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on Dreams of pain and horror - 2005-07-20
I dreamt I was part of a four-person team, and we were asked to bring down a malevolent god. We'd tried several times already, and we'd failed terribly for every single one. Now, as the people cowered in their homes near the sea, we were going to try again. But before we did, our leader, a man, received a letter from his girlfriend. While he was reading it, I sat down and whined. "I don't want to fight anymore." I said, staring at the cave where our next fight was to be. "Everytime we go in we get hurt, and we never win." Our leader, still skimming over the 'really big thoughts' of his girlfriend and marvelling at how eloquent she was, reminded me of our duty. "Duty schmuty." I muttered. But there was nothing for it. We filed into the cave, alert but uncertain. The fight played out like a side-scrolling Mario game. We were jumping, shooting, hitting turtles with bones... And it hurt through all of it. We were pushing our way through the fabric of another dimension and it was hell on our bodies. We didn't win. With a sweep of his arm the god tossed us out of the cave and out of his dimension. We tumbled out alive, exhausted, defeated. "Let's just go back and regroup." Our leader said. Our base was a large gothic castle, and we each had our own rooms. Every word we spoke within echoed, so the other girl in our group suggested we bring in plants to absorb the sound waves. I filled my room with plants - planted them in rows near the door, and I had little pots of tiny shrubs and one big pot with a tree in it. Then the bugs came. I watched in horrified fascination as a gigantic centipede went after a small moth oh the trunk of the tree, but a spider suddenly swooped down and threatened the centipede with her sting. I actually heard the moth and the spider arguing. The moth was frustrated that the spider spent more time killing his friends than with him, and the spider kept trying to explain that she was trying to save his life, and the centipede simply wanted to eat them both. Fianlly I came to my sense and found my pesticide. Disregarding the health of the plants I hit the nozzle and let loose on the vile little insects. They scurried and flopped around, like insects do, but didn't die immediately, so I kept spraying, then the centipede flopped right off the trunk and onto my bed. I remember giving a little shriek of horror, and the werewolf (the fourth member of our team) living opposite me heard me. He didn't like me very much, so he got our leader to check on me, and they found me paralysed with fear and revulsion staring at the twitching centipede on my bed. I'll look this up in my Dream Dictionary a little later.
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