Dream Jernil

Going Back To School Dreams?

Saturday, July 30th, 2016 — 26°C / 78°F — Sunny and Muggy @ 12:34 pm in Atlantic Canada —

— More Serial Dreams? No zombies this time – [ I mumbled a prayer/intention that I did not want to experience any more stupid zombie dreams – ]

— This time I was going back to school – recognized some of my old friends and not-so-friendly kids from the bad old days. But then I guess I kind of graduated from the horrible bully-generating atmosphere of public schools in the 1960’s to the laid back more-fun atmosphere where life was to be enjoyed and learning almost anything could be fun if nobody was making it his [or her?] business to spoil everybody else’s time – Maybe the later dreams were more like college courses and seminars on subjects several of us were really interested in and nobody was trying to pound b.s. facts and figures into our heads and screaming that our lives depend on memorizing insanely meaningless clap-trap?

— But the last little bit was me and several others looking at each other and gasping – wondering, “Why are were expected to go to [expensive] formal universities and colleges and pay ever-increasing fees to learn fun stuff we could be learning and teaching each other for free, out in the fresh air somewhere?”

— That was a lot more fun than dealing with zombies – which was the subject of yesterdays creepy serial dreams — [ * I went back and added the stupid zombie dreams, predated to yesterday * ]

— Shrug –,

~~~~~ Jim

Serial Dreams with Zombies?

Friday, July 29th, 2016 — 22°C / 71°F & Cloudy @ Noon here in Atlantic Canada — Kaylie S.’s Birthday 🙂 —

— Dreams with Zombies? Several Scenarios running into one another? These zombies weren’t particularly scary and they weren’t trying to rip me apart and eat my brain or anything – They did not look like re-animated corpses – [ Maybe I’ve been watching too much of the Political conventions lately? Gack – ] They did have an agenda – I got the creepy feeling that someone was controlling them and sending them out – not so much to do actual harm to the rest of us – who were not zombies (yet?) – They were just massing to block our progress toward a happy world where everyone could feel safe and comfortable and fulfilled? They had a repertoire of modern pseudo-hip gestures that were supposed to make us feel like we were the most un-hip & stupid creatures the universe ever produced. They were like brainless versions of the meanest ultra-Gotta-Be-Popular kids in high school and middle school – who’d never grown out of that? And when several of us came to the conclusion that we had to try to do something to protect – especially teenagers and pre-teen kids – those who were most vulnerable to their evil looks and nasty fowl-mouth put-downs, someone handed me a crowbar – But swinging at them with all my strength didn’t have much of an effect on any of them – their heads rang with a “ping” like a baseball being hit by a hollow metal bat. And the zombies just seemed to be slightly stunned for a second or two, shuddered and then plodded on to complete their missions, whatever those missions were – There were dozens of them, just walking dull eyed and purposefully through a school yard toward a destination I never was quite sure about.

— It was creepy. I almost didn’t want to write this down, didn’t want to remember any of that.

— Shrug –,

~~~~~ Jim

Later On — Thursday — July 28th —

Thursday, July 28th, 2016 — 28°C / 82°F in a Thunderstorm @ 3:30 pm in Atlantic Canada —

— Everybody was still sleeping at noon so I went back to bed myself.

— Dream: A haunted house – Somebody told me her house was haunted so I went to check it out. The first floor was fine. Nothing going on there, but signs of people living there, children playing and laughing happily. The second floor was slightly ‘nervous’ like somebody was worried about something. But – looking up to the third floor there were shadows walking across the hallways and showing up in areas that were lighted. Going toward the stairs it became obvious that the lighted outline of somebody was moving around up at the top of the stairs, at the landing. Climbing the stairs, the outline filled in and showed a 17th or 18th century man, dressed like a prosperous gentleman farmer or businessman. He looked angry.

— I began to meditate and project blessings into the house. Several more lighted outlines of people began descending toward me. Other people joined me in meditating and cleared the house.

— I had to go away and came back several months later. The woman who owned the house told me they had a meditation group meeting regularly on the third floor, in a room they had reclaimed from what had been an attic. She also told me that regularly – people who were meditating there finished their meditations and discovered small gifts in their hands, silver or gold pins, a Cloisonné pin of a red drum from the colonial period, ear rings and bits of costume jewelry. I was perplexed and wasn’t sure whether to tell them to accept these gifts or worry that they might come with strings attached.

