Little Danny Dreams
Its that time of the year again where I have the most fucked up dreams and wake up to a severe panic attack. I really don't know what sets them off, I have a few ideas but nothing concrete. I don't really dream, but when I do it's always fucked up. I don't really know why. Maybe it's just the by-product of all the internal and external stresses and anxieties in my life. That's probably it, as co-workers were in the dream. I hate when work shit bleeds into other things, contaminating them.
The dream started out normal, well normal as it can be for me. Chubb and I were on a coach with a bunch of school children, we were chaperoning the field trip; I think it was for my godson, I don't really remember. Anyway, we were going on a mountain trip somewhere in the Swiss Alps. Again, don't ask, it's a dream, logic kinda goes out the window here. Two of my co-workers were there as well (ha, thanks work bullshit). We rode up the mountain as the snow began to fall, everything around us seemed to be void of colour. Chubb asked me where we were going and I told him that it wouldn't be long until we reached the hotel we were staying at, that it was a castle carved into the side of a mountain and it had been there for hundreds of years.
The snowstorm begins to worsen as we pull up in front of the black stonework castle. There are flame lanterns burning along the path up to the doorway and we follow the narrow path up to knock on the heavy brass knocker. It only takes a few moments for an aged woman with grey hair pulled back into a tight bun and a dark dress to answer the door. I explain that we're the school group and we have a reservation. She welcomes us in and assures us that us adults can have a coffee with a shot of brandy while she shows the children to their rooms. Me and Chubb, liking a nice drink, tuck in and my two co-workers just sip coffee as we all watch the snowfall. The woman returns after about a half hour saying they're all settled in and they can stay in their doubled rooms before supper. She hands Chubb two keys and informs us that the adults will share a double room each. We thank her and head to the rooms. The castle is quite. Almost eerily so. Torches light the ways and paintings adorn many of the sections of corridors. We reach the second level of the castle and split up to our rooms. Something doesn't feel right. It feels dangerous. I'm uneasy. She brings me a diet Coke and tells me she wants me to enjoy myself here and alarm bells ring. We need to get out of here.
I tell her that I need to go check on the children and she replies there's no need they're in no danger, they're not there and my unease grows. I wonder if she's hurt the children. I ask her what she means and she shows me that shes killed all of them. She tells me to follow her up the winding staircase and she cracks the door open. When I look into the room I see several of their lifeless forms, one of the boys has his arm dangling over the side of the bed. They're drained of colour and expressions of terror are etched onto their faces. Shes consumed their souls and that's her food substance; consuming the souls of the young is what keeps her here on Earth. She informs me that the lot of us adults are too old to have our souls consumed but she needs to kill us to keep her secret and that she will put our bodies into the grinder to make her special chilli that she tells to the villagers below. She will use the children's bodies as well, creating assorted meat dishes for her restaurant and that we have to carry all of the bodies down to the large walk-in freezer before they begin to decay. We didn't want to and we said no and she unveiled her true form. Her face melted away and it turned into a black hole filled with teeth. The mouth would attach onto the face or chest of the victim and suck their soul and lifeforce out of them. A red slit eye appeared above the mouth and long ink black tentacles shot out of her body. They shout out after us and I screamed and woke up in a cold sweat, my joints stiff.
And I was sober.
I don't know what the dream really means, but I do have some ideas. I know its about the lack of control I feel over my life and its about my responsibilies being responsible for others other than myself. Its a manifestation of the stresses I feel at work and in my private life. My greatest fears were multiplied. I can't imagine losing Puffy. It's all too much to bare and my brain knows it. I should work on getting the stress under control before something worse happens or the continued nightmares keep me from a restful sleep.
When I have dreams like this, all I have to do is close my eyes and concentrate and they come flooding back to me; It's like watching a video with my eyes closed. I can do the same thing with films I've watched or memories. I can recall them then watch them like when one goes to a theatre. It's pretty neat but also haunting when it happens when I don't want it to.
