My computer is very busy right now, and therefore, I'm posting from my phone. Hence mobile.
I was woken up several times last night by what I'll define here as "bad dreams." Not nightmares, but only because I wasn't personally directly involved in most of them. The one I was needs to be posted to These Ancient Eyes, and not here, I think. That one was first, but it was followed by another one, seemingly the moment I fell asleep again.
This series of bad dreams involved alternately pokemon and real animals. There was something going on, and the leader of the "bird" faction (bird in quotes because it was sometimes an eagle or hawk, and other times it was a Staraptor or Tranquill) needed advice from the Rafiki-like baboon spiritual leader about the unrest in the bird faction.
They walked through a cemetery, the baboon seeking spirit council. I woke up the first time, abruptly, when something frightening happened that I don't remember now. I remember thinking that the dream was weird and noticing that I was hot, therefore tossing off my covers. It was barely 2 hours since I'd gone to bed, so I tried to shake off the eerie feeling of the dream and just go back to sleep. I succeeded in the second part, but obviously not the first.
I was back in the dream again, further on in their walk. They were passing by a mausoleum when the baboon was suddenly swept abruptly into what I can only describe as "the spirit world" or a "living memory." He saw his father's abrupt death/murder in the same cemetery, not 20 feet from where they were standing, and blood spreading out over the headstone his body landed on.
From my vantage point, I could see the blood, but not the actual murder. I was only aware of what happened because of my "narrator's omniscience" that seems to have kicked in with this dream, since it had nothing to do with me whatsoever. Then the baboon, and summarily, I, heard a haunting, deep voice say, "The answers you seek lie with his bones." And then the spirit world/living memory faded, leaving the out of breath baboon hanging onto the side of the mauseoleum, shaking, and the Staraptor (it was a pokemon again now) trying desperately to get his attention.
The baboon said nothing, but slowly walked over to the headstone, and looked down. My vantage point switched to his, and I saw that it was somehow still sticky with blood. The bird came over and gasped at the blood, saying something along the lines of "Twenty years later... it is not possible!"
My vantage point switched again, back to where I could see the whole scene, as the baboon lifted his head and looked the bird in the eye. "Because he who committed this crime is the source of your problems." He looked away. "I have avoided doing this for many years... Now I do not have a choice."
Thunder clapped in the background with the next sentence, and the baboon looked straight at me/the camera/the bird. "We must exhume my father's grave."
I jerked awake. And I mean, I actually JERKED. My heart was pounding, my head spinning, and I felt as if there was something in the room with me. Something dark, if not actually malevolent. I felt like there was something bad going on, and I hadn't figured out what it was yet. I tried to go back to sleep, and I felt the dream taking me again. I forced myself awake. I didn't want to go back into that dream, even though I have no idea WHY it was upsetting me so much. As I said, it wasn't a nightmare, persay... I classify nightmares as bad dreams in which I am a direct participant or at the very least being effected. This? I was in the role of the camera. I had no emotional investment in these characters or what was going on, and I have no idea where the story even came from OR why it wouldn't let me go. Perhaps it's that it wouldn't let me go that was frightening me so badly.
Anyway, I got up, spent an hour wandering around the house with a flashlight - checked the heater, which was on, but low, and the pilot light was lit. I checked the refrigerator when I thought it was making a weird noise. I made sure each of the people I live with were still breathing - and all still asleep. I did a mental shout out to the guardians stationed around the property, and returned a negative on any malicious activity. It was now a little more than an hour before I had to get up, and thanks to the dreams I'd slept for maybe three hours. I was finally calm and tired again, so I went back to bed. I didn't go back into the dream, and slept until my alarm went off with no further bad dreams or nightmares. I did wake up with a headache that hasn't gone away yet, but I feel happy and normal otherwise.
Anyway, I just needed to document the weirdness somewhere, and as I wrote this out on my phone, this seemed the logical spot.
Final conclusion? My brain is weird.
