November
I’m trying to sleep in bed with Jason, and I dream that I’m in this big bed all alone in a Victorian house much like the one in the movie casper. I cant sleep though because of the voices. They are coming from the dresser. They keep repeating something and wont let me sleep. I thought they were saying ‘liar’ but they were really saying ‘go.’
Finally I cant take it. I go to the next room which is a big wide open space like in the artsplace. There are tons of people sleeping on the floor. Rachel is there. There is a compact mirror with makeup in it. I wake her up and the man she is sleeping next to has a sexual encounter with both of us. We get on a stage after that.
December?
I am writing this in may because I remember and haven’t written and the future intent of sending these dreams to Justin rosas has encouraged me to get it in black and white.
I am a real estate agent in Colorado or a place like it. The opening view is bird’s eye and it is a mountain barren with only mud as if a strip mine or quarry had rent it of beauty and it is cold, there is one road running through the dirt filled mountain side.
Then I am on the phone walking in front of a line of apartment rooms, all numbered in a strip like a seedy motel. The lady is telling me ‘the key to the house is in room number 6” I happen to be standing in front of room 6 at the very moment she tells me this. I tell her so and hang up.
The door is portioned in two like horse stable doors. The top half is normal and bottom half is surrounded with tacky colored Christmas lights. I think whoever lives inside must be very cold because the bottom half is open, letting in the cold air.
I enter and the room is only a narrow hallway. Everything is white. There is a mantel on my right and a light coming from the back of the hallway which forms into a small room. The boy with the key is there. He has been waiting for me. He is white. He is pale and skinny. He smiles at me. He gives me the key which is like one of those head massagers with a ball at the top and four /five wires coming down from it like in a raining fountain or someone’s hands as they will wrap around a doorknob. It pokes into my left shoulder and it hurts me.
Jump to outside the room and I am in the basement of the aunt debbie’s house looking in her refrigerator. All I can see is squid out of any sort of package and cheese. I see also bags and bags of cheese from Kroger sitting out in the room next to the fridge.
I then sit behind the fridge facing the fridge and the apartment room to the left of it at a table with my food on my lap. Though I did not pick squid out of the fridge. There are tentacles. I am shirtless and a little embarrassed that the boy sitting in a chair to my left sees me with my shirt off. My aunt Debbie yells down the stairs that if I’m going to eat all her food I should… buy some more? Or clean the place up? Don’t remember.
The tentacles suck to my stomach and my breasts and leave a red mark.
Flash back to inside the white room with the boy. He smiles a knowing smile and asks how I found the house.
I tell him I always find houses like that. It’s what I do.
Outside the apartment: his sister comes, into the basement. She is about 18 with long dark hair and tall, pretty.
She hugs us both and is about to leave for a beauty pageant. She’s excited. I tell her the most important thing is that she has fun.
We get outside the basement and her teenage friend is in her car waiting to pick his sister up. The car is futuristic, the back of it is clear panels in which people can sit. It is her friend’s new car, her parents have bought her. As we see her drive away I see her friend’s reflection in the side of the car as it moves away, and she is screaming.
Flash back to the birds’ view of the mountain side and the van is going along the road. There are two boys inside;
Realization: they all die in a car wreck.
Early feb, maybe late jan:
Visiting Jason in jail-he has done something minor-forgotten to file some papers or something and now he’s got to spend days in jail. I am visiting as much as I can because I love the dear boy and because I visit so much the front desk persons look up my info and realize I’ve committed this same crime, so I am to go to jail for like a month or something.
My first day or so I spend there, dressed in blue like a hospital almost, and try to find things to do. I’m let out for a little while (or maybe I escape? That seems to be more like it) and I go to this log cabin where my family lives to tell them I have to go to jail. This cabin is right on the water—a river runs within feet of the front door, and there is a house across the river. We’re in this room lounging on couches and a knock is at the door. I get up to get it and pass by a cooler underneath a table which smells so strongly of pot (I can smell the pot even in the dream). When I get to the door theres a woman there on the other side. I ask ‘who is it?’ she won’t say. The top of the door has glass windows. I can see/feel her on the other side, head cocked at weird angle, pressed against the door. She has a ponytail. I ask again who is it. She says a name I remembered days after the dream but can now not remember. I don’t believe her-she took too long to respond. I feel she is a dark being. I do not open the door. I see her turn and she dives headfirst into the water, gracefully, without a splash. Realize: she is part of the water, she came from the water.
