Three nocturnal encounters, of varying light and dark

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Hello!

 

1) Last night I fell into an altered state half-way through a dream.

There was a small experimental robot on the floor. As I knelt to

pick it up, it jumped up onto my shoulder and started gripping

tentacle-like arms around my head, exerting disorientating pressures

and making it hard for me to breathe! It took quite a few seconds to

pull it off. Writing about it now is causing throbbing sensations in

a nearby patch behind my ear...

 

Yesterday, my son was bought a now uncomfortably similar toy alien

robot, which he thinks is smashing. It came from a charity shop, so

maybe it's brought a history and astal monsters home with it... Just

to be safe, I painted a water cross on its forehead this morning! I

wonder if I need to do anything else?

 

 

2) Later in the night, I became aware of lying in bed. Very soon, a

gruff, rough, half-breathed disembodied male voice spoke. It seemed

surprised - all it said was " Oh. " I started a conversation with it.

My voice was clear, but in no way gave any impression of radiating

through air, it was internal - I didn't have to worry about

sleeptalking.

 

" Who are you? "

 

Several seconds pause, then: " You haven't met me before " .

 

" What's your name? "

 

Pause. Umming and erring, but no name. Evasiveness.

 

" What do you look like then? "

 

Another multi-second pause, then: " I'm a half white, half pigmented -

" .

 

The ending was lost by the sound of me pulling the patio door open at

my parents' house - I'd slipped out of body. Stepping out, I felt

massively out of phase with reality, very awake, but almost drunk.

There was an elegant robed lady outside, but I couldn't concentrate

on her, my focus was too local.

 

" Sorry, I missed that, what did you say? "

 

Another long gap. " I'm a half alb-I-no, half pigmented

elfling/halfling/changeling/something(?) " .

 

Again I had trouble hearing the ending (maybe I couldn't hear a

concept I didn't have?), but there seemed to be an expectation that

I'd find it ugly. I repeated it back, hoping for confirmation.

 

" Ssshhh, Mrs Punch won't like to hear that! " - he wanted his nature

kept secret. I assumed he had a partner he was hiding things from.

He didn't seem evil particularly, but I was mindful that he did seem

a bit flawed...

 

I started scanning my parents' garden, which was fantastically lush

and gorgeously lit, but otherwise normal (except for an oversize egg

near some hoofprints in a patch of moist mud).

 

" Where are you? "

 

After the expected wait came a soft but still unrefined " Lower " .

 

I walked to the apple trees, where there was another person, another

girl I couldn't concentrate on. Down at the foot of one tree was a

tiny weatherworn ceramic/plastic chubby figurine, losing its paint.

It looked like a gnome, and it was next to some unidentifiable bric-a-

brac. I took it to be my disembodied talker and lay him down on a

flat section of it that looked like a bed.

 

" Oh you don't look so bad. You look a bit like Father Christmas " .

 

With that, I wandered back to the house, momentarily delighted by a

shower of reclining crescents in the sunlight, visual blurs falling

around my head like blossom. Back at the patio doors, I felt myself

enter a more normal state, with my words becoming perceptible to

people again. I must have been lapsing back into dreams. I heard

one more chronologically displaced " Oh. " , and then...

 

 

3) a distant black dog was barking at me and running towards me (as

usual now)! I tried to board up the patio doors with some rickety

shutters but they were hopeless. As the dog got really close I

realised there was someone next to him - a personal trainer in a

hooded tracksuit, handsome, but in an 80s sort of way (think

Dodgeball). He seemed to be my trainer, as familiar with the house

as I was - my guide perhaps! He cocked his head and gave a

searching, mildly annoyed, resigned look at me. Exactly as if to

say, " well kiddo, you've loused up yet another Kundalini surrender

test...how many times eh? "

Tom