Anthology: Leave Home eep Come Back yay, Outdoor Festival Turns Dark, Sucubus Nightmare

Lots of dreams, lots of little stories, little scenes:



I am in a car, I am returning to a place I was in an earlier dream tonight, but this time it is from a different angle. It seems like such a nice place. Simple but nice! White walls, nice windows, sunlight shining upon the white bright and shiny! It's like a small hotel. Lots of greenery, flowers, both in front of the building and in the median.
When I was there before, it was inside a residence, coming down to the garage all inside into a basement like garage where my car was. I felt creeped out like someone was waiting for me so I put my keys in between my fingers and decided to talk to no one no matter what until I was in my car. I didn't feel completely safe until I was out and on the road, phew!
This time it felt the opposite. Light, open, safe. And slow! The traffic was slow as I moved in the parking lot road to my garage but I didn't mind, I felt great!



I am at a festival. It is outside, in a short-grass meadow surrounded on either side by hump-like hills with some tree. Lots of tents and a more permanent building, lots of people, lots of things to do and see! There food, games, dancing, shopping, it was a blast!
But now it's night. I find myself walking towards the field. I am not even half-way to the hill yet. It is dark, the shadows play. I hear a loud bass sound .... it is far away, but coming closer. Then it cuts off. I have to run the few feet between me and the first hump-hill. I make it, and I hide up in a tree. I wait. I hope I am not found as hooded shadows, spiky and gnarly with jumpy chaotic energy that pulls in more than it lets out like black holes, as they come towards me and start to pass under my tree but stop ... don't hear the bass of my heart beat don't hear my breathing more like wheezing, don't let my sweat drop on you, don't smell my fear and doubt, just keep walking .. and they do!



I am not so successful in the next scene. I am in a dull concrete room. I know it is far underground, under Colorado. Finally the end of the experiment, last stage! Then testing can begin. This item before me was inside a miles upon miles long circle spinning and spinning and spinning.
Now it's been placed inside this "unbreakable" box, we can see inside, it is also lit from within. We are all males, all middle-age and older, nerdy or stony looking, scientists or military. We have been working on getting this for so long! Did our research in many myths, had help where ever we could find it even Nazi and worse.
We actually smile and cannot wait.
The light in the box is pulsing, a bright white light. Suddenly it flashes so bright it fills the box and pours out into our eyes, we shield them and miraculously nobody goes blind. Still, we blink the purplish hue away until we see what is in the box. It is not just the light anymore, it has company.
It is a paper-white human body with sickeningly bright purplish-reddish-green hair. But not just any human, but a female. She is in a fetal position with her back to us. One of us we don't know who was able to break the spell long enough to hit a button near the box and the figure jumped a bit while staying in position.
Then she unfolds like a flower and turned over on her back and arched. She is naked. And she is perfect. She is irresistible.
Too soon she realizes this. She picks a word from one of our brains, maybe mine, and she calls herself that. She calls herself "Succubus".
Moving so smoothly, perfect feminine in every way, she is now on her hands and knees, beckoning towards us. Her hair seems to flow behind her!
I don't like this. I don't like this at all. But I am just an assistant scientist, lowest on the totem pole of scientists and then military. So, I start to back away.
But the leader of the project, a man steeped in secret societies looking to be spies and spiritual at the same time, which means diving headlong into the abyss, is the one who walks forward. Nobody stops him. Not to help, not out of jealousy, nope no way no how is he stopped. He reaches the glass ... she kisses the glass and puts her bare breasts on the glass ... he kisses her lips and touches her breasts with only the glass between the two of them ... until the glass is gone and she is on top of him.
She screams out in a sound that is part banshee part the highest ecstacy. She rips his clothes off and rides him even as she is eating him alive. She jumps off of him as he squirts a gushing fountain of all kinds of liquids. His body is like a bag or balloon that strangely empties from these two sources until it is flat. She is bathing in the mixture of fluids where she has also added her own. She is slurping it up and sliding and spinning around in it.
As the others are throwing up and reacting however else they are, I don't wait to see what happens next. I know these people have reaped what they have sown, they have gotten what they asked for and boy are they going to get it.
Finally, I am free. I know she is the key to my freedom, finally!!!! I can escape this evil hell I've been forced to help create.
I run out the door and key it to close it ... it is the only one and is specially created for containment from the inside and the outside. I key in the permanent code for both inside and out and make my way to the many different ways and vehicles to reach the surface and the fully loaded military hum-vee that I have waiting for me.

