppose she’s telling them a story. I get in my sleeping place, a couch with it’s back to the hallway. I’m not yet tired. Granny gives me a little black portable DVD player. I’ve listened in on the tutorial for this before. I remember it now. There is a little, clear plastic sheet that you can slide down into the keyboard. It goes down really deep, and does something important. I watch the movie, but I’ve seen it before and I want to watch the sequel. I remember the tutorial again and slide the plastic thing down in a slot just above the buttons. It’s very clear, and I want to make sure I’ve got it in right, so I pull it out a little and push it back down. It slides in perfectly this time, with a click, so I know it’s right. A movie starts on the screen. It’s in the ocean, actually under the water, but near the surface. There are islands not far off. There’s a photographer, he’s both director and cameraman. I’m worried about it. I don’t know if it’ll be appropriate, but I assume it’s the opening scene of the movie, so I wait and see. The water is so very pretty, a light blue with a tint of green. I’m swimming along behind the photographer. There’s another ditzy blonde, also following him. She’s a model/actress, and she’s not very nice or very pleased about having to swim along under the water to the shoot. I think she picks her nose. We’re finally here, just a little ways off shore. There are a lot of men and women here already. We’re in a line, with the island behind us, and the photographer is going to take a picture of us. Before he can, a large wave pushes us back. We hit the sand, and some of us have to stand up to keep from drowning – you can’t swim if you’re in foot-deep water.
Offshore, there are people in an underwater building. It’s going to be under attack soon by something large, powerful, and evil from deep out in the ocean. I swim out to them, into the building. The evil thing is coming. I get back behind a wall of two-way mirror glass and hide in a top bunk, among the blankets. A little creature is there, too, a squirrel maybe? He tells me about the thing. It’s an evil god of the depth of the sea – Dagon.
Most everyone has escaped by now. The halls on the other side of the two-way mirror wall are empty. Slowly they begin to fill with this green slime pouring in from outside, to about a foot deep. The little creature tells me its acidic, to scare away or kill anyone still inside. It can control people, too, to do as Dagon tells them.
Squid-like beings – Dagon’s servants – roam the halls outside the two-way mirror wall. Some people do, too, people under Dagon’s control. The green slime has all gone now. I slip out of the room and into the hall. I pretend to be one of Dagon’s human servants.
Dagon himself comes down to me while I’m walking his halls. He looks like a handsome young man, though I know he is a timeless god. I pretend to be his servant and don’t look him in the eye, but I know he knows I’m not. He doesn’t say anything, and lets me pretend. He gives me a command to follow him, and I do. We go to a part of the building-ship that is a convenient store. We look around at the people, human people, his subjects. They’ve all given him their allegiance of their own will, but most of them are rather unsavory people. One woman is pushing two strollers (and pulling a third along behind her) The first stroller has a sign on top, written on yellow paper. It says “Lord Commander.” The second stroller has one, too, that says “Sub-Lord”
Dagon grows angry. He jerks the signs off the strollers (throws them away) and tells the woman that she has done many things wrong. She should not give her children titles before the Lord (that would be him) gives them those authorities. She should not be so vain as to assume her children will even get titles, much less decide what they are. Also, she should not favor one child over the other, by the laws of [Dagon’s holy book], until Dagon himself favors one over the other. Properly admonished and grumbling, she leaves with her children. She has very little respect for her god.
Dagon brings me over to the counter. His manner, I realize, is that he is treating me as an equal, not as a servant or citizen and certainly not as an imposter. He looks over the wares of the woman behind the counter. He gets something long a rope-like, but thin, made of chocolate, and he makes me taste it. It is very good, like fudge, and it melts in my mouth. He sends the woman into the back room to get him more – he’s buying a lot. I walk around the side of the counter to watch, and when the woman comes back out, I carry it for him. She’s very pleased. She’s a nice woman and she respects her god a lot. I think that Dagon isn’t so evil. Dagon gives the woman a lot of gold in exchange for the chocolate. She wants to sell us more. She has a whole cartful of the kind of snacks I buy on road trips. She tries to talk me into buying some, like some granola bars. I really want some, but I’d be too uncomfortable asking Dagon to buy it for me, even thought I think he probably would if I asked. Besides, he’s already walking away, and I’ve got to follow him. I realize he’s the one that left me in the car in the rain, he’s the one that was worried about me in the beginning.
We’re in a chamber of the gods. There’s no light, all is dark. A single bridge stretches over a chasm between an infinite abyss below and above. I’m writing a letter to the chief Deity of whichever pantheon Dagon is in. I’m complaining. He’s evil, but he’s not evil. He’s too obviously evil, couldn’t he tone it back some? And he’s not as evil as he is.
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