wolven7 | Dreams of Convival, Dreams of deep, deep loss.

Radiohead - [Just]--- First dream was of hanging out with Warren Ellis, and everyone that I've met with, through, and because of him, and some of the people who know him because of me. We were all in a hotel/apartment suite, like a DoubleTree (which should have been my first fucking clue, right there), talking and drinking. Very clean, simple dream, really.

Some interlude about my family, and my cousins, dinners and cookouts, talks and gatherings. Relearning my family.

Haujobb - [Centuries in Me]--- After that, things got convoluted. Dreams of a place near green hills, in a valley. houses on the sides of the hills, a whole town, and we'd come there searching, driven through universes and worlds and realms and points of view. The old woman, town matron, mother to many, there, told us of the death dog who roamed, there. A sickly green apparition which latched on to its prey, following it like a shadow. (The Sword - [Barael's Blade]). The only thing that could be done was to kill the person quickly, to prevent them from infecting the rest of us. As soon as dark fell, everyone was to be indoors, in their rooms, or her two children would have to "take care" of us. But dinner was at sunset.

We were in the cabin, a resting hall, but no place for sleep, waiting for dinner, when we noticed that my wolf companion was sat next to by a greenish, sickly dog. (Belly - [Dream on Me]). I cried out, and

mech_angel almost wept, as we went to try to do this thing, and we couldn't. We couldn't shoot him. He went to lay down by the fire, and we tried not to cry, knowing what came next.

In the sleeping hall, we sat and waited out the dark, and the town matron/crone was talking to

mech_angel abotu something, upstairs, and as they walked down the open staircase,

mech_angel paused, and looked down at sooty, smudged prints which went, slowly, from human hands and feet to canine paws, or vice-versa. (Jack Elliott - [Cigarettes and Whiskey]). She called me over to look, and that's when I knew. It was the brothers, the two boys of the old woman, and I stood and accused them, screaming "It was You! You Two are the demon! The DEMONS!" (LUXT - [United State]). Knowing that they had killed my companion, who was like a brother or a son, to me, I lunged toward the two of them with a shot gun, wanting to be close when it happened, but not having a knife to hand. Before I could reach them, the older brother grabbed the younger, and stabbed him in the back with a pair of scissors. As he held his brother closse, he stabbed himself in the chest with them, as I placed the barrels of the shot gun under his chin.

The brothers, whatever they really were, hunted in tandem. One would mark out the prey by following, latching on, and the other would home in on his brother, and they would tear the person or thing limb from limb.

Electric Hellfire Club - [Epitaph]--- I ran to the centre of the valley town, to the fire in the open grass, and I knew that my companion was dead. There wasn't a mark on him, but he lay close to the fire, still, and Death sat next to him, in the form of a wolf, nuzzling and stroking his fur with her nose and right paw. I fell to my knees, there, and cried out, and wept, and howled to the sky, in deep mourning and loss, begging his forgiveness for not being there, for not spending more time with him, for not being better. At some point in the howling and mourning, i was Fox Mulder and

mech_angel was Dana Scully. I became myslef, again, as I wept, and I woke up.

So. That sucked, pretty bad.

KMFDM - [Search and Destroy]--- I feel better having written it out, mind you, but.. I don't know if I can convey the sense of pain and loss that followed me, even in waking up. I had to get out of bed, and get moving. I couldn't get back to sleep, at all.

This was about an hour ago.

I need to eat, exercise, shave, and shower. (Pig - [Blades (KMFDM Remix)]). Then, later, HellBoy II