... maybe some day I can also escape the horror I just witnessed ...

... hopefully that horror can never escape and will eventually die of hunger ...

crush pills in unwakeable darkness

try to wake, get up groggy, digital clock radio is out of reach on floor or about to fall off, why won't the lights turn on, groggily make way through rooms towards the kitchen to crush pills for her, again with the lights not coming on, gotta crush the pills for her then I can shower
in this long rectangular apartment, i shouldn't need to lock the door anymore, I'm all alone, it's dark why aren't the lights coming on are the motion sensors broken?, look around my place, odd that there seems to be a lot here but not a lot at the same time, stare at doorless closet with jackets hung, dad comes in and leaves, dad and brother come in, dad starts taking jackets off without asking, I find him with his cart of my stuff and I ask him what he thinks he is doing. He states he is getting rid of this junk for my own good.
I tell him it is my stuff, I decide what is junk or not and I will rid myself of what I want when I want to, it is not his decision to make.

Segue somehow to a computer screen. It has an odd interface on the menu. There is a vocal part to this, reading the menus and information. The vocal part gets an odd morphing of a visual element. Looks like just lips at first, spinning. But soon it turns into a bone and muscle mouth and throat. It spins and comes closer. It fills in, but still looks oddly like a skinned being. Eventually it is a whole face, barely fleshed, with a jaw that is much smaller than the rest of the head with chapped lips and tic-tac-teeth. It is not a pleasant sight.
Yet my fear actually lessons as the changes progress.

The radio alarm goes off, awakening me from this very vivid and encompassing dream to two thoughts: 1) why aren't the lights coming on 2) what about giving her the crushed pills?

Cinema Lobby To Outside Vending Machine

I am out with a female friend. It is not clear who she is. Sometimes she seems tall thin and blonde, but at other times just an inch or less taller than me not thin and dark hair. We seem close, but I don't think it's a date. We are comfortable with each other, but there is also a kind of distance between us.
We walk into this building. I am not sure what it is. But, it's busy here! Outside it is sunny and green and lots of shiny happy people walking around and lots of activity and smiles and laughter. Inside it's not so much, but it is still nice.
I keep catching pieces of the conversations of passers-by. They seem to be mostly talking about a musician, like one in an alternative band.
Johnny Goth was a name I think. Someone said they saw him without any makeup and in plain street clothes. Someone else said they saw him being put into an ambulance but all they saw was a large gash on his upper right thigh. They may have mentioned another name, but I forget.
My attention is also caught by a strange movie poster. It is for a movie called something like "Phantasmagoria". At first, I thought it is about the old scawi movie "Phantasm", but it isn't. It has the name on top, and underneath it has pictures/illustrations on the left and writing on the right. One I think is of a guy and a girl that look like they are from the 50's in a bowling alley. The people are in the foreground, and they are from a different time but seem familiar for some reason.

Then me and my friend go outside. It is like a rectangular area between buildings, shaded but with some sunlight poking through. It is mostly cement, but with some parts are grass. There is a bench there. It is metal and seems bolted into the ground. There might have been a bicycle rack as well, but I am not sure.
In front of the bench is a big and bulky looking vending machine. It was in the Coke colors of red and white. So, I wanted to get a drink for us. I have a lot of quarters in my hand.
I am shocked by the high price!
Still, I start putting quarters in. I drop some. I take longer than usual trying to find them and pick them up. They are silver and gold and some seem to shine in the available light. I feel like this frustrates my friend. So, I get agitated. I'm trying to find these quarters and it's gotten slower because I can feel her mood. Now I am worried because I think I heard the machine beep.
I am taking too long!

Move Opposite To Me

I kept finding my door unlocked. I am in a dorm like apartment.

One night, I hear all this commotion outside. What is going on? I know someone is outside my door. So, I quietly turn the lock so it's locked. But it gets unlocked so I hold the door closed. At first I cannot turn the lock back, but then I can. This happens again, and again. On the third try, I give up and let the door open. It's the manager or something. He is a super-dark skinned guy. He wants to move someone next door to me that is the opposite, hoping we'd learn something from each other and both be more balanced because of it. I protested. I was thinking they would be loud, rude, disrespectful, etc. I didn't want my life to be disturbed tat much. I have things to do, like homework or study or something. I didn't want to be stressed out with this. But, then I wondered if maybe he was right and it wouldn't be that bad.

