For the past month I've been having incredibly detailed and realistic dreams. Not quite dreams. They've almost evolved into simulation.
Getting past the existential rabbit hole that opens up, the dreams have been getting incredibly more active over the past few months, a month or so after I moved into this apartment. Even further before, spanning about 6 months my dreams have began to evolve.
On the night between the 6th and 7th of November, nothing amazingly different happened.
In my dreams, I am somewhat... immaterial. Like Dark Matter. I am the one that typically reacts with something else, then they shall react. People that I get into fights with, staring right through me till I make the first blow, for instance.
On that night, I was noticed in a certain sense. I was with this girl, with hair silky and dark as onyx. The sort of dark and inky colour that you could stare into for hours on end, like the deep expanse of space in between the stars.
This person was... of a sort of mystic persuasion, from what I could tell. She was between 5' 6" and 5' 9", her hair in wavy cascades down to her shoulders and seemed to be 19 to 21. She wore some sort of dark clothing, though in what type and manner, I cannot remember. The air around her felt... different than what I usually experience. A sort of depth and complexity. Like some thought of quantum proportions that expands ever deeper into the infinitesimal and the infinite.
In the dream, we were friends or associates of sorts. Working on some sort of project, but for the life of me I can't remember what sort of work it entailed. She and I were walking down the street of a place that I know well. But it also strayed to a place that was close by that i'd never been. To my surprise, when I told my mother of this, she knew of this place. A grove or orchard of some sense.
However, in this place we did not go with our free-will. This girl had a sister, one with an evil intent it would seem. She was either jealous of her sister in some way or just simply evil. She captured me and tied me to an oak post in the grove.
The post had a skull carved into the top of it, and it was paired with these two clubs. The clubs had a large ball end about half the size of a volley ball with a single steel stud in them. The clubs were stacked one atop the other, the bottom one pierced into the skull on the top of the skull.
I can't remember the words that were spoken in the dreams at this point. But the sister wanted me for something, either to lure the girl with my capture or to preform some sort of ritual on me to do the same thing.
She cut my face open, from the base of my nose down to my chin. I can still remember the warmth of the blood and the taste of iron in my mouth.
Then, suddenly, I was somewhere else. Yet, something was wrong. I felt worried and saddened.
The perspective of the dream switched to the girl. She was also tied to the post, in the same manner that I was. Her sister cut her as well, in the same way she cut me.
The sister left, summoning this bear or some creature of equal proportion to finish the black haired girl off. The girl, as the animal came to maul her, freed her hands and forced its jaws away, uttering some sort of spell that caused it to move away, turning on the evil sister.
Then, the perspective was my own again. I was standing in a driveway, the one of my aunt's house, a place close to the grove.
I was disheartened, looking to the street and wishing I could of seen this girl again. I saw movement up the street, the girl coming down out of the darkness. As we saw each other we ran into embrace, I so relieved to see my friend alive.
Which, brings me to the point of why I'm bringing this writing here to a selective public as it were. I'm of the inclination that this person exists and maybe potentially is influencing my dreams. Normally I wouldn't think such things, but for the past week she's been a daily occurrence in my dreams as well as scatted throughout the last month.
It's somewhat suspect, I'd say.
So, in a fantastic long shot, if you are around here, i'd like you to prove it:
"Why is the Moon Dancing?" Answer me that, If you could.
Albeit, I have no idea what to go on about if the counter to that callsign is correct or incorrect or if there's no substance to it, so... Here's to long shots I suppose.
The Black Haired Girl