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mayor of spookytown
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Haven't been writing my dreams down this week; here are some faint snippets I remember:
-A hidden realm that seemed to be controlled solely by this 50-something white-haired man who resembled some evil antebellum mayor. I can't remember many details about the place itself, but there was a lot of water-- most of the area was covered by about two feet of water, with large rocks every where and small, narrow old buildings that did not seem to serve any purpose. While walking around I'd occasionally see a group of men tied together by the ankles and necks with various torture devices attached to them (so that with each step they'd be pierced or hurt in some way). They were all wearing this symbol, and I eventually realized that this was part of some sort of long initiation ritual; the pain generated would be used later to feed whatever deity they served and/or supplement their rituals. I kept seeing an old mutual friend lurking in the background-- he was the best friend of my horrible ex, and they were both in the O.T.O. in real life together so I thought, "oh, of course he's here." The evil white haired man remained in his chair (which sat in a pool of water0 the entire time, and was very fixated on me. He insisted that I loved him, and that his subjects loved him too because of this, and that they would continue to torture themselves forever "for your love." He did feel extremely familiar, as if he'd been my evil husband eons ago, and I had a rush of guilt as I worried I had somehow approved of this plan a long time ago. -San Francisco. Lots of long enclosed bridges with tiny rooms inside. I don't remember much else about this one. Before reaching the bridge I was walking up and down small grassy hills littered with piles of abandoned trinkets strewn about; I wanted to take all of them to sort through later. I was waiting to meet someone. While waiting I called over some crows with my crow caller, though only one came down-- he had bright blue eyes and presented me with a shiny blue bottle cap (which I happily accepted of course). I patted him on the head and told him he was "such a good boy, and the prettiest boy too!" because all crows are good boys. edit: just remembered-- at the end, someone kept handing me these two dachshunds, telling me their father was dying and needed me to take care of them. Last edited by Chiomara; 02-02-2018 at 06:43 AM. |
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