Then we are on the riverbank watching the neighbors across the river, their teenage kids practicing some dance routine for school the next day. Everyone claps except for dad, who yells NO!
See, to get to school they must get in a boat and go down the river. But something in the river has been killing teenagers, mostly girls. We don’t know yet what it is.
A man comes to the door. I let him in. he is handsome with long hair. He goes and jumps in the river. I come to realize that the girl is floating just under the surface, and he is deep down. Together they make the river work, floating in a line straight down to the bottom.
We are going on a crusade. My father is leading it. At one point the man with long hair (or my father) leans over and kiss me on the lips. I cant tell when it is happening whether he is kissing me or the person whose back I’m leaned up against, who was maybe my little sister. But I realize when he pulls away that he was kissing me.
My mother and I are walking along the riverbank. The sun is setting, the scene is of the natural bridge. Dad’s there too but walks a ways off. I am telling her that I have to go to jail. She says I should have paid the bills and that I should have to do my time. That mom, always siding with the enemy.
We pass a small wooden crate on the riverside. In it are baby ducks eating the dead bodies of ducks, and a rat with a bloody tampon sticking out of it. Mom comments how disgusting the ducks are for eating the dead things.
02/14
In the house, with Jason. A door that was pegged into its frame on top and bottom and taped shut. Another door to enter this forbidden room was kept unlocked. Rachel kerley loved the room… LOVED the room, loved keeping it unlocked so others could love it as well. I remembered Claire taking me in here to show me old things that were once part of the house. Walls lined with shelves. Baskets with greenery, Christmas garland in the bottom. Most of the baskets had been emptied. I went to the corner and discovered three beautiful boxes. Treasures. One was like granny used to have us play with jewelry out of. On one shelf with them was a book, a diary, dated 1850? At the page I opened it on. A man’s writing. Very fragile pages, and already opened to a page, the pages bent back behind it. It was paperback, obviously. I had gotten a women’s intuition urge and locked the unlocked door when we were in there. I feared someone would come in. after finding the book and exclaiming to Jason as to how beautiful and what a find it was, someone rattled the door I had locked. They couldn’t get in, so we left? Then I discovered matt, rachel’s bf had discovered the place, and maybe he owned the house as well, and was planning to take all the things out of it. I was inconsolable. Rach and matt came from a back staircase into the room and I didn’t see them going through things but I did see Rachel kerley, exclaiming in an excited ‘rock and roll, bad ass’ voice that the door unlocked was ‘the way she liked it’ as she poured over some old treasures.
Then I was in the basement of the house. A woman was there. A professor? I wanted to show her my plaster sculpture. James h from the dorms had worked on it, and I was thinking about which chisels to perfect it with. Will came and was saying he had finished his project already. We left him behind as we went to see my piece.
Prior to this, Jason and I discovered in the house many rooms we’d not seen before. They led us to an extravagant bathroom, huge. The panels of the shower walls were different makeup brands, colorful, flashy. Eric rickert was bathing in this huge pool and was mildly happy to see us in what was his studio.
2/15
the houseboat was in a cove, my family was on board. Dad was driving, I’m up front. I spot a tree stump sticking out of the water. Yelling at him that we’re going to hit it. He carefreely leads us right over it. We feel it bump along the bottom of the boat and when it gets to the front he throws the wheel hard right? And it hits us and we’re pushed up out of the water as we go over it. (I guess we were going backwards somehow because it started hitting us from the back of the boat, though I was on the front watching it come towards us)
then I’m in the water, knees on an almost first-time skier board, using sticks to push other sticks out of my way or is it to push me along? I’m frightened being here in the water alone. The boat is behind me with everyone else on board. I feel the pressure of the water against me as I push against it. And I feel fear a bit.
