Never Ending College

Date: 1/20/2022

There's a lion in my bed. He's a big lion, almost in a human body, but still behaves like a lion still. I teach him not to bite. I teach him not to hurt the kitties - my moms cats - who came to eat the beef jerky. I give him beef jerky then out the cats out of my room. We - me and the lion - talk about never biting. I'm aware if he bites he could kill me just by playing. ~ I'm at college. Its a nice campus, green, empty, wet and cool and sunny. Not too extreme any which way. White buildings. You can study anything here. You are protected. You study independently. Its utter freedom. But the crowds are making me uncomfortable. There's a party and I'm at it for some reason. The boy I'm with is practically having sex with his boyfriend on the dance floor. It's ruining everyone's time. No body likes those pair. I have to be near him, I'm with him. His ride or date or idk, maybe were stuck together like glue or conjoined. I separate from him and turn away. I see someone, someone suspicious. I turn and see another suspicious someone. People I know are up to something. Faces I saw when something was happening. I get a huge pit in my stomach. I grab a few grapefruit - for the citrus - and chuck them at the stage. There is an old Victorian car, they are using it for music and lights. I try and take the lamp post - its headlights- off the thing. I go bodily up to the stage and push the grapefruit over it. The magic short circuits. Magic always short circuits under citrus. The power all shuts off. I sigh. We're all safe. I feel like I just saved is all from a bomb or something. Everyone knows it to and is shock, the whole crowd. There is an odd thing going around campus. People being attacked. Odd possessions. A person comes up to you and trys to offer something, you can't make them stop, you can't say no. No one knows how to stop it, these odd bad occurences. Its scaring people. No one really believes you when you tell. But I'm walking over the green, and I pass two maybe three females. One says to the other, she knows how to make it stop. The other ignores her for a moment, then I turn around and say.. "How do you make it stop? I see it happening too." We find a stone circle. It's not a real one for magic, it's too plain. Its a flower bed out on the green. There's no where to sit, its just a thin raised rim of stone, an inch thick if that. But we sit around it, three of us. And another, a redhead who teaches us. We make a sigil on a rock. Well, the redhead does most of the work, shows me. It mirrors the stone flowerbed circle, a small minor version the size of my hand in a flat rock right in front of NY lap. It's like an up upside down peace sign, but different. On the left branch the line is open dots right to the center. - the female on my left goes on and on about the dots being open or its offensive to the species who invented it - On the right ranch it's a woven thing - like a necklace but a long straight rope instead of a circle - of gold and crystal, a melding of both into one. It sits too long - the female in my right made it too long accidentally and is teased about it - keeps pointing in the wrong direction. They bicker about how to make it work, changing the tip in minute little increments. Apparently the geometry has to be precise. But using the point - stuck in the right spot despite the bow in the necklace - to make the final mark works. We chant or pray. I fall into a floaty place, my soul rises up and my body moves of its own accord. Head goes up, arms go up. My body tries to move into a sitting position unbidden by me but fails. I almost fall but I'm supported from behind by female body. I don't let myself be taken over - its too odd - but I do feel stuff. Thick heady magic in my body. Something else is there and it does make the ritual work. Half assed but better than nothing. I wake and the others are gone. Just the redhead is there. They were scared off she says. We get up and go to the college for something. The thing that has been stalking everyone, controlling people and animals by possession and warping, is back. Its like a backwards played image. It walks - well floats - then moved backwards like on rewind. I think it has a goat heat but I'm not sure. Once it possessed a pretty black goat and it became a humanoid goat terrorist til it was defeated. The thing is also transparent unless he doesn't want to be. Your hand or body gos rift through him. Can't fight. He's scary. Carries a wand. Its black, with a bulbous egg shaped knot in the upper third. I grab it and manage to take it away. The red head and I run and lock ourselves in a room, a workroom for pottery class. I go to look at it - touch it, figure out how to make it stop hurting people - but she insists we look inside it first. She opened a box in the workbench, and pulls out a white liquid she dumps in it. It turns white. Its got something inside, like a baby bird in an egg., an embryo. We use the glowing box in the work bench to purify it form the evil working. I imagine us doing this more. The female redhead. I imagine her soft body i fell into when i was in the circle. Her soft breasts. Going back to our dorm, rooming together, slowly becoming more, lovers. 'Is she the one?' I ask myself. But she gets tainted by it. Immediately she's gone. Reduced to a patch of skin and an eye in the floor moaning about 'Greg'. It's a goblin. Everywhere the wand touches any surface - person or thing - it becomes the same. A patch of wiggling flesh, an eye, and it moans about some dude name 'Greg.' 'Where's Greg.' 'Why did he go?' 'Where did Greg go.' 'Greg is so mean to leave us here? 'Greg come back.' And on and on. I grab them all, pick them up, and put them in the oven under the workbench. The kiln. I then tell them they are clay and when fired they will be plates. I tell them what a plate is for. Then I tell them about bowls. I teach them what they are., what they should be. I turn them into it so they can be happy. Or else they will endlessly cry about Greg I know. I don't know how I know but its like I've seen it millions of times. I then fired them. Slather them in black glaze and fire them again. They are rough, portly made plates. I look around the room. The entire space is covered the same rough, ill done, pottery. The last one to hold this wand made this space here, in this college that never ends in a place where all - dark or light - are infinitely protected. Evil isn't disallowed to be here. So he did this, - made this room, the last one to hold the wand, and managed the curse like this. But elsewhere. A different coven, a males coven so conclave perhaps. They are using the same technique. They are better at the clay work and the circle craft. They lay the fine clay piece over in the circle to work with, its rolled out even and perfect and thin, cut it differently, work the pieces like a thousand cut pie, each slice is cut in three so the outer rim is squares, then the second layer in is folded. They are used to doing this. They are plotting to take over people. A bit far away... A young man, a species like a hybrid. I think a lion or a horse. He's a knight and he is sad. He's been accused of bad things and accused about lying about them 10 times. Betrayed ten times. We finally know the culprit but its too late. He's lost faith in his brotherhood. He's leaving. We need him. Hes honorable. Strong. Brave. But he goes.