Bad Dream

I had kind of a bad dream last night and early this morning. Amidst the normal convoluted stuff that was going on, I was trying to have fun with Doran...but he pushed me away and just left. The funny thing was that when he pushed me away I didn't even think anything of it -- it felt like it was a normal thing that was happening. But after he left I felt completely dejected, and though I tried to search for love from others that were there, none of them would love me in return either.

I'd never felt so alone in a dream before. And now as I sit here trying to relax I feel like bits and pieces of me are falling apart, like I'm crumbling under stress or something.

Actually, there was another part of my dream that really captures how I'm feeling. It's a little difficult to describe, but I'll try my best.

I was an observer during this scene, and around me the setting was of an Egyptian city. I didn't know who the people were, but they were all dressed in Egyptian type clothing as well. I remember there were three people to my right who appeared to be either of royalty or high standing, and to my left there was a commoner who I believe had either stolen something or was a pariah. He cowered beneath the might of the other three people, who I realized were actually gifted in magical arts. The center one uttered a curse, and there was this purple smog that exited his mouth and went past me to the man on my left.

It was here that my point of view changed. I ended up becoming the man, and I saw the purple smog coming towards me. Then my view changed back to where I was before, and I saw the smog enter the man's body. It was by far the most screwed up thing I have ever seen.

After the smog entered his body, large chunks of his body just started falling off of him. His skin ripped off, exposing the muscle underneath, and at some points he even ripped it off himself. His screams of excruciating pain were so unbearable and yet I couldn't take my eyes off him. And it kept happening too! His limbs would grow back,the skin would reappear, and then it would all start falling off again. His arms would fall to the ground, he would rip the skin off his chest as if it was wet pieces of paper.

I stood there horrified, watching it happen. Then the point of view changed and I was one of the magician people, and to them, he was simply on the ground screaming. Nothing bad was happening to him. I was still in shock, and I uttered a counter-curse to save him. After that he simply lay on the ground panting and shuddering.

It probably doesn't sound as extreme from the way I described it. But I saw it in full detail in my dream and I don't think I'll be able to get that image out of my head. But I feel like it's a good representation of what I'm feeling right now.

I need to rest for a little.. Toodles.