Since I didn’t post yesterday, I post something from my twisted little mind, my gothlings. I had a nightmare the other night, obviously, and I’m going to hope that you being the type of people that you are, like me so it’s not an insult, understand what a nightmare entails. It is not always being ridden by the Night Hag or the Mare, which I have experienced and it is not pleasant. Sometimes it’s just your subconcsious talking to you.
All right, so here we go. It took place in two littlw shops joined into one in the town that I grew up in. I don’t know what other people saw but I could see an evil little elf like creature who had found a way to make his trade in the current times. In his shop were the dreams that you would ever want. The house, the trip, the baby, the money, anything. He had a cashregister but no one ever checked out because in order to take these things in the end he got your soul. He was jolly, friendly, more than happy to help and he did not like me. But how does he confront me without blowing his merry cover with his customers? He can’t.
So I go through his store grabbing everything I can. Every dream I know that the people I love hold dear and my arms are over-flowing as I head for the door. I know if I can just get to the door and outside, these people will be safe because I know the truth and they aren’t my dreams. I’m gathering dreams for others. For some reason there’s a miniature jumbo jet that I’m trying to hold on to that keeps slipping because my arms are so full. But I’ve got to get theses dreams into the sun.
I woke up after that. I know I was close to the door and the little man was furious with evil rage and I was scared. So what is worse? That I knew the truth or that I don’t know if I made it? Or was it just a stupid dream? I’ll let you decide, my darklings because I know what I think is true.
Dreams are so fun:) My father-in-law always told his kids that dreams were just your brain pooping. I agree somewhat but some dreams do have meanings. Your dream sounds most exciting and nothing is scarier that an evil elf! I think not knowing if you got out is more frightening than knowing the truth. But if you didn’t know the truth, getting out wouldn’t mean anything in the end;)
Not knowing if I got out when I was so close was scary because I was carrying so many dreams away from the elf and therefore those people’s souls to safety. But what was really scary this elf guy was this twisted ugly man-thing on the inside and no one but me saw it. Everyone else just saw the jolly trinket salesman who just happened to have exactly what you wanted and how he kept watching me with such hatred because he knew I saw him for what he was but he couldn’t do anything about it. I don’t know. I have weird dreams. lol
Krista, what I find interesting about your dream is that you are struggling so hard to go from the darkness into the light. Is there some subconscious significance there? Have you been toying with idea of another genre? 🙂
Blessings,
Linda
My son seems to think I’m trying to take care of too many people at one time. I like to write about the dark, but I don’t want anyone’s soul trapped there. Especially by that evil little trixie elf. lol
I will bookmark your blog and have my kids check up here frequently. I’m very certain they will understand lots of new stuff here than anybody else.
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Well thank you for the bookmark. If one or both of your kids have any interest in writing or just weird, dark, gothly stuff, they should like it most of the time.