— Hmmmm? –,

~~~~~ Jim

Thursday, July 28th, More Serial Dreams —

Thursday, July 28th, 2016 — 23°C / 74°F & Slightly Overcast @ 10:32 am in Atlantic Canada —

More Serial Dreams — Not in Order — Most of these flow into each other in a large building that may be a workplace or learning institution:

I was working with some kind of computer graphics that I probably downloaded, and they came through with weird names and did not function as graphics until I renamed them and added suffixes like “.jpg” or “.png” etc. — I had so many of these to fix that I treated each one by adding an “i” or a “c” before their weird alphanumeric names and giving them their suffixes. I was not happy with being rushed through this and told myself I would have to come back and rename them again – give them names that would be more universally easy to understand so my colleagues who had to work with them when I was finished would have an easy time identifying them and wouldn’t have to walk through viewing each and every one of them each time they needed one of these images for whatever projects they were working on. — Now that I’m awake, I can’t recall what the ‘i’ or ‘c’ designations meant.
Some kind of a guy I thought was a wannabe life coach came to me and told me he ‘needed to talk to me’ about something to do with personality test results. I grinned at him and said, “Let me guess – I need to work on my people skills.”
I’m not sure whether the workday or class was over, but I had to walk around people I knew and recognized (from my ‘real life’) – and got into a large, many stalled washroom. The stalls had no doors. I was slightly worried that my English/Creative Writing teacher ( a woman ) would come in and see me sitting on a toilet. I kind of shrugged and sighed and knew I had no choice.
I think I went home – either to another building or another part of the larger building. I think I walked outside and crossed a small dead end street to get to my home, where either family or half a dozen roommates, or a mixture of both, also lived. Like I tried to hint above, I’m not sure the living quarters weren’t a ‘wing’ of the large masonry, or brick, building. I just took a shortcut in pleasant evening weather to get ‘home’. I think we were all ‘young twenty something’ adults. — My friend Larry [ who died unexpectedly a couple years ago – maybe 2012 – ] came to visit and while I was in another room doing something, told my friends and at least one sister [ Sharon ] that he’d been having minor annoying problems with something. He was joking about it, as if he was saying that his life was annoyingly complicated like everyone else’s. — I looked outside and saw what had to be Larry’s very white ‘Smart Car’ parked out front – with a nasty gash in the left rear panel and bits of twisted metal forming a weird, almost flower petal look. But there were flames coming out the back of his vehicle. I hurriedly told him his car was on fire. He groaned and went outside and looked at the flames for a moment or two before he grabbed a lever and moved it- and the fire went out.

— Um, there was more, but this is all I can remember, now that it’s like two hours since I got up to feed the pets.

— I’m also not sure whether somebody in the dream told me it was time for me to ‘go home’ or whether that was another recent dream. –,

~~~~~ Jim

Wednesday, July 27th, — Serial Dreams

Wednesday, July 27th, 2016 — 27°C / 79°F – Sunny & Muggy @ 10:21 am in Atlantic Canada —

In a series of dreams with continuity :

I was working at a newspaper or video news organization with a group of young-ish men and women, some of whom I recognized as having been hyper-critical near bullies in high school, the kind who sneered and never had anything good to say, who usually began a conversation with a sneering fault-finding put-down of whatever person they were talking to. We all had blue and white shirts we were supposed to wear while we were reporting (on the air?) These short sleeved shirts were there for anybody to wear when it was their turn to research or report a story. The shirts looked like they had a plastic coating.
I went to the police with notes. These notes were on about a six inch [ top to bottom ], by three inch wide yellow, lined pad. I was made to feel like I was in trouble with the law. But my notes were thorough – I got my point across to the police officials’ satisfaction – They then brought me to Fire Department investigators who asked me to repeat my story to them and answer their questions. When I got back to the News Office I was happily relieved and told everyone that I had new contacts at the Police Department and The Fire Department. I got some kind of promotion, got my own desk and a bonus large enough to buy my own blue and white shirt so I wouldn’t have to wear one of the communal shirts.
I was with several others, maybe from the news office, maybe a completely different group of people. We were traveling around in an alien (as in Extra-Terrestrial) vehicle that had the capability of transporting us in and out of the consensus time line – we could “phase out” and move around in a nearby parallel dimension where we could see people in our normal time ‘zone’, but they were ‘frozen’ in extreme slow motion. They didn’t know we were there. — While we were phasing in and out and moving around in that dimension, I was taking notes on a smaller yellow lined ‘sticky notes’ pad and secretly leaving messages to the people in the normal time zone.
Back in the news office I was happy to sit at my private desk with my private shirt hanging on a hanger in what may have been my private closet. I got up and moved back to the room where all my colleagues were clustered together with typically four desks together in groups, two side by side facing two more side by side so they almost looked like one large desk with their seams presenting just a bit of groove between desks. It was down time, lunch break or something, and the idle reporters were playing some kind of game with silver balls that looked like ball bearings, but were probably plastic. The balls were different sizes and had slightly different coloured glows so they could be identified as ‘belonging’ to different players. The game they were playing was something between table top Bocce and a very fluid kind of Curling where the players put amazing spin on their balls and the balls roll around in circles and try to knock other players’ balls off the field. I was unfamiliar with the game and asked somebody how it was played and how it was scored. This wise cracking reporter type grinned and said, “You have to have a lot of balls to play this game.”

