My dreams this morning rolling in like:
I spent some time thinking of everything last night, and out of no where had another “sad feck” spell. I think the dreams are still symbolic in a way, as in the characters that are there aren’t the actual characters, but maybe some alternate “symbol” of these characters. It’s been an interesting thought, but then it only makes me more confused about who they could be. Some days I wish they were just random dreams, because then I could pretend that none of it is real and go about with my hum-drum life. Eh. I’m moody today–ignore me.
I had an unpleasantly pleasant dream last night. They creep up from time to time when I least expect them. Mysterious keeps me at a distance, despite using a guise to make it seem like we’re close. Not sure why he does that, one of the many mysterious things about him.
I opened my eyes, lying on my back in a place I didn’t recognize. The world had an orange glow, like the room had been lit up by torch light. I didn’t really look to see where the light was coming from.
Mysterious laid down beside me, on his stomach. He stared at somewhere else in the room, not looking at me.
Weird thing that I’m not sure I understand why this is yet–but sometimes he appears with orange/gold eyes, sometimes a deep brown. I will note that when he’s grumpy/angry/doing something supernatural he has the orange.
It was the first time I’d been this close to him in a while, enough to be touching that is. His expression was one I’d sen a few times–brooding. He rested his chin on his elbow, then started talking about waiting around on something, my mind wants to say “the dream timeline” but I can’t tell if I’m making that up. I couldn’t remember the whole conversation.
He sat up on his knees. He was a lot–thinner–than I remembered. He almost looked sick. He pulled me up. Things followed.
Eventually I stood up on the side of the platform (?). There was this wooden extension to the platform/bed. I remember seeing a plaque sitting nearby that said something about being an award from service in
Ona. I then read his name and Nautela’s.
He was still talking about things in the background. He’d told me before that he “took down any reminders” because the “memories were too painful,” so I was surprised to find the plaque. I turned to face him, then woke up.
Mysterious has been real broody lately.
ANRE200106A: Two Bozos
The first time we’ve used an experience tag, whaaaatt?
Despite the sage and warding sigils we put up in every room of the house, two “angels” appeared in my bedroom two nights ago. I honestly thought it was Mysterious at first, because the energy was so strong.
After taking some advice from the forum and cleansing the place, we’ve had many less visitors–I basically energy-bombed the house like we had a flea problem with sage and cedar wood. I’ve also gotten better about shielding, because I was too lazy before. Ugh. Possibly rambling.
I was meditating, this particular kind I pace and meditate (movement helps me when I need to focus on a particular subject). The world shifted into this weird “too real” place, where I felt like a balloon forced down by a child for lack of a better analogy. This has only happened with Mysterious before, when he was trying to make me “focus” on him without going through a whole ritual about it.
ME: Oh! Hey!
“MYSTERIOUS”: Sit. We need to talk.
“MYSTERIOUS”: What are you doing?
ME (doing that stupid-squinty-eye look): You’re in a mood or you’re blocking me.
“MYSTERIOUS”: We want to know about this timeline.
ME: Ahhh… You’re not Mysterious. I shouldn’t talk to you.
P1: Wait–we want to help you.
ME: Eh, I’m good.
P1: Look bitch.
Something crawls up from the stairway outside my door. My two dogs are sitting beside me, so it’s not them. This thing feels bigger, too. I get a really uneasy feeling. I call out to Mysterious, but this thing is blocking me.
P1: Now, we don’t have to call him right now, do we?
I begin to throw up another shield.
ME: Who are you?
The thing moves around the room trying to get closer to me. I try to scan for an identity. I get “associated with black dragon.”
ME: I demand to know who you are and why you’ve entered my home.
P1: Look, this thing is important. People are talking. We just want to make sure we have an understanding.
ME: You need to leave.
The thing from the stairs slides past my foot. I get a sick feeling. At this point I’m trying anything to try and reach Mysterious. Something in the movement causes him to hear me.
MYSTERIOUS: Well, that was fun. Byyyyeee!
MYSTERIOUS: … you good?
We have saged again, to say the least.
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