eccothekitten's Journal

nightmare
Can someone please tell me what the fuck has been on my mind.

So this dream is chapters long, but I only remember the last 3 or four. The really choppy version of the beginning is wandering though a relative's sci-fi looking grocery store in a night gown no younger than 1900, wide-eyed, and very apprehensive. It was huge, and nothing looked familiar, it wasn't laid out in rows, but piles in wooden boxes, like fruit stands, except everything was that way, and nothing was packaged. I don't remember how, but I ended up in a basement meeting room with a few people, including Harrison Ford and... some other star wars affiliate. I asked about this really weird, wooden letter, red quote on the wall and some guy from the back yelled something about an inside star wars joke; the rules of business or some such nonsense. Harrison rolled his eyes. Then they all started to sing some favorite line from the movie, which now that i'm awake, I'm pretty sure isn't in the movie. Any of them.

SO, somehow me and... I don't even know who, some other young girl who I appear to be close to, are trekking from this alien grocery store over this alien terrain, by foot. I'll try to describe it. We were crossing horizontally this mountain made entirely of soft, damp, loose soil. built over it were these small platforms, wedged into the mountain at diagonal angles. They made a sort of stair case, except they were set at strides longer than the height of a human body, so between them were these jenga block looking pillare
s, acting as stepping stools - except they were quite feeble and would fall into the soil beneath you. They were attached by some hempy, wickery rope to the platforms, so when one would sink down into the soil, it would pull that side of the platform down to daunting angles, threatening to crush us. We made it across a few dozen of them, sending off an avalanche as we had to jump simultaneously to reach to the solid ground, the force of which yanked a platform at such an angle to act as a sled, and just plowing through the pegs and platforms and soft soil at a thunderously scary rate.

So, we were before a house, my step-sister's house, a huge, ominous, creaky, dark age lookin house, under angry skies.the porch was littered with large cornish rex kitties, whose inner ears reflected light like copper.

They were all looking off at some unseen point in the black distance, over the bottomless gorge with intense, unwavering glares. One or two turned to acknowledge me, the shrill gaze unchanging, and when I moved to touch them, they kept mathematically perfect distance from my hand. This gave me a sense of confusion and impending panic. So I went inside to find my sister, as it was her birthday tomorrow. The house was dark, and seemed to sway and warp, as if it were also on the soft sands. She came to greet me in a pink, frilly frock, a girl of maybe 7, when in real life she is 3 months my senior. We played and smiled for all of 5 minutes before her eyes bulged out in horror and she shrieked in a whisper to me to hide.

Immediately I felt the panic take hold, the presence of whatever doom arriving being unimaginable and inescapable, but that didn't stop the terror in me from trying. So I'm running all throughout this house at reckless speeds, but I never outrun what is a slow-moving, female demon, with a face that looks like it's been mulched by a meatgrinder, no feet under the lace of her long dress, instead a trail of.. maybe intestines or sinews or something, and noises I can't even make. I'm throwing myself into cabinets, nooks, shadows, anything, but I can't hide, she has no eyes and always sees me.

In any case, I dream that I woke up, and told the whole story, and painted a picture about it. I can't paint, but if I could, I would know that I was supposed to paint that.

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