Dream 8-11-09: Swamp and VHD

Dream 8-11-09.

The beginning was the garden. The garden however, behind the grove o our yard was a swamp with pond weeds and scum. I was boated on floating sticks across the unknown depths of the bad water to the old fashioned pick up truck where stacks upon stacks of unknown, made-up gray Pink Floyd album and a tall tower of ceramic bowls tied with twine.  However the truck moved, and they fell into the water! Dad would be so mad!

I went to step on the sticks to get them and to shore, however my sister wouldn’t toss me them. So I leaped, and waded in the shallow water to shore. The shore being the back of our shed.

As I walked with my sister it was dark out, and where the other sheds were was farther away and a cottage. I was reading a Vampire Hunter D book where it said this village the Noble gives all the boys entering the village a test in these caves before he decides if one is to be at his pleasure. “He has a, shall we say, fondness for the males.” My sister giggled as I read it aloud.

Soon the image of Vampire Hunter D in a red tight weird hole…locked in and it looks like a red, smoother inside of a large geode. Well, next was a yellow and a blue one, with two rabbity creatures dying. Soon the vision ended and the vampire Noble *who looked like Count in the first VHD book* soon was carrying weakened D under his arm. The Noble had a greenish fine frock coat with yellowish long lacy sleeves, and D’s face was being twisted and distorted for a few moments…nonetheless I was being taken along by an invisible leash. The Noble was also bi, not gay. He had to keep up appearances anyways by having some lady!

We were led inside by some servants to the cottage, as the Noble went to a large sink and counter in the woods for his medicine. We sat at a table *familiar from the house I went to two days ago* and soon he returned with those delicious Chinese dumplings with the chives!

I ate alot of them, worried for D, and when the Noble left to get some of my ‘old friends’ D told me these were drugged with sleep drugs. The Noble meant for me to sleep while he had D…which was not very nice considering int he REALITY of the canon, Vampire Hunter D is basically invincible, and it would certainly be impossible really to rape him.

At this point the door opened and somehow I had short black hair. Outside looked in two ‘old friends of mine’ *who I had never seen before* a Pansy-flower faced lady in blue and another with dark hair in yellow.

I rubbed my head as the door immediately shut, somehow removing my straight short black hair out of a weird tie in the front, and I was wearing red. Then I was feeling loopy, strange colors as the drug took effect. Immediately I wandered into a room *again, familiar from my grandma’s house* with D, and I had a split person of myself, a hologram of a yellow dancing man on the wall. I flopped on the bed I was to share with the Noble and D *it could fit 3 as the Noble always expected* and soon fell asleep.

At this pointI woke up, once again. But went right back to sleep!

And so the dream weirdly continued. I flew to the garden and the edge of our swamp to the right. It was an airforce base where I worked. I landed, looking and walking about, past the All-Women’s-Air-Force unit with a meeting in the cockpit of a fighter plane. I watched the workers, taking over the night shift into the morning, clear and work at the desk I had worked at *supposedly* earlier in the night. All was fine as the sun rose over the morphing-in-size, bustling airport.

The End.

Dream 7-25-09: Pennywise and Sailor Moon.

Dream 7-25-09.
At Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp, 2009 Session II.

It was the dark room from my childhood, the room where I had my sleepover in my first girl scout troop. There Pennywise appeared, saying he wanted to eat and rape me at the same time. With fear, obviously I began to run, moving away from his slowly advancing form. Then, he decided to stalk and chase Tim Curry in the room, since Tim Curry played his role and *like the 7th Nightmare on Elm Street movie* he wanted to terroize him.

I sorted the Tim Curry movies in one of the cabnits in our kitchen. Then, going outside past some past dream landscapes it was sunny and there was the building we were in *we being me, my siblings and mom*was the forbidden palace.

We were in the parking lot, and there was the partiality of a Winnie the Pooh rollarcoaster. The coaster was a silver Volkswagen beetle mom hijacked, and in it we went over the cliff edge…into a puddle of water that turned into a blue and purple-mauve friendship bracelet. We got out, dissapointed it was not even finished!

And so, heading across the street, nighttime, to our neighbor’s yard. Sailor Moon, Mercury and Venus had spied, but Venus was the betrayer! We were surrounded by these evil versions of power rangers, and this fat middle aged man with long brown hair. We were waiting for Sailor Jupiter, but she didn’t come, and so I turned into a sailor scout with green and mauve purple-blue colors!

