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Feb. 12th, 2006 08:38 amHad a really funky dream last night.
I dreamt that, when it was dark out, a demon inhabited our living room. The way our house is set up is that the room I'm in right now (family room, I guess) is connected to the dining room, foyer, and kitchen. Before he died, my dad built an addition...another living room thing attached to this room. It's all open, there's no real doorway, just a wide opening. That living room goes straight out to a deck, and it was that living room that was inhabited by this demon.
Now, this creature didn't want to hurt me, I don't think, but he kinda made me crazy. He was sort of a like a muse. I would go into the living room and see his face staring out of a hole in the air. There would be painting supplies (oils, even though I don't use oils) and also things like dismembered dolls. The weirdest part is, I would take the stuff out on the deck and put the canvas on the ground 15 feet below the deck. I'd attach myself to a bungee cord and fill a brush with paint and over the railing I'd go. According to witnesses, it was quite impressive, because I wasn't scared, I'd stretch out my body to the fullest extent and my teeth would come within a squinch of the canvas as I slashed the hell out of it with my brush.
Then I'd glue doll parts all over it and it would be a masterpiece (albeit a really freaky one).
I dreamt that, when it was dark out, a demon inhabited our living room. The way our house is set up is that the room I'm in right now (family room, I guess) is connected to the dining room, foyer, and kitchen. Before he died, my dad built an addition...another living room thing attached to this room. It's all open, there's no real doorway, just a wide opening. That living room goes straight out to a deck, and it was that living room that was inhabited by this demon.
Now, this creature didn't want to hurt me, I don't think, but he kinda made me crazy. He was sort of a like a muse. I would go into the living room and see his face staring out of a hole in the air. There would be painting supplies (oils, even though I don't use oils) and also things like dismembered dolls. The weirdest part is, I would take the stuff out on the deck and put the canvas on the ground 15 feet below the deck. I'd attach myself to a bungee cord and fill a brush with paint and over the railing I'd go. According to witnesses, it was quite impressive, because I wasn't scared, I'd stretch out my body to the fullest extent and my teeth would come within a squinch of the canvas as I slashed the hell out of it with my brush.
Then I'd glue doll parts all over it and it would be a masterpiece (albeit a really freaky one).