— shrug –,

~~~~~ Jim

Rowing a sinking boat

Monday, July 11, 2016 — 13°C / 55°F @ 11:55 pm

— Fell asleep after walking the dog.

— This was the last dream of several sequences, and is the only one I remember right now.

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— I was rowing a boat, on a smallish lake with several friends (maybe six?). We were enjoying ourselves, but then I noticed that the boat was taking on water. I told the others, and began rowing for shore. But the boat tipped and was fully underwater and thinking seriously about dropping to the bottom ( I think it was a wooden boat, it should have floated – even if it was full of water – right? ) — At least one friend began helping me, I think he was dragging the boat by it’s bow while I was still rowing and getting somewhere. — Looking into the murky water of the lake I could see quite a few fish – or shadows of fish, looking like very well detailed trout, swimming near the bottom in that dark murky water – There were also shadows of plants and pieces of sunken junk down there, I don’t think it was that deep. The guy who was pulling the boat while I was rowing was standing about waist deep and where I was looking was deeper, but it couldn’t have been much deeper – six to ten feet? — I thought about stepping out into the lake and helping the friend pull the boat and in the dream, I told myself those fish were not going to try to bite us. — I turned my head and saw the grass covered bank was close – couldn’t have been more than ten yards / meters away.

— Then I woke up.

~~~~~ Jim

Two Heavy Duty, Uncomfortable, and Strange Dreams.

Thursday, July 7th, 2016:

[ While I was falling asleep our 25 pound cat jumped up on the bed and fell asleep on my right leg. I woke up maybe fifteen minutes later, the cat was gone and my right leg was in pain, the same kind of pain you get with a ‘charly-horse’ – I managed to move into a position that slowly made the pain go away and got my leg to relax.

I really don’t think that has anything to do with these two dreams: ]

-Two heavy duty dreams-

In the first dream, I’m not me, I’m a married guy who’s had a stroke. I’m wheelchair bound and can’t communicate. I know my wife is under too much pressure, is my only advocate and tries her best to explain to doctors what I was like before my stroke and what I would probably like to have them do. The doctors all look at her like they think she has real problem and shake their heads behind her back. Then my wife packs me into our van with our dog and drives two hundred and fifty miles to the motel we went to on our honeymoon. When we get there the motel is closed down, shuttered, plywood nailed over the windows- As she’s standing outside the van with me in a motorized wheelchair inside, she walks the dog, gets him back into the van and stands there looking hopeless when somebody in a motorhome pulls up, opens his window and says, “We’re closed for the season- hey, I remember you two- I’m sorry, and I can see by your license plate you came a long way, if you really need a place to stay for the night, I can let you use the old cabin out back-” and he fishes around for the keys- My dream wife stutters and stammers and blurts that she had so much trouble getting the ‘puppy’ into the van- and I can see her tears and know that when we came here on our honeymoon we met that man’s mother, who was rescuing cats, and she fell in love with the kittens and I promised her, I don’t know how many years ago that was (in the dream) that when we got settled I would drive her back up here and we could get one of the kittens she wanted so badly. We never did. In my semi-paralyzed state, I can see that she doesn’t want to ask the man if his mother is still alive. I wonder if my wife is having a stroke and I’m helpless to help her.

When I woke up I thought that dreaming I was somebody else was really weird and I also thought it was very strange that I didn’t have a clue as to what my wife’s name was, or what the character who was me in the dream – what his name was. I realized my leg was not throbbing with pain and I guess drifted quickly back to sleep.

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In the second dream I’m somebody else again, I’m sick, I have a hacking cough and I think I’m secretly dying of cancer or something like that. A gay friend who was about the only person who was ‘there for me’ when I was devastated by an ugly divorce, comes to see me and he makes me dinner. He might be the only one of my friends who suspects that I am really as sick as I am. After I was going through my divorce and this guy wasn’t around, ( I think he took a job somewhere else or something ) I had several friends laughingly tell me that I was the only person in ‘our circle’ who didn’t know that this guy was gay. As I’m hacking and gasping, he comes over and puts his arms around me and gives me a couple expensive gifts. I nearly collapse, turn around and cough and gasp and spit some blood into a tissue and hide it. My gay friend says, “We have to get you to a doctor, don’t you worry about a thing, now that we’re a couple I will take care of you.” As I’m shaking I reach onto a hutch and give him a couple trinkets that were identical to pieces of jewelry in a movie we both liked in those bad old days. In the movie a man gave these pieces of jewelry to a woman who thought he was getting up his courage to ask her to marry him. In the movie a weird character looked at the jewelry and laughed, “Oh – don’t you know what this means? These are symbols that would tell any gay person that there is no real attraction there at all – See? This one has the number “3” inscribed on the back and this one has the number “2” – together they add up to “5” and we all know what happens when you divide 5 in half, you get a fraction-” My gay friend looks at me with tears in his eyes, sniffs, “Omigod, I’m sorry, you’re really not gay at all, are you? I better go-” and runs out the door, leaving dinner burning on the stove while I gasp and cough and collapse on my couch.