I was weak though, and in the fight I was easily gropped and captured in the fat man’s arms. As I struggled and became controted, small, I saw this strobe light vision of a man in the night, with a strobe light, being crushes by a snowball with a pine tree in the middle.

The End.

Pavi Museum Blue Lake: Dream 5-14-09

Dream 5-14-09.

Somehow it all began, on Beech Road, where I dressed up as the Penguin on Gaiaonline, a website I go to for fun.

Then, I saw people angry at me, as I move with my laptop up the road away from my house because I didn’t use the ‘proper’ penguin items. I felt stalked, and lost, and began to ran. There was danger, I was running from something…as I went down Eisenhower Road, *where it leads to an elementary school I used to go to* and behind me, down the winding path of the woddsy green suburbia was the light of a car…it was night.

I ran and ran, and there on a hill I saw a weird…veranda porch thing, which I went inside following a black man. Inside was white kinda-casual office room, with celebirties which I cna’t recall. One of them was one of the Largo siblings from Repo! The Genetic Opera which I hadn’t seen that movie yet. However there was one character that freaks me out, and that’s one of her brothers, Pavi Largo. With fear I entered the next room, which was dark and there standing was Pavi Largo and Marilyn Manson himself! I shied away from them, but they didn’t appear to give me much attention, and I went across the room to some steps, into a dark room that had curtains that let in very little light. There was a stainded glass pane of…like…a purple-green designs, it moved…and pointed to a door.

I went out and swam in the lake. I was very happy in my blue bathing suit and came back. Somehow I was on a ground level of sand with teenagers about, and the porch-veranda over there! There was also another porch but it was taller *the other porch-veranda was on a hill, that abrutply was cut off by the other one at ground level* I saw a person fall out of a chute in the middle, screaming in shallow water before crawling otu and running away, and then KISS was preforming there. The people in the fold up chairs watching had laughed at the person, now enjoyin the rock conert.

Dad was there besides me, and because apparently I worked here I got in free. I was in charge of the fire alarm and, looking at the black man at the porch thing, I knw I had some responsibility to do and that I really didn’t want it. for the fire alarm, I had to play this simple sheet music which I lied to dad that I knew it, and had instructions in case of an underground fire. Apparently, there were caves.

Dad left and I wandered about, and went back into the veranda so I could go swimming again. However, no one was inside, and as I explored the dark room in the far right corner was not the end, but hallways of dimly lit dressing room. There was a large space against the wall I looked at. And turned around to face Pavi Largo and Marilyn Manson, who were advancing on me and pinned me to the wall and floor.

I struggled, confused about the Manson part but I was being subject to kissing and their weights combined on my person. Manson was ravishing my neck and groping in my shirt while Pavi…his hands were touching me, in my jeans fondling me and making me gasp and moan. He was smiling and I just kept staring, fading in and out of  sensation before being pushed down. I crawled, blindly, and fell down the chute, and into the water of that porch, crawling out hoping the crowd would pity a victim of violation. I crawled, crawled to a greek temple filled with light and made it to my feet.

There, I met Andi who was smiling and handed me her pet Dachsund, while I was tyring to tel lher Pavi could have raped me. She ran off, and I walked the dog around the temple…then looked down off the edge. We were in the sky over a glacial snowy landscape, the ‘second floor’ The veranda iin the corner wiht the black man, and some buildings, pillars around the swaying in imaginary wind, with some rich old people inside oblivious to the danger.

I woke up.

Heaven and Hell: A Dream

Dream 4-20-09
I hide in the tunnels. I shouldn’t because I’m human, but now, they think I’m not. I’m some creature, being beaten down by the vicious witch from Voltron on her green, slimy dragon beast.

I crawl from the hole to my grandparents. I see a drawing. One way, it is a blad girl pale, horned, shrouded by black and demons besides her. She is hell. One way, she is a white angel, wings and reathers and the goblin creatures now soft and elegant; dieties of heaven.

My grandma and grandpa are posessed, monsters, pretending they’re normal but I know they’re not. Grandpa begins the chase, I run behind the house and have a running start on the gravel road. I run to the first bunker house with the children as grandpa looked and clawed, turning more and more into a vicious creature as I flew and jumped from one house to the next…

Somehow I was back at grandma and grandpa’s house, looking at a popup book. It showed Satan, masculine and red with fire at the southern equator of the earth holding it up like Atlas, while a harem or pale demoninc denziens were giving him a handjob. At the top, the north of the earth, was the white realm of heaven. An angel was holding, limpy with her hands like she was crufified a chain with a split, suspending the weight of the earth. She, or really, a transgender, was bald and naked, with linins whipping about with the clouds and her wings white and slowly flapping.

