Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/16/2023
By Ether_Erebus
I remember I was having a really difficult time trying to fall asleep and was trying to force myself to go to sleep for a really long time. At some point, I did fall asleep, and in the beginning of the dream initially it was this faceless and bodyless person who took care of me/ my sister. I could tell it was a man but they were really loving. But the catch was, all of the people in my life were terrified but this person. I don’t remember his name but no one would go against this person just because they were afraid of being killed or flipping the switch of the person becoming evil towards us. Over the course of the dream, things just started getting darker in nature. It was like this nameless powerful entity was turning into something creature like - essentially it was slowly morphing into this vampire thing for lack of a better word. Because of this, the terror in the people around me grows and we’re all supposed to be super submissive and listen to what they say because we know to a degree we are disposable. Then, at some point, and I don’t know what happened to tick this person off but we’re all together in the car, I don’t remember if they were driving or if we had a driver and this powerful person was spelling out something in blood to make sure we know that we should be scared. More than just sheer brute force and strength, this person’s mental power is so strong, it’s scary. That happens and then they switch back and we’re all a little spooked so we pretended it didn’t happen and pretend to go back to before. This part was a little fuzzy. Then during the dream, there was a time jump my sister has a husband (I don’t remember if he’s a vampire too and a lesser one or just a human as well) and we’re having dinner I think. We’re all sat at the table, it’s night time and we hear a knock at the door. I go to open it and they follow me to the door and the vampier entities are there. There’s 3 of them and as humans, we’re thought of as the lesser race so we’re expected to bow our heads and invite them in. They do what they want and we just have to sit there and take it basically. Again, we’re expected to be all submissive and bowed heads, never look them in the eye but I’m so fed up I decide to be a bitch. I don’t remember how, but they make it into the house. I’m done playing the demure roll that’s expected from me so I say fuck it and challenge them. I look them dead in the eye and make it known I’m not afraid. I remember saying that if they harmed my sister I’d be there to fuck them up. Then, of the three, my sister is in love with or like claimed by the middle “alpha” leader or some shit (I don’t remember if he’s her husband it’s a little murky here) and he’s looking at me with such contempt. He towers over me but I don’t budge and his eyes are flickering between the glowing turquoise and regular brown. He’s all up in my face and like snarling and he’s pissed. We all somehow made it back to the kitchen table and he starts moving the table towards me to pin me to the wall with his mind. I shove the table back with brute force just to further piss him off and mock him for moving the table with his mind. I keep staring at him in the eyes until he backs down and gets up to leave. The other two guys he came with watch the exchange with their haunches up, ready to attack and I look them right in the eye and say something super sarcastic, something like “thanks for dropping by, let’s not do this again yeah?”. And I’m holding a knife in my hand. At some point we start tussling and my sister ran upstairs to her room and we’re fighting in the stairs, me trying to make sure they don’t go up and I take the little knife I had and slice through one of their legs as they’re climbing. I force them to stop in the steps, they laugh at me telling me that I’ll die. I just smile and say “fucking do it then, cowards”. And I remember spitting blood out of my mouth from when I got rocked with a punch to the face. I don’t feel it and I know my face is fucked up. And as they’re watching, I grab the heal of the one who’s taken my sister as his claim or his human, and yank him backwards and there’s blood leaking through my mouth and over my arms from the scratches from the kerfuffle. Somehow they decide to leave and they walk out. I walk out after them still clutching the knife and I look down and see I’m wearing a long sleeve T-shirt and shorts, not bothered by the temperature at all. I look over to my right and see my sister in the car with her baby, and my uncle and mom are standing outside the car fussing with the seatbelts. My uncle’s at the driver door and my mom’s then getting into the front of the SUV. We’ve basically transformed into this random parking lot in front of my house and I’m watching other people from my family getting into their perspective cars. My aunt (my younger uncles wife) looks over at me and makes an off hand comment about how I’m not cold or feeding while they’re all wearing layers on layers and everyone stairs at me for a second too long and I just stare back and weakly shrug. I don’t say anything but I recognize that the underlying implication being that I’m actually not human and perhaps a “monster” like the others and that’s why I’m not cold. I don’t mention anything and get into the back seat with my uncle (Inderjit) and ask him to start the car and turn up the heat so I can warm up. I make a show of rubbing my hands together and up and down my legs. I look over and my uncle turns up the heat and looking forwards under his breath mutters “oh thank god; I’ve never heard you say that before. I was starting to think…” and my sister chimes in without missing a beat, “she just runs hot, she needs the cooler air; she’s normal” shutting down the possibility that I’m not human. I look over but she doesn’t look at me. I just nod and look down. Then I woke up. Some other stuff happened to before but I can’t remember it all. Something about wearing certain clothing and it all being picked out by the invisible entities that people were afraid of but we were dealing with on a regular basis. Idk, it was odd. The fear everyone else held but the affection being shown to the singular person was a juxtaposition for sure.