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I woke up wondering where the silly numbers came from and whether they meant anything at all.

I also wondered if I was intercepting somebody else’s dreams.

~~~~~ Jim

Welcome To July, 2016 ?

Sunday, July 3rd, 2016 — 16°C / 61°F @ 9:39 am with brilliant sunlight, deep blue skies and very nicely lit up clouds leisurely moving above the houses and hills here in Atlantic Canada — It’s Kyla’s Birthday Today 🙂 —

Venice? Near sunrise or sunset? — Beautiful photo, beautiful sentiment —

— I started out this morning to write about a weird dream I had – & discovered the computer I fixed yesterday had gone into blue screen mode. I was able to convince it to shut down and then, remarkably, I was able to restart it – the problem seems to be that while it is protected by Avast and Malwarebytes it thinks it is totally unprotected. and wants to scream that at me every couple minutes.

— Then I discovered that my dream journal blog has developed a fatal problem that won’t let it load, and I can’t sign into it. And several blogs are complaining that they need to be updated. Including this one. & “Blogzilla 2.0” is full of nonsense from fatcow dot com which may be in collusion with one nasty, fraudulent extortionist or another and has shut down access to blogs mirrored on their servers because I refused to pay their ever increasing nonsensical ‘protection racket’ prices. — groan —

— sigh, & now the cat is complaining that I’m late with his breakfast.

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— It is now 10:51 am. {{{ & 19°C / 66°F — Sunny and breezy with lots of brightly lit up clouds floating happily against a deep blue sky here in Atlantic Canada. }}}

& now, the dream.

— I’m pretty sure I was walking around the Milford, Connecticut, of my youth with my cousin, Glenn. He had grown taller than me. I was six feet three and he was probably six feet four and a half. It felt like we were back in our late teens. Too young to drive – too young for our parents to start nagging us to go out and get a job — old enough to feel the sting of knowing our parents were wrong – they’d been lied to and they’d believed the lies — but we weren’t old enough yet to understand that we knew that we were a little more right than they were – that we were ‘plugged in’ to a Truth that they couldn’t see or understand. The Beatles and the Stones had landed and taken their place in the collective consciousness (and unconsciousness – where applicable) so the social revolution was beginning and we were feeling something like empowerment – like something new and exciting and spiritually truthful was trying to transform the world into something we could believe in, not some nightmare manipulated by greedy older men with evil dark agendae – who believed in killing off the best and brightest of every generation so they and theirs could maintain power.

— We walked around, connected with friends and went to some kind of party reminiscent of the first time we played together in a band, we knew three songs and everybody thought we were fantastic, wanted to hear those three songs over and over again. I had a slightly warped and hard to play electric bass guitar and guys and girls caught up in the rock and roll revolution were shocked and impressed by the way I could play in time and with feeling they’d never felt from the lousy AM radios we all had in those days.

— Then we ended up ‘crashing’ sleeping in a room full of couch cushions arranged on a floor. In the dream I woke up worrying that somebody would look at me and know that, dressed or not, with the blanket not quite covering me, I was obviously sexually aroused – I’d been dreaming of the young women who’d been gasping and looking at us like we were potential rock and roll gods while we’d been playing and one of them wanted to sleep with me, but I woke up in a room littered with sleeping guys —

— I guess I lived through that without being discovered or having to explain that I’d been dreaming of starry eyed young women letting me know they’d let me kiss them.

— And as we walked outside somebody pointed across the river and said “That’s not right! There’s only supposed to be three peaks in those mountains. Look, there’s five!”

— In the reality I grew up in, there were no mountain peaks across the river from Milford, in what would have been Stratford. But, Yeah, there they were. I wanted to reach for my cell phone and take a photo of those five mountain peaks. But I quickly forgot that, the mountains began moving- sliding out of sight to the right- (heading north?) and being replaced by more and more mountains on the other side of the river. I gasped and said, “We’re going to have an earthquake-” and heard a commotion and people were running all around us. And I heard somebody else – who had probably come this conclusion independently – shout, “We’re gonna have an earthquake!”

— There was a rumble, not a really big one but a line of mountain cliffs came rolling in like they were on a railroad train and took up residence next door. I was trying to remember the name of those neighbours, realized I was in somebody’s house, and wondered how I would get back across the river to where my baby sister, Nancy, probably needed emotional support and most likely needed to know that I was okay and I wanted to know that she was okay-

— That’s where I woke up.

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— It is now 11:27 am and it’s only taken me four and a half hours to write down the details of a dream that should only have taken me fifteen minutes to describe.

~~~~~ Jim

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P.S. — 13°C / 55°F @ 12:05 am July 4th, 2016 — I uploaded a backup version of this blog. And that worked. I went through several updates and they worked. I thought I might like a different theme and I believe I found one that fits my ‘sensibilities’. And here we are. Happy 4th of July to all my friends and relatives, even those who actually believe that Canada is a Communist country.

Angel Protecting Vampires?