Next dream of the night:
Then there is some kind of cult, a labyrinth of sorts, and a man overseeing it. He takes away all our rights, and then come our rights to wear individual clothes. We’re all given army green cotton t-shirts, oversized, to wear. I think we were all women, each with different rooms in this labyrinth. I tried to trick my way out of it, though. I tried to trick him. Saw myself approaching a counter with another lady at it to maybe get my rations or something, maybe to get my shirt. He looked like Salvador dali, and was likely a metaphor for my father.
2/16
a girl much like sara, age 5, long dark hair, enters my life. There are stairs, and she keeps wandering off to different places. She is hard to take care of. I come to the realization that I must adopt her and keep her as my own. I tell Jason with attitude ‘you’ll be taking care of this kid too”
a lot of the viewpoints here are from above, head downwards. There was fear here in the form of something I cannot remember as it is now 5:30 and I woke today at 10.
February 23, 2007
On stage for a musical competition. My mother is in the crowd. I’m in front of a piano, a girl, chunky, short brown hair, to my left with violin, a girl behind me on some other instrument. We play the first song wonderfully, perfectly. The next song, I’m handed a book of sheet music and I try to find the page, with directions whispered across stage from short chunk. I realize at this point that I’ve never played this song before and that I don’t know how to read music. No worry, right? She starts in and somehow I lose the page-I had planned on just winging it, since I was alright at that all through choir, eh? Well, I start in on the piano and for the most part it sounds alright, kinda experimental, right, but she stops playing and I keep going and the more I go the worse it sounds and all of a sudden she says stop, it’s over. The judge doesn’t wanna hear our last song and has disqualified us because I couldn’t play at all. I walk off stage and we’re all angry at eachother. But I keep telling them it was pretty good for the first time we’ve ever played it and I tell the girl who’d been sitting behind me on (drums?) that I don’t know how to read music. She sympathizes.
Into the audience I go where my family is. I tell them I’m leaving, they understand, because I am pissed and naturally wouldn’t want to stick around after such a large embarrassment.
Somehow I’m at home, cooking pasta (from the Polaroid video I watched last night) and my phone is sitting near the pot. There are lots of things on the stove and they keep catching on fire. My phone catches fire, on the tip where the battery charger goes in, twice. Smell of plastic is strong. I go to the bathroom and find all my mother’s expensive nice coats in a clogged toilet. I start to worry what has happened to her.
Sara, age 7 is there. David fox is her father and we can see him as we talk to him on a phone from the next building over. Is he shaving or is he on the phone in his office? Either way I’ve got to get her back to him.
I hop in a car with john owens. It’s soooo hot outside. I ask him if we can open the sunroof but he doesn’t respond. We’re smiling and happy. He’s taking me to sara’s dad’s house (justin’s house) and I’m trying to give him directions. All of a sudden we’re in a field, a road field, surrounded by beautiful bright pink/magenta flowers, so tall on all sides. A house far to the left. Green grasses and we’re just driving through this strange fieldroad. I tell john immediately, “turn around! This is not a road!” and as soon as I say that we see arrows in the grass, obviously indicating which lane was which and that it was ok for cars to be here.
I tell john we need to stop and ask this farmer in this field how to get to the urban subdivision. He wont get out to ask him so I do, getting nettles on me as I go. He smiles, “there are lots of urban subdivisions around here” but I’m not stupid, I specify which, and he points out that the road we were on would almost but not quite get us there, but that the road above us that we somehow narrowly missed was the obvious road to it the whole time. We trek out on the better road.
2/25
not remembered until laying down the next night with Jason.
A feeling. A field. A food supply. A man in a cottage. I’m trapped I’m held captive. Bright colors. Very real, like this is my life.
