Two Dreams – Dream Journal 2

1:
The bedroom light is on low, and I read stories to a little girl I don’t know. She has her head nestled on my shoulder, and we are both happy. The bedroom door creaks open. Something catches my eye as it walks down the hallway, and I leave her to go outside, check on the kitchen. The stove is on, a flickering fire. I turn it off.

It turns into a repetitive dream. I read, set the book aside, tell the girl to hush and walk to to kitchen. The fire is on again, and there’s a creature sitting at the table watching me. It’s evil.

I run back to take the girl outside and give her to my mom in the garden. There’s a creature in the kitchen, and I scream at it and launch myself into… BATTLE! Except instead of fighting I’m praying it down. I wake up disoriented, screaming and with chills running up and down my spine.

2:

R shaves his beard. He looks odd. We are at a party in someone’s house, and he leans over from behind the couch to kiss my ear. The gesture feels nostalgic, like it’s something he no longer does.We spend the rest of time looking for a bedroom.

 

I feel like the second dream is fairly straightforward.

 

 

September (a few months too late)

September gives you that that odd feeling that you’re not enough for other people

there are chunks of you missing in places.

the small muscle of your forearm, the retina in your eye, the veins leading to your heart.

are these the things they ask of you?

you keep having nightmares where your teeth turn into moons in your mouth

something follows you home

nips at your heels, the tiniest of hounds