I want to do all the surveys that everybody's doing, even though Helen says they're boring. but I don't have time before I go to work. I'll do them tonight, maybe.

I had my second sky demon dream yesterday. My first, you've probably heard. I'll recap: there was a man watching me go about my daily business of high school (I had this dream when I was in high school) and grocery shopping, etc. and I thought he was creepy and that he was causing all sorts of creepy coincidences in my life. I don't remember any of the coincidences. I remember something about a dead bird.

But all of these weird occurences, whatever they were, eventually culminated into something I also can't remember-- couldn't remember immediately, even in the dream-- but which had something to do with lightning. and was very public.

I went out to see the watching man, of whom I was no longer afraid, and he said, "so you know what's going on now." And I nodded, and a dark smear appeared on one side of my face, and I said, "Yes. I'm becoming a sky demon."

Everybody else in town knew I was a sky demon, too, so I had to change schools. I went to a new place where I knew no one, talked to no one-- I was painfully solitary, because I couldn't let anyone know what I was. There was one girl who figured it out, so I hung out with her, but she was mean-spirited and sour.

and that was that dream.

Yesterday, I had been walking, in the dream. I'd gone to take a walk and I'd been walking East. Something had happened, I don't know what, but when I came to I was laying in a heap on the sidewalk, or walking trail, whatever. My head throbbed and felt thick, like I couldn't completely think straight. I remember thinking, "I have a concussion." I kept thinking that, throughout the dream. "I have a concussion."

I stumbled my way back home, and they found me and gathered around me and said, what's wrong? I thought, "I have a concussion," but I didn't say that, to anyone. I told them that I'd been taking a walk and had fallen, and that I was fine. They said, okay, well, we need to get to this event or another-- and they took me to a place, a park, a clearing, where there were all sorts of strange Native American-themed people around.

I mean that they were obviously Native American, but they weren't-- I don't know. I don't know them now, but I knew them in the dream-- who they were and what they did and how to speak their language. The event was the painting of a prayer house.

The prayer house was a small, crude building with no doors or windows. The purpose of the house was to get a prayer answered or to recieve blessings, but in order to activate it, you had to paint the roof blue and the walls yellow. So a bunch of us were painting the prayer house. And my mother-- who is not my reallife mother, was my mother in the dream-- had been acting strange, and I saw her come from around the other side of the house.

I went over to the side she'd come from and looked at the house, and she'd written something in yellow paint. It wasn't in English, but I knew that it said, "my daughter is a sky demon."

I was furious. I stalked after her and threw my paintbrush at her and got yellow paint all over her shirt. I said, how dare you. Then there was something about lightning, and I woke up.

so there's that.

Alestar
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"I should send a lot of postcards, and let the mailman deliver my bouts of drama to their rightful destinations. I get the feeling that even if I don't address them, the right people will see them."
~ Lise