Thursday, January 28th, 2016 -( -6˚C /+21˚F @ 11:04 am )-

I got up to use the washroom last night around 2 am and when I came back to bed Jassper had sprawled across my side so I shrugged and wandered into the living room, slept in the chair.

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Dream: Two Cute and unusually innocent teenage girls who have been abused by family members (Not related, similar backgrounds) are being watched over by a shape shifting angel. The angel shifts into a teenaged boy who gets himself in trouble for defending the girls. The girls don’t find him particularly cute, but welcome his friendship. *Popular girls, egged on by *Popular guys, begin bullying the two girls.

The bullied guy walks the bullied girls home most afternoons after school and finds out-of-the-way safe routes to avoid the accelerating bullying.

“Cute” older boys begin paying attention to the girls and stick up for them versus the bullies, and become oddly agitated when the girls have a soft spot for the bullied guy. The girls avoid the bullied guy, but pass notes to him telling him that they still want to be his friends- and later pass notes that the older boys are beginning to worry them, they like the attention, but the older boys are encouraging them to bully younger kids and thrilling them with crazy fast rides in cars and ‘making out’ that both makes them feel wanted and scares them.

A rapist corners one of the girls and knocks her down and begins ripping her clothes off. The older boys fly in, grow fangs and butcher the rapist, drink his blood. They try to hypnotize the girls, tell them they will forget what they’ve seen, but feel more and more attracted to them and want to make out more, and go farther with them each time.

But the girls see their ex-protector, the bullied guy, and while they’re sleeping, remember through dreams the vampire teeth, the butchering and the hypnotizing and the post hypnotic suggestions. They also see the older guys/vampires hypnotizing innocent men and projecting blood lust into their minds and suggesting they might like to rape the two girls. They recognize the first guy, but haven’t seen the second guy.

Next day before school they both mention that they had weird dreams, but the older guys come along, and they nervously allow themselves to be separated as they walk off with their ‘boyfriends’.

After school, the girl who was nearly raped accepts a ride home with her ‘boyfriend’ but the other guy tells his ‘girlfriend’ that he has to go somewhere and do something, kisses her and smiles, waves and runs off.

The girl, walking home past boys and girls who used to bully her, sees fear and anxiety in their eyes. She gets home all right, then has to go to the library for something and can’t get in touch with her friend, so she tries to go alone.

On the way she sees someone she thinks is the bullied guy and tries to catch up to him to walk with him to the library, but before she can catch up he turns a corner and disappears.

She then sees the second hypnotized rapist and recognizes him and runs. She bumps into the bullied guy who steps around her and stares right at the rapist, who at first tries to attack him, knock him out-of-the-way to get at the girl, then becomes confused, disoriented and looks around like he can’t remember how he got there or what he’s doing. He smiles at the bullied guy, waves, turns around, shudders, shrugs and walks away.

The girl who saw this whole sequence of events shudders, hugs the bullied guy and asks what that was all about. He smiles and downplays it- says the other guy must have been upset about something, but forgot what he was upset about. The girl tells the bullied guy about her dream and recognizing the guy, and asks him to stay with her on the way to the library, and as a matter of fact, stay with her until she is safely home.

He shrugs and says, sure. They’re quiet in the library, she gets the books she needed for a school assignment, and on the way home, tells him she feels safe with him and as a matter of fact, she feels better right now than she can remember feeling in a long time.

He shrugs and smiles.

Before they get her home, the girl sees through the darkened windows of a fast car, sees the other girl looking like she’s been hypnotized, sees the two older guys riding with her, sees the guys agitated and snarling about something. The girl perceiving this feels dizzy and somehow is able to see the guys tell their chauffeur where to go, they find the guy who was supposed to rape her and see them scare the poop out of him, re-hypnotize him and send him back out to do it again. They then glam the dreamwalking other girl, who has bite marks on her neck, into getting out of the car and walking with them.

The rapist, charging at the girl and the bullied guy with the older guys and the other girl behind him almost gets them, the bullied guy touches her shoulder, pushes her around the corner and they hide.

The rapist runs around the corner, looks right at them, but can’t see them.

The two older guys and the sleepwalking girl come around the corner, look worried, look right at the invisible bullied guy who has his hand over the invisible girl’s mouth and can’t see them. Then one of the older guys snorts and turns to the sleepwalking girl and, “Oh what the fuck, kill that guy, tear him apart-”

The sleepwalking girl snarls, bares her teeth, which are not vampire teeth (at least not yet) And charges after the hypnotized ‘rapist’.

The rapist runs back around the corner and the sleepwalker chases after him. The older two guys grin at each other and say, “I don’t want to miss this-” Hurry around the corner and find the sleepwalking girl standing there, dazed, totally confused, looking around, growling, but the ‘rapist’ guy is nowhere in sight.

They run around and scour the area but can’t find the ‘rapist’ or the other girl and the bullied guy.