2/26/07
at the house. I’m ducking around corners in front of the house trying to hide from people on the road. There are no trees as there were before to hide me from all the cars. All of a sudden there are lots of cars passing by on the road. The house is a standard Victorian, not the real house but a ‘dream’ house. 5 kids come up, ignoring me, start talking about going in the house. Maybe one throws a rock. I butt in and start telling them why they should respect the house and about how cool it is but they don’t care. The front doors slide and are made of glass and I stand just inside them trying with all my might to shove them together while the kids stand on the other side trying to open it. I keep yelling at them ‘you cant come in here you cant come in here!’ and all of a sudden there are like 20 of them in the blink of an eye. A realization, not a vision: we all get arrested. I’m fined. Im in an office hiding in cubicles with some other girl friend and bones is there pointing out on some official statement the amount I was fined, the amount I need to write the check for. He is wrong about the amount though. Forty two, not seventy. (reference to watching ‘bianca’ on ‘cathouse’ get her paycut, no doubt) . realization: I’m arrested.
then I’m in a hospital room having a baby. I didn’t even know I was pregnant. I keep trying to call Jason but cant get hold of him. I have the baby, a girl. They don’t even let me see her, they just take her away. I’m in a sort of hotel hospital. I am drugged and weary and I try to reach a higher floor to see my baby but the elevators are so confusing. One goes sideways. Id ont even know where im going I’m just trying to go up. There are lots of people there too. When I finally get to the desk I tell them it’s a miller girl. She has no name yet. They bring her to me. I think I maybe feed her and then I have to leave, returning her to the care of the hotel.
In the parking garage below. Just a quick scene.
Then back from an elevator to my apartment, in a regular apartment building. Brian? The creepy guy from reynold’s building is there. I hug him and cry on him a bit. Then I see the padlock (red) to my apartment door is broken in two. Somebody just took those huge lock cutters and cut the lock off. It is in two pieces, on the floor. I enter, freaking out. I see money on my dresser- nobody stole that. I immediately go to my cameras. I find one bag. Empty. I’m falling apart and bawling on the edge of the comforter. Brian is looking on. Then I find my two REAL camera bags at foot of bed. Cameras are in tact. I assume they took nothing. That’s good…..
Next door I go to clint’s apartment. His lock is broken through too. He’s dead.
I’m trying to explain to Rachel, will, and a couple others what has happened. I take will from the department store he was shopping at and take him on a walk down the street, trying to tell him what has happened. I am thinking of my baby, this is two days later, and she is still at that hospital/hotel. Rachel, will and some other guy and I sit in the corner of the dark parking lot (it is night) and I cant get through to them what all has happened due to tears and lack of wanting them to have to bear it and the other guy who keeps interrupting. Somewhere along explaining to them and thinking about what has happened I think of how much more money clint’s artwork I have will be worth now that he’s dead.
Angie is there, the owner of a bar whose parking lot we’re in. cops show up and are all over the place. She dumps out somebody’s glass of brandy and tells them all to wait until the cops leave to leave.
February 27, 2007
Im at colin and jordan’s. taylor perellis is there too. I get real sleepy, maybe im sick. I lay down in the kitchen, under a blanket. Jordan is touching me sweetly. We’re flirting hardcore. I get up to get a glass of water or something at one point, to get up and away from Jordan.. I’m topless. We’re laughing about it. i tell him Jason would just die if anything happened between he and I, meaning that though we’re flirting, nothing will happen.
Flash to a lake. Bottoms not very deep. Lots of people around, like a pool. Katie’s there. Some kind of competition going on maybe? The queen/ judge in front of us. We float in the water. Katie goes down to try to rescue these little gold things that look kinda like jingle bells. There are lives inside. Things living. She rescues and everyone is glad but she is sad that some still died. I go down and find more, but this time they are flat like guitar picks and bent over like a dorsal fin. There are only three of them, where katie’s were many handfuls. She is glad I have saved these three. Each are a different color. One is purple, maybe another green. The other I don’t remember. They fold over my thumb as I hand them to Katie.