I turned the page to another story. There was a white haired, armored demon, dark skinned and almost like a Drow elf. He was in perpetual conflict at the equator of the earth with the right hand of God, the angel Heliosfaux. He had blonde hair, masculine and wearing golden and linen armor.

I was surounded in the room then by these vicious dark goblins inspired from Labyrinth and Bert and Ernie from Seaseme Street. Confused, I soon figured it out. I watched before my eyes the demon rape the sleeping Heliosfaux. There was screaming, crying gay pornography before my eyes!

It was finished and I closed the book, dropping it and heading past the bed. The goblins said that I, too, was to be raped, and there I was struck by a swarm of red thread. They wrapped tightly around my fingers, arms, and legs, pulling me face first on the bed, and I watched as the demon took form, and, with a condom and a tube of pink lube, set about to read himself to have at me.

For some reason, I kept crying out for my sister to help me. There was the fleeting image she was in the room, but it was a trick from the goblins gathered to watch as I was stripped, and looked about, moving, staring at the wall and the bed as I was thrust into, a demon taking me doggy style. I felt arousal, fear, and tears. The room was spinning, I was aware I made noises…but soon, I felt, I wanted it, I wanted this sex he was giving me, red thread around my fingers and the bed creaking with the dream-movements of copulation…

I had woken up when the wall spinned and spinned. It was 11:00 AM.

…..one hell of a dream.

.:Demon:.

–———>.

Demon.
Have you no pain?
No sorrow or remorse to feel
as you hasten through the court
to your own special place.
Ah, Demon, you are no other.
You cunning fiend, you lustful creature,
Demon.

Blood.
You smell and hear it.
It races through her body
as she sprints and dashes
the nightmare world of her soul.
It’s taste you relish as you chase and excite your appetite.
That woman, rushing through the thicket,
Blood.

Fear.
Is it true you can taste it?
I see you sit with her
and she squirms like a flushed rabbit
trembling in your arms.
Smiling you laugh and lick your lips and fingers entwine about her body.
It tastes strong as you lick her, that heavy scent of
Fear.

Power.
I know you need it.
To conquer the mortals
in your sick twisted game
and ease the tension of boredom.
Your purpose was to need and use them.
Now this one resists, and you know you must use your
Power.

Lust.
You’re like a man after all?
She screams as you grope
with claws in garments
tearing with urgency as you mount her.
Harsh movements cause you both to pleasure.
The air grows warm, her back arched with false
Lust.

Tears.
Her warm face dotted with water.
Gasping breath and heavy moans
excites you as one being together
for the moment as you violate her with glee.
The woman cries in pain and horror.
You taste the fear, inside her
Tears.

Death.
She wishes it would come.
It becomes granted painfully
when your claws in rapture rips her skin
and blood makes you purr as you kill her for your amusement.
Your blue lips open for a sound of laughter when you stab her dead.
Her wish was granted, and given true
Death.

Hunger.
What more do Demons feed upon?
I watched your tongue lap
the blood that spilt on her sweated pale skin
and heard the moan as it whetted your throat.
You enjoyed your unGodly meal.
Turning her soul to harlot, and feeing your Hellish
Hunger.

Return.
All demons, Hugo, have a home.
I saw you stand
in the naked light of night and leap
into the air with a streak of blood.
You flew into the underground to that palace of yours.
Hugo has eaten, and had seen his one night
Return.

———->.

A poem of my character, evil clown Hugo.

OH GOD MY EYES ARE BLEEDING.

Eric, Venger and Shadow Demon: Non-consensual.

MY EYES MY EYES!

I mean yes I’m a fan of this series *Dungeons and Dragons the Animated Series* YES it was implied Eric is gay and Venger’s bi for the kids but…but…I wasn’t expecting to find more than two pieces of fanart in my life putting that dirty fantasy to life. *I only found one other before this*

Excuse me while I trying not to gag and choke on my tears and keep my lunch down. THANK YOU.

O_O CLOWNS! A Dream.

Dream 3-22-09.

I await Bella, from Twilight, to run the length of the fence in the English countryside. A crowd gathers at a gravel pit in front of some buildings from a previous dream. I stand, and runa nd watch.