The older guys shrug, look slightly confused, but shrug, smile at each other, say, “oh what the hell, let’s go fuck her eyes out-” and look into the sleepwalking girl’s eyes, say, “You really want to come with us-”

She smiles in her sleep and nods and follows them back into their car. When the car is gone the bullied guy appears with both the other girl and the ‘rapist’, with his hands covering both their mouths- He looks up into the sky, sees two glowing orbs appear and fly down, land near the girl and the failed rapist. The orbs flash and become two young adults, a woman walks the girl home and a guy walks the ‘rapist’ away in the other direction. The bullied guy flashes, becomes an orb, fades into the darkening evening sky and zooms after the car with the two older guys and the sleepwalking girl.

The car drives into a posh neighborhood, stops at a gate that opens itself, drives inside, along a driveway and stop at a garage good to a very expensive looking house. The garage door opens, the car drives in.

The guys get out and smile at the girl, who still looks like she’s sleepwalking, reach for her hands and she comes with them.

They walk her deeper into the garage, through a door and down a flight of spooky stairs, through a thick stone door and into a room where a totally freakin evil lookin guy is staring into a fire. He stands up, looks at them. They nearly cower in his presence, “Just the one girl?”

The two guys shiver nervously, nod, “This one’s ready-”

The scary guy looks at the bite marks on both sides of her neck and glares at them, “Where’s the other one?”

“She got away-”

“What do you mean, she got away?”

“I mean we were both there, we all saw it, we had this one primed to make her first kill but the other girl got away, and then we thought, what the fuck, have this one kill the guy who was supposed to rape her friend anyway. But then he ran around the corner and vanished.”

“What do you mean – he ran around the corner and vanished? Humans can’t do that sort of thing. They cannot hide from us. I thought you knew that- Or were you so blood drunk you didn’t try hard enough to find them?”

“That’s exactly what happened. He vanished. We both saw it, so did she.”

The scary guy looked at the sleepwalking girl, sneers and shakes his head, “She’s in no condition to know what she saw- You two- go get her friend- do whatever you need to do, bring her here, find me two victims, we’ll have these two turned tonight- Do Not force me to take things into my own hands.”

The scary guy looks into the eyes of the sleepwalking girl and smiles, then he rips her clothes away and bites into her neck.

The two guys back away from the scary guy and out through the stone door and then run up the stairs, and jump into the sky and fly.

They scan the streets, fly through the walls into the other girl’s bedroom, stare into her eyes, smile and carry her back out through the walls, fly her to their master’s dungeon and leave her there, then fly out looking for victims.

The scary guy drinks some blood from this second girl’s neck, stands her up, sees that she is in the same sleepwalking condition as the first girl, smiles, rips her clothes off and pulls a sexy black dress from somewhere, dresses her, walks her to the other side of the room, where he opens a door to a small cell, where her friend, glassy-eyed, is standing there, with her neck bit and blood on her lips, wearing black. He bites this second girl on the other side of her neck, drinks a lot of blood, smiles, bites himself, holds his bloody arm to her lips and says, “Drink-” She smiles vacantly and complies. Then he takes both girls by their hands and walks them through the stone door and up the stairs, walks them up into the back of the garage. The car is there, but there is no one in it. He moves them into position and says, “You will kill the next two humans you see here- each one of you will kill one of them- do you understand?”

The girls smile and nod their heads, they look hungry.

The scary guy gloats, turns around and walks deeper into the garage, “I will be watching you-” he oozes a blackness and disappears into it. But then a tiny orb enters his darkness and zooms around him, glowing brighter all the time, until he turns, fangs bared, to see the bullied guy standing there. The bad guy tries to use his hypnotic stare, but the bullied guy just stretches very white wings and holds up his right hand.

Beams of intense white light shoot from the bullied guy’s hand while other beams shoot from his forehead, his eyes, his throat, his heart and several other spots on his body. These beams shoot into the scary guy at similar locations, paralyze him and obviously scare the living cement out of him.

Then suddenly, the lights begin to dim. The bullied guy with the wings is gone. Just the darkness remains. The scary guy looks around, realizes he’s still in one piece, laughs and walks out into the garage with the darkness moving with him, all around him. The garage is the same as it was. But the girls are not there-

The scary guy growls- he jumps into the air and flies through the garage door, out into blackness. Then he lands, he shudders and looks around- his expensive home is there, blackened and desolate- he can see for miles around in all directions. There is nothing but completely dead landscape, no plants, not trees, seemingly nothing living. He snarls and growls. He jumps up into the sky and flies up and keeps going, there is nothing there. No stars in the sky, nothing. He flies back down- and lands hard, then he flies out over the dead rocky landscape – nothing but burnt blackened stone. He flies in a straight line and ends up back where he started. He growls again.