March 02, 07
An old mans house out in the middle of nowhere. an old house. He is like Jim hall. In looks. He is creepy otherwise. Maybe at first he is nice but he ends up creepy. Jason and I see a light on as we’re outside, a light inside downstairs in the cellar. We wanna go explore. But almost know there is someone there, and we will get caught. I go first somehow I know the man likes me because im a woman and if I’m caught it will be less severe punishment. We get no more than five feet before the light (it’s in a hallway like in a cellar) from the room to our right lets me see the old man sitting scarily in this room with a glass of brandy---the same glass angie threw out that ppl were drinking in the parking lot in my dream wehere everything went wrong. I say ‘i’m sorry sir’ and am frightened he may see jasons elbow as we can only see him through the crack in the open doorway. I shoo Jason back out the way we came.
The old man tells us of his basement… he has two cats. Melinda and another. He says the reason it smells so bad in the basement (which used to be a don pablos in operation before he owned the house) is because Melinda has kittens there and mutilates and eats them . the idea is almost that she cannot help it. Poor Melinda. it is flooded down there apparently too. He tells Jason and us this. Jason tells me later alone of the history behind the don pablos… not much more info is known.
A scene, voyeuristic. Old man is pouring water from above his head down into a sink drain, lined up perfectly with it. He is talking to someone I do not see. He is asking them to tell him when they have sealed the pipes. He pours and as less water comes out and nears the end of the bucket he asks them to do it now??? Maybe I put that in there. At first I thought he was talking to a water company on the phone but he is not. His arms are lined up with the sink in an almost v, almost triangle. He smiles a wicked smile as we listen to the water fall down the pipes straight down to that strange basement below.
Jason and I go down there. He has been telling me it is the most frightening disgusting place ever… I find it to be nothing more than dirty and dingy. I see no mutilated cats.
Upstairs again, I suppose Jason and my’s job had been to exorcise the demons from down there. So on the wall, gathered round are a few people who know the old man and we read written in white:
‘thanks for the water.
It was good. Have a nice pirl.
I you.. danny
Someone., a woman, smiles and says ‘that’s really strange (or maybe she thinks it) or really nice? How he made it look like the little boy wrote it. With the misspellings and the strange spacing between the words.” Realization: Jason didn’t exorcise any demons, but rather wrote the thing himself. The note was supposed to be from the demon of the little boy apparently.
I tell them yeah Jason kept telling me it was gonna be so scary down there but it wasn’t so bad.
It almost seems too easy that we’ve cleaned this up.
Later, the others are upstairs with the old man (at least 70 ft above us in the house) and Jason is at this well we can put our hands into. I follow him with another person at my side (it is only a feeling that they are there—nobody speaks to them, they do not speak. It is a small person I am sure but I will not say it was the boy) to another well on the other side. Actually it is just a hole in the ground that leads to the basement. I am watching him pour a bottle of water down into the water below.
I ask, ‘jason, so there never really was a boy there was there?’
He says something I cant comprehend, while intently watching his water from his plain water bottle pour into the basement from this 10x10 ft hole/well.
I ask again.
He leads me back to the first water place we were at (the third person disappears here), and says.’ Drink from it.’
Together we extend our hands into this water. There is a small hose going into it at one point and the water surface is soo rocky almost like something is churning it from underneath. As soon as I dip my hand in ( I don’t remember getting it to my mouth but I think the idea was that we did drink it) we hear and feel a violent bump. Like someone kicking you upwards under the chin. at first cant tell is it here with us but no it’s above the ceiling like the people above including the old man all scream in terror and the feeling is like if somebody hits the table you’re sitting at from underneath with fierce strength, with the other end of a broom.
Simultaneously I hear a scream like none before. It is the scream of the demon boy. In my imagination, He oddly enough resembles ‘danny’ from the shining. I wake up paralyzed and expect Jason to be there in bed with me but he is not. I am frightened and paralyzed by the fear. The thought is that I have been shot back to the time before all this happened and we are to do it over again, which is why I woke up in my bed. The act of drinking the water woke him back up in a way and now we are to do it all over again.
As soon as I get my balance, only by listening to cars outside (the whole time thinking the boy was real and the only reason I woke from the dream is because he came back, or rather showed his presence because we drank the water) I say jasons name aloud. He is still gone. I regain composure and write this immediately.
