I have vivid dreams sometimes. Last night was especially interesting and honestly, I kind of want to write it out because it WAS so interesting.
So the dream is in third person, like I’m watching a tv show or reading a book with a good imagination (ahem). The setting is a weird mix of classical Indian and Japanese. And there are things that call out that it is a weird mix. Most of the people in the room think nothing of it, but there are 2 men dressed as Middle Easterns but clearly fake beards (I mean, pretty good – but in modern terms “clearly fake”) who make comments about stuff being unusual.
The room is set for a party. And there are several young women who are considered to be psychic who will be “summoning the dead to speak” tonight. Of course my foreign men scoff at this witchcraft nonsense, but the two young women most involved are quite serious. One is considered one of the greatest beauties in the land as well as an extremely powerful psychic. The other is also beautiful, but not AS beautiful and much more demur about her power. They had names in the dream and they are already fading. So we’re going to call them Haughty and Demur.
So Haughty is bragging that she is going to bring back some powerful general or king or demi-god (the language is such that it kind of means all three?). Demur doesn’t think it’s a good idea, but doesn’t argue enough and sets up for the ritual lighting the candles the six psychics are going to use as shields or something.
The two foreigners are wandering around trying to find the trick at this point and pointedly being told by onlookers not to interrupt or disturb the ceremony. It begins and it’s as weird and lovely as anything on TV. A doorway hovers in the center of their circle – golden gilt edges that move and twist and roll. Like snakes or vines on moment and then rolling waves of water the next – it was a cool effect my brain made.
AND – this is where the dream got weird and special. One of the walls in the room turned clear – and on the other side of the glass – ALIENS. The two foreigners swear, the onlookers all start talking. Haughty yells at her acolytes to concentrate but several FREAK OUT.
And then the mystical door opened and a demon came through. Not as cool as some of the other stuff my brain made up – this was like a minotaur kind of thing with lots of green slobber. All hell breaks loose. The two foreigners pull six-shooters and open fire. Haughty is grabbed by the head and something sucked out of her (soul? I dunno).
Demur is the one who saves her, stepping in and using weird language to drive it back. As it steps back through the door though – it becomes a GORGEOUS man and winks at her. It/he (Demon) blows her a kiss of yellow flame and it emblazens on her shoulder (uncovered – I wish I could draw so I could recreate the mixture Indian sarong and Japanese kimono outfits)
So Demur collapses and her father (no idea her dad was in the room!) comes over yelling and hollering – turns out HE’S kind big and powerful…. anywho. Everyone is freaking out. Demur gets put on a couch alone in a room and the two foreign dudes come in – one of them has his beard kind of sagging on one side right now. Demur confronts them about not being “arabs from the west” and they finally admit they’re not. She offers to help get them out of the palace through some secret tunnels she knows of.
Turns out these are the passages the ALIENS use to “tend” their “zoo” (these people). The foreigners are space-men. The dream moves to the alien environment there and gets way more confusing (and it’s already fading!! noooo!)
The demon now can cross because of the mark he left on Demur. He offers her powers to save the 2 dudes (she might have a crush on one of them). They pick up a red-headed chick. Demur ends up having these awesome psychic golden chain-things she can lash people/aliens with. One of the space-men was more techy, the other more the weapons/sharp-shooter/sneaky dude…..
And too much of that second half has faded but it was COOL. To me. I’m not saying my imagination is a healthy place all the time – but dreams like this…. damn they’re just fun.
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