He notices a dimly glowing orb and tries to attack it. The orb bursts into painfully bright light that burns him intensely. “You will heal much more slowly here-” the bullied guy appears in the center of the expanded orb, “Growl all you want, but that is probably not a very good idea. The only beings that will hear you and be able to come here on their own will be more powerful than you, much more angry than you are, and quite a bit more hungry. They can’t kill you here, but they can cause intense pain. Believe me, you don’t want them to have any idea that there might be anybody here.” The bullied guy flexed his wings, bowed and then vanished. The orb grew very dim, then vanished. There was a little pop when it vanished.

Meanwhile, back outside the garage- the two junior vampires have located ‘victims’ and flown them back, they land with their dreamwalking victims and stand them up, walk them a door. The vampires show their teeth and stare at the young man and the young woman who walked the second girl and the ‘rapist’ home earlier. The vampires laugh and gloat and grin their most wicked evil grins, look into their ‘victims’s eyes and pronounce, “You will open the door and walk inside, you will smile at the two young girls inside and walk up to them.” The vampires gloat some more.

The two ‘sleepwalkers’ drop their acts, gaze casually at the vampires and, “Now why would we ever do a thing like that?” They both instantaneously grow wings and hold their hands up and shoot beams in intense white light into every inch of the vampires’ bodies.

The vampires become smoky black wisps and then vanish altogether.

They appear as smoky black wisps and snap into form in the blackened dimension, not far from the blackened version of their master’s mansion.

He appears and furiously tears them apart, tries desperately to drink their blood, but can’t, his tongue laps right through them and can’t make contact.

Their torn and shattered bodies take a bit of time, but come back together. They have obviously suffered intense pain, but they shudder and realize they have not been killed.

One of them gathers enough nerve to ask the master, “What happened, where are we?”

The master sneers, “Huh! I guess we found an enemy that is so much stronger than we are that we are powerless against it.”

“So now what?”

“So now I wish you were females so I could fuck you for all eternity-”

“And meanwhile? We starve?”

The master growls, then worries, “But don’t make too much noise, there are stronger monsters nearby who would delight in torturing us for adding to their eternal frustration.”

One junior vampire turned to the other, shrugged, “I guess we starve for all eternity-”

And, back in the garage:

The girls have waited for several minutes, maybe half an hour. They haven’t moved.They are both dripping blood from their lips and their necks, and their arms and their fingers.

A door opened and the bullied guy stepped inside, smiled at them, “You’ve looked better-”

One of the girls leaped into the air and flew at him.

He smiled at her and held out his arms, stopped her mid air- or slowed her down until she was almost suspended – white light pulsed out of him and washed around her and through her. The blood on her hands and arms was first to be washed away, then the blood on her neck, then the bite marks. Blackened blood flowed out of her and was blasted into the air behind her, where it hit the walls, burst into flames and vanished. The sexy black dress became a white satin dress that wasn’t quite as revealing as the black one- Then she sped up again, but not quite as speedy as she had been. When her fingers touched his she inhaled and shivered, then slowly grew a warm smile as her body gradually turned so she hovered above the ground and slowly drifted to the ground, standing barefoot inside a circle of seemingly bleached concrete. This was the second girl. The one who had seen him save her and the guy who had been hypnotized and told to rape her. She shuddered and hugged him and then stepped to his side and turned around, gasped at her friend who was glaring glassy-eyed, looking like was deep in a blood lust, then leapt into the air and flew at him ready to tear him apart-

But again, he raised his arms and beamed waves of light at, around and threw her, washed all the blood away, washed the black blood out of her system and send it flying against the wall where it burst into hundreds of tiny points of flame and then vanished. The second sexy black dress became silky white and almost as sexy as the black one. As she very slowly moved toward the bullied guy with the spread wings, this girl also looked like she woke up from a nightmare and found herself astounded, warmed, amazed and maybe even relaxed and happy?

When she landed on her bare feet inside the warm whitened section of the garage floor, this girl shuddered, “Where are we? how did we get here?”

“What do you remember?”

“I remember – I got in the car after school and I think – I think the guy I was with kissed me and then went to kiss my neck-” she touched her neck, shuddered. Then she shrugged, “That’s the last thing I remember-” Then she grinned, shuddered, looked slightly nervous, looked around, looked scared, “But I remember this weird dream I had last night-” She looked very nervous, “I dreamed the two guys who were paying attention to us were vampires and they hypnotized the guy who almost raped me and made him do it- and they hypnotized a second guy and he was supposed to attack you-” She pointed at her friend, then looked more scared, turned to the bullied guy, whose wings had folded up and vanished, “Oh, God, did they bring us here? Are you one of them?”

Her friend laughed happily, shook her head, “He most definitely is not one of them, He sent them somewhere, then did something with light – you were covered in blood and your dress was pure black, now all the blood is gone and look- that’s not black-”

“I never thought I looked good in black-”

The guy shrugged, “Sexy as hell, but you look better in white.”

“Where did this dress come from? I like it- Can I keep it? We’re not dead or anything- are we?”