I am still shaken.
Also: somewhere along the way, the old man had a skeleton key.
Also, ben was holding me in the way he does when things are really wrong. Jason looked on..
March 6
Dad checks on me, sleeping. I’m in my bed straining neck back to see him. He is talking to another man, the man who has kidnapped and will soon kill me. I am talking to pepaw on the phone, he is dying. He says ‘you wont believe what he did to me’. The man kinda looks like pepaw, as I tell him while standing facetoface with my murderer in the bathroom. While dad and he are talking I make a run for it in just my tshirt. We are in the subdivision in somerset. I am trying to hide but there is nowhere to hide. Im running, the man is chasing after me and yelling. I know he’s going to kill me. I open my mouth and scream loud as i can, and I wakeup screaming.
Also, I wakeup (or do I) in the middle of the night and I hear someone below repeating something. It freaks me out. They wont stop repeating. In the morning I wonder if it was a dream or if I’m going nuts, because I hear something else coming from below when I lay my head on the pillow. A voice.
Early may
I am writing this weeks later and the beginning of the dream now escapes me.
In a castle, it is dark.
There are two sisters, princesses, on a platform below the floor I am looking at. Separated from the ground I am on. There is a table for feasting between the two. I see them fall asleep. I am in the mind of a homosexual man with shaven head who has come upon them and is thinking while watching them sleep of how much they have and how they do not deserve it. He is a wizard. He takes all they have and I see him race away down the hall with a flash of sparkling blue: one of the dresses he has taken from them.
Then it changes to pink, and I am inside him as he slides down the stairs on his butt. I see that he will soon surely crash into the gate at the bottom of the stairs, as the stairs turn to the left but he is going to fast. I don’t care because I am not him but only spectating from inside him. As we near the bottom and the gate, the bars slide apart to admit him. He is then suddenly on a swively rolly office chair, moving fast and bumping into the walls to maneuver. After a few bumps and direction changes I shoot out through a door into a gymnasium. There is a long table to my right. I bump into something (this is really much like the ping pong game on the computer) and the kings and queens move the chairs to admit my chair as I come zooming into their table.
The queen is annoyed at my interruption and therefore says ‘why don’t we let our guest say grace?’ so I start up the only prayer I know but try to paraphrase stupidly “please bless us, lord, and this food, which is a gift from you…” someone to my left down the table mutters ‘no shit!’ and I giggle, burst into laughter and that is the end of the prayer.
The queen is annoyed and I am enjoying annoying her.
I realize to my immediate left is jerielle, in a red dress fit for this renaissance table of royalty. I ask her what she’s doing here. Apparently she comes to these things often. She gets out a few magic tricks like those I played with when I was a kid and we set to trying to remember how to work them.
May 17, 2007
I am only writing this down because it has shaken me so this morning and for the last twenty minutes I’ ve been pacing the house and I cant shake the awful feeling it gave me.
It began with… how relevant, a party at jason’s. this girl was there, a girl I certainly thought had a thing for him, and maybe even vice versa. There were only two or three others there, friends, people I should’ve been comfortable around. The apartment space was large and strange. Darkish, with people under a poker table-like light being illuminated while I sat in another room adjacent, on the couch, facing the scene, while this girl poured over Jason. She wasn’t nearly as pretty as me but I knew that with my mood by the end of the night she could easily become more appealing because I was feeling alienated, I was annoyed, and I was about to go home.
More people arrived and of course wanted me to stay, but I suddenly stood up and walked away from the couch as if to leave and wanted to simply leave with only an ‘I’m leaving’ over my shoulder but I considered his wrath (or feelings maybe) for a moment and thought better of it. We’re facing each other against a pinkish wall with people behind, beside, and in front of us. We’re conversing how he’ll come over to my place tonight to sleep with me. He said he wouldn’t be done with the party till 7:30 am and then had to work at 9:30 and I kept telling him it didn’t matter to me, fine, sleep wherever (because honestly I was afraid of him and wanted him nowhere near me, probably ever again) and then made a conscious effort to speak more nicely to him in front of all these people who were watching me yell at their ‘leader’.
