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04-25-2018, 09:46 PM
23 April 2018
Back to back dreams:
1) I'm in a living room of an unfamiliar house. There are people there, none are known to me. It's like the quietest cocktail party ever. Everyone's dressed up, they're all holding drinks, but they're just standing around and watching me. A tall, skinny figure all dressed in black, its arms and legs long and weirdly jointed, glides through the crowd straight towards me. It has a heavy veil over its head and attached to veil about where its face might be located is a screen, like an Ipad or something. On the screen is a grainy image of my mother, smiling. The figure glides towards me, arms reaching for me. Its hands have only three long claw-tipped fingers. I step back but it grabs me by the arms and leans its head down to me so all I see is my mother's image. The claws dig into my arms and I tell it to let me go. It asks, in a tinny voice like what one would hear from an old radio, Aren't you glad to see your mama? I retort, You are not my mother. It cocks its head and asks if that's any way to talk to your dear mother? I repeat, You are not my mother. Segment ends.
2)Outside, surrounded by people. The black covered figure swoops into sight and heads for me again, arms outstretched like before. I step back, telling it to keep its distance. It makes a move to grab me around the torso this time but I evade its grasp. Tell it to back off or I would do what I thought necessary to defend myself. My mother's image on the screen shifts to one of feigned horror. The tinny voice says, Surely you wouldn't hurt your own mother! I back up, start pulling energy, and respond with You. Are. Not! My! Mother!
Just as the figure moves to grab me again, it's like an arm wraps around my waist and yanks me completely out of the scene. The last thing I see is surprised expressions on all the watchers and my mother's image on that screen.
Then I'm standing with the familiar dark-haired man in a completely gray environment. He asks if the figure hurt me. I shake my head as I ask why he pulled me out, I wasn't frightened or anything. He tells me it wouldn't be a good idea to let "them" know what I'm capable of doing. That makes sense to me. I ask what I should do if the figure returned in the next series of dreams. We talk for a while, planning what our next moves will be should there be another dream with that weird figure in it, how to respond without giving ourselves away. Then I woke to use the restroom.
When I resumed sleep, it was all just regular dreams after that.
The figure had a distinct insectoid feel to it, the way it moved and the length of its arms and legs(Not to mention the 3 claw-tipped fingers on each hand). I've never seen such a thing in any of my dreams.
My mother and I had our issues with each other but I would never imagine her as an insectoid figure. Usually when she shows up in my dreams, she looks as she did when she was alive.
Back to back dreams:
1) I'm in a living room of an unfamiliar house. There are people there, none are known to me. It's like the quietest cocktail party ever. Everyone's dressed up, they're all holding drinks, but they're just standing around and watching me. A tall, skinny figure all dressed in black, its arms and legs long and weirdly jointed, glides through the crowd straight towards me. It has a heavy veil over its head and attached to veil about where its face might be located is a screen, like an Ipad or something. On the screen is a grainy image of my mother, smiling. The figure glides towards me, arms reaching for me. Its hands have only three long claw-tipped fingers. I step back but it grabs me by the arms and leans its head down to me so all I see is my mother's image. The claws dig into my arms and I tell it to let me go. It asks, in a tinny voice like what one would hear from an old radio, Aren't you glad to see your mama? I retort, You are not my mother. It cocks its head and asks if that's any way to talk to your dear mother? I repeat, You are not my mother. Segment ends.
2)Outside, surrounded by people. The black covered figure swoops into sight and heads for me again, arms outstretched like before. I step back, telling it to keep its distance. It makes a move to grab me around the torso this time but I evade its grasp. Tell it to back off or I would do what I thought necessary to defend myself. My mother's image on the screen shifts to one of feigned horror. The tinny voice says, Surely you wouldn't hurt your own mother! I back up, start pulling energy, and respond with You. Are. Not! My! Mother!
Just as the figure moves to grab me again, it's like an arm wraps around my waist and yanks me completely out of the scene. The last thing I see is surprised expressions on all the watchers and my mother's image on that screen.
Then I'm standing with the familiar dark-haired man in a completely gray environment. He asks if the figure hurt me. I shake my head as I ask why he pulled me out, I wasn't frightened or anything. He tells me it wouldn't be a good idea to let "them" know what I'm capable of doing. That makes sense to me. I ask what I should do if the figure returned in the next series of dreams. We talk for a while, planning what our next moves will be should there be another dream with that weird figure in it, how to respond without giving ourselves away. Then I woke to use the restroom.
When I resumed sleep, it was all just regular dreams after that.
The figure had a distinct insectoid feel to it, the way it moved and the length of its arms and legs(Not to mention the 3 claw-tipped fingers on each hand). I've never seen such a thing in any of my dreams.
My mother and I had our issues with each other but I would never imagine her as an insectoid figure. Usually when she shows up in my dreams, she looks as she did when she was alive.