Books and Dreams

Not a whole lot has been going on lately...haven't been talking to Blue much at all. Have been keeping up with him, of course, but...yeah.

He was doing pretty well--seemed like he wasn't doing anything, just avoiding it all even though he was still aware of it, and still kinda seeing in that mode.

Then the other day, I read his blog...

He bought a copy of the Necronomicon.

There is not a damn thing good in that book. I avoid that thing like it's the fucking plague. For me, it's like Voodoo.

I know enough about it to stay away from it.

But other than to say I don't like the book, I haven't talked to him about it.

Had a weird dream last night.

I went to bed, and I was feeling strange, so I visualized myself standing in utter darkness. Although I mentally described it as nothingness.

So I'm kneeling there, trying to shield--building a fire at my feet, and breathing--and slowly standing up as the fire rises.

Then I can feel the wings.

They rose above me--behind me--as if coming out of my own back. The membranes of them were the same deep, ruby red of the fire at my feet. I can't explain how I could see them when they were behind me, but I could. I turned around, and there he was.

He was fucking huge. The kind of huge where you can't even see all of him at once. The only color I could identify--and by that I mean all I could see (at least remember)--was the red of his wings. (It was definitely male)

I know he was talking to me. I know he had a very deep voice. I know he felt old. I know that he was amused and curious by/about me.

Then I feel this thing rub against my back like a big ole' cat. Y'know how they'll rub up against stuff--that long, rolling rub? Yeah.

It did that, and then, in a flash, it was sitting next to me like a dog, except it was the size of an over-large horse. Ronan. *rolls eyes*

I don't know how long we were there...what the big dragon told me, or what I said...before the dream broke, I felt a large hand--human--on the small of my back. I could feel the warmth of the hand, each finger and the palm practically burning its imprint on me.

It flexed against my skin, slid up once...and as soon as it fell away, the dream shattered.

That's all I remember....

Weird as fuck.