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[Apr. 17th, 2005|11:17 am]

You ever have one of those dreams?

You know, where it feels real, even though things are subtly wrong enough that you (in retrospect) ask yourself how you could have believed it?

But more than that, where it feels important, and meaningful, like whatever happens is going to change your life forever?

And finally, one where, at the dramatic moment, you feel deep and powerful fear, and a need to act, though it vanishes as you hit that stage of wakefulness that makes you realize that, however real it feels, it really was a dream?

You need to rememeber this: it's important. At the grand, dramatic moment, it was terrible, and terrifying. If you were there, you would have agreed. I grant you, if you were watching it on a TV screen, or even an IMAX theater, you'd have a different reaction.

It started with a van driving erratically, and dangerously; you would look around and look for who the van was chasing, or who was chasing the van... no one drives like *that* unless one or the other is happening.

It swerved through a ninety degree turn, and then, as it was driving to a steep dropoff, it started another. It went to two wheels, and with a sick feeling, I watched it flip over the edge.

There were other people watching, so I yelled for someone to call the police and fire department. (Another "this is a dream" thing: I don't know what I said, but I know it sure as hell wasn't anything coherent, like "call the police and fire department". It might well have been "google blabie booyea police fibble fire blowgun!", but it certainly meant "call the police and fire department". An interesting note: why not "911"? Were my dreams locked in when I was a child, before 911 was readily and nationally available?)

Then I started scampering down the side of the embankment, pretty impressed with how easy it was. Of course, I always loved going down things like this when I was a kid, pretending I was Spider-man and the nearly-vertical surface was actually vertical.

I ran up to the van, and I saw it... it was huge, an antlered beast, on top of the van, maybe? Except, then I realized the roof of the van was open (torn through, perhaps?) My first thought was "The horned god... wow, I've never been much of a horned god person." (Again, not quite so coherent, but that was definitely the meaning.)

And then... the realization of what this meant. The great and terrible moment happened, for the creature started to move. I didn't know what this meant; maybe it was the beast ready to attack, and I had to try to stop it; maybe it was a terrible threat the horned god had come to combat. But it was real, and it was terrible, and it was terrifying.

And, in a deep, powerful voice, the beast spoke.



And in a still more powerful voice that vibrated deep within, one so powerful you felt that the air in your lungs was now set to motion,


And his nose lit up, bright red, with an incandescence that was too bright and terrible to look at.

And then I started waking up.

I'm not sure if I should be relieved or disappointed about that last bit.

[User Picture]From: wolfette
2005-04-17 06:42 pm (UTC)
Oh boy! that beats my dream last night about my employers trying to relocate my two best friends (who also work for the same civil service agency) to Portugal. Dunno why Registers of Scotland were relocating us to Portugal (Portree is a possibility however).

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[User Picture]From: wcg
2005-04-17 07:04 pm (UTC)
OK, that's just bizarre. I'm sure it was scary as hell for you in the dream, but reading it I just cracked up.
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[User Picture]From: lblanchard
2005-04-17 07:20 pm (UTC)

Maybe it was the boggart in the wardrobe?

There's a shape-shifting baddie in the Harry Potter books called a boggart that can assume the shape of its victim's worst nightmare. The defense against the boggart is to imagine it in some comical aspect while uttering the incantation, "Riddikulus!" One of the Hogawarts profs ran a whole class through the exercise, one by one, of releasing the boggart from a wardrobe, having the student employ the "Riddikulus" charm,and putting it back in the wardrobe.

Although I have no idea why the horned god might be your worst nightmare, of course...
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[User Picture]From: elimloth
2005-04-17 09:29 pm (UTC)
Wow, that was quite the dream, John. Rudolph? Okaayyy.

The most noteworthy lucid dream I had was walking down busy urban streets, and as I quickly turned left into an alleyway between buildings, I floated up several feet. People around me stopped and looked up in astonishment. Of course, this reaction had the quality of delaying my realization I was dreaming. Once I realized I was dreaming, I thought it would be easy to control the floating thing, but no, it took quite a bit of effort to direct my movements in 3-space.

I like that quality of running down (or up) vertical surfaces.
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[User Picture]From: eleccham
2005-04-17 11:09 pm (UTC)
It was the Horned God. Coyote just put him up to it. :)
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From: kightp
2005-04-18 01:22 am (UTC)
Darlin', have I ever told you that you're weirder than batshit?

In a nice way, of course. (-;
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[User Picture]From: jenny_evergreen
2005-04-18 11:57 am (UTC)
That, for me, was hilarious. Thanks!
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[User Picture]From: blackthornglade
2005-04-18 06:08 pm (UTC)
Aaaand why do you think it *wasn't* the Horned God? Hmmm? :) He's got a bizarre sense of humor when we're taking something too seriously. It's rather anti-climactic, I know...but there you go. *grins*

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[User Picture]From: siliconivy
2005-04-18 10:24 pm (UTC)
It does sound all scary & tense but ::snicker:: the Rudoplh thing just makes me laugh.

though Rupolph as a version of the horned god is nothing I had thought of before.
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