Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/31/2019
By Fitful
I'm out with two girls and we get stalked by this creepy guy. We keep hiding but he finds us, seeming to read our minds, narrating the whole time what we should do to fight back, and his counters to each as we try. Eventually we end up back at his remote loft warehouse at the top of some abandoned factory building the top floor. He's more powerful mentally than me, supernaturally mind powerful. He forces us to perform an occult ritual, one which will end up killing people, ritual sacrafice. I didn't even know people didn't that for real and I'm shocked. He even kidnaps a young girl for it. My friends are mad and conspire against but he's got us very scared and seems to have supernatural powers which will make it easy for him to kill us fpm far away. He even let's us leave to prepare for the ritual knowing we will have to come back. I keep getting confused as to why we don't run or go to the police. My friends seem angry and upset and scared but don't seem inclined to leave the situation. I'm fact they seem to want to be there, and the occult ritual sacrafice is a price they have to pay. I'm shocked, and I think it's stupid as anyone can do magic and kill someone and he doesn't really need us to do it, he's just torturing us. They don't see it. They conspire to catch him in the act and show the whole world. When we leave the man rapes the little girl. We know it, learn about is as he does it, because they broke one of the windows inside the building and we see he's in there for no reason as it's not time for the ritual. We keep clawing at the bricks in the room beside the little girls room and sneak back in. (I have no idea how we did this when it's 20 stories up)I assume we're going to save the little girl. He catches us and demands to know what we're doing back there. I freeze and pretend to be a couch one of the girls is sitting on. They pretend it's a kinky scene and we never left. He doesn't completely buy it and I force myself to believe our false story, my mind falls into the mindset of being a couch, and I can't move as I believe I am one. He orders me to move and I can't. Then he orders me to reshape myself more like a couch and I reason that is something a couch would do and I do. He relaxes, seems to believe us, and then tells us to leave. The girl sitting on me opens her jacket to reveal a bunch of large blades and I think she's going to attack him, but no they're still playing along. She beings to spar with him instead. I stop being a couch and move but I get stuck on the mat while he attacks her and she him with real blades. He's getting off on scaring me and won't let me leave the mat so I'm out of harms way. I decide we really need to kill him. He's evil and we won't be safe until he's gone. The other girls decide to steal his journals of all his atrocities and make them into comic books. I'm horrified. We're home and he's still there and crazy and wanting us to do his ritual and will kill us remotely if we don't and they are more concerned with money. They want to get rich off his horrific journaled accounts. They say it's to reveal him but they put time and care into the comic books, the comic books are actually really well done if they didn't contain such depravity. They publish all the work, and I worry about him coming after for revenge, but it works. Suddenly money pours in. The entire world's buys them avidly. The girls are happy but I am not. I'm scared, horrified, and upset. ~ I live in a building with a double entrance. In the small inner door space the building has a policy of letting homeless animals keep there to keep warm but they can't go into the actually lobby where it's warm. Every day when I leave I pass a dog curled up there. He has a beak and is a very rare breed, large like a Dane and mostly white with a few miniscule black and grey spots. I want to take him home so he's warm, because it's not that warm with the wind blowing open the doors and letting winter blow in. But I can't, I tell myself the building won't let me. Then I realize I have my own dog, and they would let me if I adopted him. I then worry he's not house broken, and I don't want pee in my house. But I look at him, his beak and coloring is so distinct, and my dog would be happy for a friend. I want him. ~ I'm in a grocery store with a girl. She's shopping. We're in college. Shes away flirting with a guy and I'm upset about how all gay porn is made by straight people. Some how the logic gets screwy and I conclude the opposite is true as well. All straight porn is made by gays. I loudly declaim my irritation over straights making our porn. No one in the store really pays attention though. ~ Two guys on the street at night are hooking up. Well, sort of. One takes a shit on the street. For some reason this is euphemism for them being gay. A passerby stops and realizes its not dog shit and is grossed out, then sees them and realizes they shit in the street they're gay and is disgusted. One guy says he really likes it and the other of the two guys is disgusted.