Jun. 5th, 2012

xhesika: (She Won't Look at You)
I did have a dream about Morpheus the other night.

I was in a country where I didn't speak the language, and the only one who could translate for me was untrustworthy. We would go to cafes for tea and the like and she would tell me double the amount then pocket the difference. I knew she was doing it, and my little purse became lighter and lighter.

Morpheus was at the small table beside me, in dark armor, and he leaned over to me while the girl was talking to the waiter. He told me that she was taking me for a ride. I told him I knew. He gave me a questioning look and I told him to wait and see where everything went.

My purse was soon empty and the girl went nuts, saying I should have had more, and then I stood from the table and reiterated everything: that I had caught her in a lie, that she was malicious and venomous.

And I bludgeoned her repeatedly, and Morpheus just sat back and drank his coffee.

So, nightmares.
xhesika: (Utena)
List of adventures with Morpheus: running through a cathedral with flamethrowers destroying demons, saving a colony of people from a flood with my cats, discovering waterfall-y castle caves, carpet coats, the Black residence blackouts, swimming and dinner in the river styx, and a haunted house where we were trapped and running from demons.

So I don't really count my overly morbid dream as much out of the ordinary. Except the armor.

About a year ago, when the dreams were at their most frequent, I went to see a clairvoyant on the matter. She believed that I was either channeling someone else, making a connection with someone else through the astral, or was in fact being guided by the archangel Micheal.

I just had a chilling thought. Micheal wasn't known for his music, but I specifically remember Morpheus singing. I remember because I can just barely remember the tune and the words, but I can never remember it completely, just that it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.

I know too much about the angel choirs I think. My imagination is running away with me, and the stress of the time of year is getting to me.


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