I think the worst of it all is when I see dead people in my dreams. People I know are dead walking around like they don't even know; they're not like ghosts, they tend to be solid, unaware of everything. They act like nothing has happened. I think that's the most terrifying thing of it all. I wonder if I will have the same or similar experiences when I die. This unknown settles into my joints and weighs me down.
The dream started out normal, well normal as it can be for me. Chubb and I were on a coach with a bunch of school children, we were chaperoning the field trip; I think it was for my godson, I don't really remember. Anyway, we were going on a mountain trip somewhere in the Swiss Alps. Again, don't ask, it's a dream, logic kinda goes out the window here. Two of my co-workers were there as well (ha, thanks work bullshit). We rode up the mountain as the snow began to fall, everything around us seemed to be void of colour. Chubb asked me where we were going and I told him that it wouldn't be long until we reached the hotel we were staying at, that it was a castle carved into the side of a mountain and it had been there for hundreds of years.
The snowstorm begins to worsen as we pull up in front of the black stonework castle. There are flame lanterns burning along the path up to the doorway and we follow the narrow path up to knock on the heavy brass knocker. It only takes a few moments for an aged woman with grey hair pulled back into a tight bun and a dark dress to answer the door. I explain that we're the school group and we have a reservation. She welcomes us in and assures us that us adults can have a coffee with a shot of brandy while she shows the children to their rooms. Me and Chubb, liking a nice drink, tuck in and my two co-workers just sip coffee as we all watch the snowfall. The woman returns after about a half hour saying they're all settled in and they can stay in their doubled rooms before supper. She hands Chubb two keys and informs us that the adults will share a double room each. We thank her and head to the rooms. The castle is quite. Almost eerily so. Torches light the ways and paintings adorn many of the sections of corridors. We reach the second level of the castle and split up to our rooms. Something doesn't feel right. It feels dangerous. I'm uneasy. She brings me a diet Coke and tells me she wants me to enjoy myself here and alarm bells ring. We need to get out of here.
I tell her that I need to go check on the children and she replies there's no need they're in no danger, they're not there and my unease grows. I wonder if she's hurt the children. I ask her what she means and she shows me that shes killed all of them. She tells me to follow her up the winding staircase and she cracks the door open. When I look into the room I see several of their lifeless forms, one of the boys has his arm dangling over the side of the bed. They're drained of colour and expressions of terror are etched onto their faces. Shes consumed their souls and that's her food substance; consuming the souls of the young is what keeps her here on Earth. She informs me that the lot of us adults are too old to have our souls consumed but she needs to kill us to keep her secret and that she will put our bodies into the grinder to make her special chilli that she tells to the villagers below. She will use the children's bodies as well, creating assorted meat dishes for her restaurant and that we have to carry all of the bodies down to the large walk-in freezer before they begin to decay. We didn't want to and we said no and she unveiled her true form. Her face melted away and it turned into a black hole filled with teeth. The mouth would attach onto the face or chest of the victim and suck their soul and lifeforce out of them. A red slit eye appeared above the mouth and long ink black tentacles shot out of her body. They shout out after us and I screamed and woke up in a cold sweat, my joints stiff.
And I was sober.
I don't know what the dream really means, but I do have some ideas. I know its about the lack of control I feel over my life and its about my responsibilies being responsible for others other than myself. Its a manifestation of the stresses I feel at work and in my private life. My greatest fears were multiplied. I can't imagine losing Puffy. It's all too much to bare and my brain knows it. I should work on getting the stress under control before something worse happens or the continued nightmares keep me from a restful sleep.
When I have dreams like this, all I have to do is close my eyes and concentrate and they come flooding back to me; It's like watching a video with my eyes closed. I can do the same thing with films I've watched or memories. I can recall them then watch them like when one goes to a theatre. It's pretty neat but also haunting when it happens when I don't want it to.
I think the worst of it all is when I see dead people in my dreams. People I know are dead walking around like they don't even know; they're not like ghosts, they tend to be solid, unaware of everything. They act like nothing has happened. I think that's the most terrifying thing of it all. I wonder if I will have the same or similar experiences when I die. This unknown settles into my joints and weighs me down.
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