Then Pennywise the Dancing Clown pops up out of the turf.

Don’t see me! Please don’t Oh GOD! I think as I back away. Hopefully he will be distracted by ALL the people running away screaming from the evil clown. I run into the building, frigthened, go through a couple of levels and at the back on the conrecte of the place.

I go back, happy and safe, to a living room down some short wide steps, like a school. And there is Pennywise, socializing with some Confederate Civil War officers.

O_O I squeal and start backing away hoping he didn’t see me and he’s doing other things…but when I go back to the back of the building again and walking on the sides to another entrance, I turn and look behind me and…Pennywise is walking at a fast pace towards me with his evil smile.

I start running…it’s a long ways away! I keep turning my head and he’s still at the same paces away from me! All chuckling and evil and my breath is ragged, I start screamign and whimpering and whining, frightened to wit’s end! I swear I was at this point doing it loudly in my sleep…there were tears in my eyes!

I made it in, flew up the stairs to the previous level. There was a giant, long long hall of rooms and banquests and several dress parties and books. I leaned agianst the railing in the dark of the stairs up there. I felt calm and relaxed. Then I followed my old Girl Scout troop, somehow I was in my orange prom dress, and followed to dinner in the first room.

Then I looked to the stairs and Pennywise was coming. For me.

We were all scremaing and panicking by then! I ran out the room, however it was laboured and I was wearing a dress! I went through more dinners and banquets and DARED NOT TO LOOK BACK. Then I was through the maze of used books by the piles! In fact I felt he was so close as I went through, screaming and gasping I was climbing over the walls…a big wall and then I fell.

I landed on my sides and my leg was broken. I could feel the pain! The humiluation of not being able to run and move while…while…P-Pennyw-wise w-was…standing…r-right there looking d-down at me…

People were watching but couldn’t do a thing. I was kicked and I crawled down the shute into…downdowndown…

I landed on a pile of newspapers and a heatlamp. It was an abandoned half-done office with glass winodws all around. It was a half circle. With nylon strech cubicle walls for to make three rooms and the round part of the blue carpet room I was in was the hallways.  I dragged myself, no crawled to one room with a pond, tiled floor, a fireplace and half finished and styrofoam everywhere. I knew this building, looking outside the window I was under the big complex but the building was big and I was under a big overhanging…lost…abandonded…

I crawled to the other room. It had a toilet and a mass of tall intricate pipes going up to an overhanging with brown dirt in mounds. There were people there, gray haired, old and young…dirty…and holes in burlap up above. I crawled up to the edge, partially hanging on. An old man was talking to me.

“People up above in the greater book store occasionally fall into tunnels and tubs that, through those burlap holes that are rotting, come down here. Pennywise made them and picks us off once and awhile to eat.”

You can bet my face was very very very scared at this point. I crawled down the pipes and down to the floor crawling my way to the half-finished room.

There was paper on the wall with scraggly handwriting and a talking statue that looked alot like my friend Hillary. * O_o* It said…Pennywise would feed me. I could drink from the pond for it was clean and bathe in it. I had a warm fireplace. My sleeping place was the newspapers under the heatlamp. The only way I saw I could amuse myself was playing with the fake plants and Styrofoam. However there was also a black and white thick fashion magazine and I started reading an article about fat ladies capsizing in pools and drowning.

I decided, since I was limber and such, I could escape through the burlap tunnels to freedom, since the old people there did not have enough strength! I also feared I was only here to fatten up for Pennywise like the others up there…and worse. Why was I special?

I crawled up the pipes. I latched, despite hte burdan of my aching leg, to the rim. I asked the old man to help me up.

It was Pennywise that grabbed my arm. With a wicked grin and angry eyes.

The overhang was rising up! He was holding my arm as I dangled high into the air! if I fell I could hurt or even kill myself! I screamed and struggled, pleading with everything I had to please don’t kill me…please don’t…

He was angry I tried to escape. He dropped me.

I clung to the rim before the strength gave out. when I fell I grabbed a pipe halfway, then landed on the hard carpet, pain…weak…watching Pennywise swoop down and drag me by the hands to the window while I was definietely the helpless damsel in distress: however no one was coming to rescue me.

I was flopped and sobbing on the carpet and I felt warm hands on my face and body. He meant not to eat me…but something else as he kneeled by my side with drool from his white and red pasty lips.

Then I woke up.

Seriously dude. SERIOUSLY.

If you don’t know who Pennywise is…