He shook his head, “No, not dead- Your life has changed quite a bit. Here, you have a choice. You can stay here with your families, the families that abused you- or we can move your consciousness to a happier parallel world where you’ll still be yourselves, and your parents will still look like your parents, but they will be much nicer to you. Almost everything will feel better to you, and be better for you- You may gradually forget all the negative things that happened to you- that you really didn’t deserve- Or you can simply make peace with what happened and learn to live in a kind of brave new world attitude. You may be able to remember that one or both of you prayed for help and help came- and we were able to change your lives for the better.

“I will stick around and watch over you and be around to answer questions and possibly even guide you through whatever difficult decisions may be ahead-”

“Are you kidding, that’s a no brainer- I want that better world-”

The second girl, the one who was washed by light first – smiled, “I told you before, I feel safe when you’re around-” then she looked thoughtful, “What happened to that guy who was supposed to rape me?”

“He could use a little bit of help from you, he believes he needs to be forgiven-”

“Forgiven? He didn’t actually do anything- It wasn’t his fault some evil creatures hypnotized him and made him try to do that-”

The bullied guy nodded, “But he needs to hear that from you- He thinks he was actually convinced that he wanted to go through with that.”

The bullied guy turned to the other girl, “And the guy who tried to rape you, in the better world, he’s still alive, his consciousness came to the better world when he was killed where you came from. He will have memories of what he’s done that will be activated when he sees you- He will need to know he’s forgiven, too.”

The other girl nodded, “I can do that-”

“And, no- it’s not a good idea to try to become close friends with these guys- deep inside you will never be able to forget what almost happened. Sometimes ir feels like it’s worse to have something like that almost happen than it would have been to have it actually happen. Don’t think about that too deeply, let it go if you can.”

The girl at his side nodded, “So, are you an angel?”

He shook his head, “I have achieved angelic status and gained some abilities, but true angels never had to be human- they’re something else, they originated in a higher realm and never had to suffer through a human life-”

She shuddered, “So- you’re our age? Can I be your steady girl friend or anything like that?”

He blushed, shrugged, “It’s possible, but you might want to change your mind later-”

She shrugged, she smiled, “So it all depends on me?”

He nodded, “We can sort of decide to be friends like that, and if you get bored with me and think somebody else might be better boyfriend material, um, let me down easy.”

“Do you have self-esteem issues like I do?” she blushed.

“What are you two talking about? Did somebody drive us here? How long will it take us to get home- I’m kind of tired, feel like I did a lot of intense exercise or something.”

The bullied guy looked at the door, saw light beams cut through the air outside, heard a car’s horn beep, “That would be my brother and his girlfriend, anybody want a ride home?”

Both girls grinned.

Friends’ Reunion – Rock and Roll Bands – Sporty Cars & ATM Cards

Friday, August 21st, 2015 -( 28˚C / 82˚F — Sunny & almost bearable – & a bit muggy @4:44 pm in Atlantic Canada — on Dottie Shrader’s Birthday )-

Dream like seascape/landscape. — – Game Development Screen Shot – Doug’s ‘Highe Elf’ Builder Character staring out to sea at fog enshrouded mountainous islands off shore.

— I dreamed I dropped in on a mini-reunion of friends from high school & the one I knew since Jr High was there and I didn’t think that was strange even though he’d died suddenly and unexpectedly on his way home from a holiday dinner in Boston a couple years ago – After we had dinner in their hotel, I had to go somewhere, so the friend who is still alive in the real world gave me a ride in his sporty black ‘American’ car – I wasn’t sure what make and model, just that it was made in the USA. & I had plans to meet them back at the hotel after my previously scheduled engagement. I rode in the back seat and didn’t think that was strange, or that there was a dark fog in the passenger’s seat in front where my friend who had died ( I didn’t remember that in the dream ) came along for the ride.

— My ‘previously scheduled engagement’ was a rehearsal of a Rock and Roll band that I guess I was part of. I was the last to arrive and when I got there, everybody was sitting around, no instruments were out, they were sitting at a table and informed me that one member of the band had delivered a tantrum and quit. When I asked if we were going to rehearse without our prima donna they all said, “No -” they weren’t in the mood.

— I don’t know how I got back to the hotel but when I got there, an assistant manager met me after announcing my name with a bull horn and told me my friends had left and the ATM machines all around the country were all down, so their stay had been charged to my credit card, which was the only one that had worked.

— So I went to the late evening snack I had just paid for, found nobody there but me, sat down and ate all the french fries. Then one of my friends’ woman friends showed up, went for the french fries and snarled at me saying, “That’s not the way we do things around here -” I shrugged and said, “Well everybody else’s credit cards and ATM cards are frozen and I just paid for three days of everybody’s rooms and dinner -” and shrugged again.

— I woke up and realized it was after 4 pm, I had fallen asleep between 2 and 3 pm and I had a dog’s nose in my face, he was trying to see if I was still alive enough to let him go outside to pee and back in to raid the refrigerator for the treat he believes he deserves for not peeing inside the house.

🙂

— shrug –,

~~~~~ Jim