"trainer", help in the maze of work

I am in a spacious square room like a classroom. I am further led to believe that this is supposed to have the flavor of a classroom because I am sitting in a chair with the desk that is attached to it, looking like a comma (,).
There are others here, mostly milling around. My attention is on someone behind me. She is in the last row I am in the second to last row, and we are on the farthest right of the room.
I get a strong feeling that this is Amber from work. She seems to be closer to me than the desk part of her chair should allow. Sometimes it seemed she should have that desk part, but she was so close she couldn't have it.
I am focusing on her shirt. It is a black T-shirt with gold lettering over the middle of her chest. It says "trainer". The colors of gold on black and something about the font reminded me of Star Wars, but I couldn't grasp the connection in my dream.
So, I asked one of the people milling about if it reminded them of Star Wars. She said no, it's just a black shirt.
(I have an alternate idea that has come to me for this part:
This lady looks at me as if she is annoyed at the interruption and says, "Now, why would a black shirt remind me of anything worth talking about with you?"
I reply, "So, in your language that translates to "no", right?" and gave her a wink and a puckish smile. She turned her nose up at me and scooted off. Funny!)
So, I turn back to Amber. Again, I'm just looking at the shirt with the words above her heart Chakra. I consider that if only I can see them then they are meant for me to see. And because it is on HER shirt it is also meant for her like maybe she would get something (training from me?) out of what I see with her. Because I was the only one who could see it. I don't know if she could see it, she never spoke.

***

In a kind of segue to the next scene, I am called out of a room to help Beth the team leader at work. I see her off and on. At the same time I do and don't want to help. I feel very lazy and dreamy.
I am in a maze of hallways. I am not quite sure where I am going, but at the same time I don't feel that lost. Just a little. I just keep walking, exploring, smiling. Up ahead of me Beth comes around a corner and she's grousing about how stupid this place is, how it's a maze, and how lost she feels. I start to walk faster to catch her up, but then I feel like I don't want to after all, so I duck into a side hall. This is like a kind of balcony as well as a hallway, the balcony is on my left. I take the time to breathe a sigh of relief and smile before continuing to explore this place.

***

Car Shopping

I am at a big car lot
it's full of new cars
I am looking, but I don't feel I can pick one, so I say thanks.

... other dreams I cannot recall ...

then I am back at the car lot.
seems like the same one.
Very similar people, similar place, similar cars.
If it is not the same one I would be very surprised.
They keep trying to get me to buy the bigger cars.
They even try to get me to buy a pick up truck!
blech, I've never liked pick up trucks, let alone big cars.
So, I say thanks but no thanks, but you guys keep showing me the wrong cars.
I've told you want I want.
And they say yeah, and we've been showing them to you.
"Um, no, you haven't. I've pointed to the ones I want, but you steer me away to ones that are the exact opposite, and THEN you tell me this one is for show anyway and I'd have to wait for mine to be ordered."
They have no idea what I'm talking about. They just stand there,blinking, and after a moment say "here, you wanna test drive the truck?"
I just roll my eyes and leave the lot.

***

analysis:

it's about me, what I want.
while i do have trouble making decisions sometimes
and I have had trouble for people making decisions for me
I think it's a bit of that but even more
I think it has to do with me trying to pick a girl.
I NEVER get he girly I want!
And I end up getting NO girly.

OR IT'S ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE

Because I am writing this after work and that influenced me and I wrote in things in the dream here that I am not sure happened. I did see a pick up truck and all the cares before were not what I wanted, and I gave up at the end and woke up.

Danger Follows us to Computer Store, Forest Spiral Cave Vortex

Dream #1: Danger Follows us to a Computer Store

I am in a house & a mute regular looking man was after me. I am trying to figure out how to get away and be safe. I am trying to keep others with me safe, not just myself.

We are in cell-like rooms. Then I am in a computer store. I am still wary of the boogie man, but I still shop! I ask for 2 things. The first is a game. The 2nd is a graphics ship with pixel shading medium in price.
I make sure to ask for a special addition to the game where someone else lives. Te original only came with you the player surviving, but they came out with a version where you can save more than just yourself, and I wanted that version.

Am I playing the game now? At one point I watch this young man get home, he rushes upstairs to his room closing the door quietly but quickly behind him.
...

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Hypnogogic nap

I am in a grotto, verdant, lots of big trees all close together. I go down and around in a spiral to a cave. Inside is a vortex to another place. I enter ...