Dreamed 2001/11/30, written 7:51 pm (life in the twilight zone) by Scottopic
I went to sleep, mild fever.
What is on my legs?
I can't bring myself to look. I'm suddenly seven again, afraid to make a noise, even the little clicking sound with my tongue which would bring Persephone over to me.
I sit up. Persephone curls in my lap, looking at the wall by my bed, where the noise was.
Doubt I'll be back to sleep for a while.
current mood: creeped.
The mood of this dream surprised me. By that I mean, Scottopic could just as easily have welcomed the thing, or been merely curious. Intruder though it was, it seems friendly enough; just wants to sleep on his bed. The creepiness Scott feels seems more about the impossibility of its entry than its nature. Those who have met ghosts describe a prickling unease; this seems akin.
The territorial reaction of Persephone, on the other hand, WAS inevitable. Whatever the intruder was, no matter how much bigger, it had no right to get in bed with Persephone's pet human. Cats!
This dream is from Weremonkey's Lair, a small dream-library (see Kindred Sites). Permission requested. No answer! Are you out there, Scottopic?
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