I just witnessed from my window a mother yelling at her three beautiful very small (three or four years old) children… two boys and a skipping blonde girl in a pink sundress and it made me very sad. She yells at them and they continue to skip down the street behind her, unaffected. For now.
Finally I leave… but somehow have to come back for some reason and I’m creeping around behind the closed doors of the party looking for a different way (there was some kind of danger and I don’t know if I was running from it or trying to protect the people in the party from it) but eventually it follows me and two others to a field… we run and run and finally choose a couple bushes to wrap around ourselves. I get in one bush with one person, behind him. The other person takes a nearby bush. We are holding onto this bush with all our might. It is so abnormal, and stretches and bends like a spider web but a very strong one, when our heads brush the ceiling and push at its sides.
The enemy comes. He is a man with followers, three or four. They maybe come on horses.
The person in the nearby bush is captured. We can see all that is going on through this thin web around us but somehow he cannot see us. The minions ask him what about the others? He says ‘I know where they are’
He has longish dark hair of course and is handsome. With his words of discovery I am not afraid for somehow I still believe we are hidden well and he is either bluffing or using metaphors.
The man in front of me is captured, and not very long after so am I. He pulls me out from behind and I am soon whisked off to another dimension.
In this dimension, women are sex slaves. We are forced to wear strange, confining costumes, forced to like it, forced to obey the “Degratti” who is the master and forced to have sex with him in whatever painful or demeaning way he wishes.
We are all sitting around in a circle at one point and he forces them all to tell why they love what they do. Now apparently the job of sex slave is something he can control our minds enough to (at least in front of him and others) pretend we enjoy thoroughly. The set of three girls to my right are very vivid in their cream colored dresses, all of different styles. One has her hair/arms in rollers in angel wings at her back and cannot move, until she is done speaking, when the angel wings in hair rollers turn into a snake and join her wrist to the girl’s next to her, whose turn it is now to speak.
Later a few girls and I are in the lounge of the degratti and another man is there. He turns away and with one motion of his hand turns his face into a beautiful woman’s. He is excited about having sex with the degratti tonight, as a woman with a dick. This will be the first time the degratti has experienced this.
Somehow of course I end up in the bed with them, and my smooth naked sweet womanness soon makes the degratti ask the man/woman to leave. I am lying naked against his back and am kissing lightly, sweetly and touching. I am not touching his genitals.
Soon enough he is behind me with his dick between my legs but not inside me. He is about to penetrate, soon enough, and suddenly the space beyond the giant modern bed in the degratti’s bedroom turns into a porthole to another dimension, through which I see my father, who currently represents my mother as well, my family, my old life away from this hell of sex slave life. I cry out to him and run to him and expect as I cross the boundary between degratti and old life to be stopped by a wall of illusion or the degratti to run after me but neither happens and I end up safe on the other side, degratti closed behind me.
I am now in a sort of factory/basement and there are many people there.
My little sister is there and colin as well. I go running towards this cellar through which I expect to run forever and Katie says oh I know where she’s going and colin says no I know where she is headed.
Through the cellar door I am kind of in an old crawlspace at the top of a house. It is almost an attic but not quite. There are a pigeon or two, maybe. Eventually I crawl out into greenery and a small field of it. I am still trying to run from the degratti. Here I lose details I knew better upon awakening, but now I only remember… eventually an older woman comes and three others. It is chapter two of the epic, the second part of the movie series, and it starts with a P. portmanteau, psychosis, something like that.
To recapture control of the world, the oldish woman wants to buy two pastries in one to-go bag from starbucks. The pastries hold the power, not because they are pastries but simply because that happens to be what the power was stashed in. I am behind a sort of counter yet still in this field with one side containing the shed/cellar/attic I came out of.
I refuse to sell her the pastries. I slowly make a wet cappuccino for the big man who is with her and I refuse to give her the power. What can she do?
Nothing.
