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I broke into the hotel room of this guy I had a crush on. He was part of a band on tour, knew me, and wasn't interested. I was sneaking into the room to get something for his bandmate, who shared the room. It was supposed to be a fun little surprise - I'm not sure why bringing him something he already owned was supposed to be fun, a surprise, or worth committing a crime for. That didn't seem to phase my dream-self until I was caught, red-handed, by the guy I had a crush on.
He took my explanation at face value as if it made perfect sense - and even my dream-self KNEW that it didn't. I didn't really start to wonder what was up until this totally-uninterested guy started coming on to me. In fact, I didn't clue in 'till we started making out...at which point it suddenly becamse startingly obvious (I'm not sure how, just knew) that this was a demon projecting the form of my crush.
So I called him on it.
The demon admitted that he'd slaughtered the actual man, and was merely projecting his form, but if I could find his severed head and return with it within a certain time span (one hour, or midnight, or something) he could re-animate him. He showed me where the body was, but he'd hidden the head.
At this point the demon fades into the background while I gather friends and start desperately looking for the severed head of the man I'm in love with. I don't actually know, at this point, whether finding it will bring him back to life or just let the demon have a reanimated form to use as a tool. The desperately searching dream-self believes the former, the observing self is gibbering about the latter. Two unidentified characters helped my search - one was human, one was at least part-seal. He had flippers instead of hands.
The seal-man came in useful, because after turning the hotel-room inside out, we received a hint (I don't remember what it was, but it was a rhyme/riddle) that lead us out to the beach below the hotel. Not really a beach - more a typical rock-and-mud bank like we get so often on the Sound. The tide had come in since the demon had slaughtered my crush, but the seal-man dove in and found a disturbed spot. He couldn't dig underwater with flippers, though, so we had to scrabble and help. Time's running out. We brought a bright, BRIGHT orange and red body-sized capsule to the surface. I did NOT want to reach in; I was sure the head was in there, and even when it's what you're looking for, who wants to grab their dream-guy's severed head? Several hours old, waterlogged severed head.
Well, I took the plunge, pulled it out...and it was a muppett head with googly eyes and a stupid grin. The demon put it there as a bad joke. I almost lost it, but we kept looking. There ended up being a secret compartment in the storage-capsule, and when we opened it...there it was.
I lifted the head out of the compartment and started back towards the demon and the body. I had to watch the bleeding stump to make sure...what? Something about it, so that it'd be re-attachable. It looked at me, and the hair was all wet with salt-water, and there was the demon, pissed off because we'd found it...
and I woke up.
I think this might be the most coherently plotted dream I've ever had.
EDIT: After I wrote, I remembered a bit more. The guy was married (hmm...this doesn't say something about my subconcious, does it?) and the demon had no interest in him, per see. I don't think he had any particular interest in me, either, it was just an emotional situation he could exploit to cause misery. So he killed him because I was interested in him...and that was it.
He took my explanation at face value as if it made perfect sense - and even my dream-self KNEW that it didn't. I didn't really start to wonder what was up until this totally-uninterested guy started coming on to me. In fact, I didn't clue in 'till we started making out...at which point it suddenly becamse startingly obvious (I'm not sure how, just knew) that this was a demon projecting the form of my crush.
So I called him on it.
The demon admitted that he'd slaughtered the actual man, and was merely projecting his form, but if I could find his severed head and return with it within a certain time span (one hour, or midnight, or something) he could re-animate him. He showed me where the body was, but he'd hidden the head.
At this point the demon fades into the background while I gather friends and start desperately looking for the severed head of the man I'm in love with. I don't actually know, at this point, whether finding it will bring him back to life or just let the demon have a reanimated form to use as a tool. The desperately searching dream-self believes the former, the observing self is gibbering about the latter. Two unidentified characters helped my search - one was human, one was at least part-seal. He had flippers instead of hands.
The seal-man came in useful, because after turning the hotel-room inside out, we received a hint (I don't remember what it was, but it was a rhyme/riddle) that lead us out to the beach below the hotel. Not really a beach - more a typical rock-and-mud bank like we get so often on the Sound. The tide had come in since the demon had slaughtered my crush, but the seal-man dove in and found a disturbed spot. He couldn't dig underwater with flippers, though, so we had to scrabble and help. Time's running out. We brought a bright, BRIGHT orange and red body-sized capsule to the surface. I did NOT want to reach in; I was sure the head was in there, and even when it's what you're looking for, who wants to grab their dream-guy's severed head? Several hours old, waterlogged severed head.
Well, I took the plunge, pulled it out...and it was a muppett head with googly eyes and a stupid grin. The demon put it there as a bad joke. I almost lost it, but we kept looking. There ended up being a secret compartment in the storage-capsule, and when we opened it...there it was.
I lifted the head out of the compartment and started back towards the demon and the body. I had to watch the bleeding stump to make sure...what? Something about it, so that it'd be re-attachable. It looked at me, and the hair was all wet with salt-water, and there was the demon, pissed off because we'd found it...
and I woke up.
I think this might be the most coherently plotted dream I've ever had.
EDIT: After I wrote, I remembered a bit more. The guy was married (hmm...this doesn't say something about my subconcious, does it?) and the demon had no interest in him, per see. I don't think he had any particular interest in me, either, it was just an emotional situation he could exploit to cause misery. So he killed him because I was interested in him...and that was it.
