I have really weird dreams. I'm going to repeat that again. I have really weird dreams. Oftentimes they wouldn't make any sense if I weren't in them, actively trying to make sense of them upon waking. However, sometimes my dreams come with a fully formed plot, and in them, I act eerily logically. You know how in dreams, you often do things that seem really weird, or things make sense in dreams that are completely illogical elsewhere? I have those dreams, but I also have dreams that make too much sense. For instance, I once had a coherent argument defending the evidence for evolution in a dream, in which I acted and talked like myself.
Honestly, I was kind of impressed with myself for that one.
Anyway, last night I had a dream that would typically be very terrifying, and yet it wasn't a nightmare. For some reason, lately my dreams have been very devoid of emotion and I haven't been having nightmares even maybe when I should be. Last night, I had a dream about a creepy possessed doll that some how found its way into my house. There was some exposition about how I acquired it that I don't remember, but I'd been gradually gathering that it was possessed by a spirit or demon or something. Things would move around, the doll would follow me, and it was bad. I'd been gradually sharing these suspicions, too. One day, I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth or something, and I looked in the mirror and there was the doll, sitting on the back of the toilet. When I looked away for a second, things were moving around, like the picture on the wall was now on the floor.
I knew this was the beginning of something really bad, so I called for Mom.
"Did you put this picture on the floor?" she asked when she got up.
"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about," I said. "The doll did it. It's possessed."
Mom, who had been experiencing phenomena too, mostly believed me but was weirdly not fazed by it. I explained to her that the doll's eyes changed color from dark blue green to baby blue, depending on whether it was activated or not.
"We should probably do something about this," I said.
Then Mom left, and though I called after her, not wanting to be stuck in the room with the possessed doll, she didn't come back.
So I was alone with the doll.
"Great. I'm alone with a possessed doll. Great. Thanks, possessed doll," I said, trying to stave off panic. "Do you want something, or are you just trying to drive me insane? Because that's really annoying and I don't like it."
The doll just stared, but it suddenly acquired a book, and the pages were flipping on their own and it opened up to a page that was the transcript of an entire conversation between me and it, in which a bunch of my questions were answered, as if it had predicted our entire conversation.
"Alright then," I said, "What if I just smashed you right now?"
The pages of the book started flipping really wildly and it seemed like the doll was angry, and I said, "Uh. Never mind. I won't do that."
Then it became apparent to me that it was going to try to make me switch places with it, or become the possessed doll so whatever was possessing it could be free. I was obviously a little iffy on this idea, and I tried to bargain with it.
"Um. I'm not so interested in that right now. Maybe when I'm really old and near death, I'd be interesting in prolonging my life span as a telekinetic doll, but not right now. But what if I help you out in the mean time? I can see if I can find someone willing to switch with you, or I could study magic and see if I can't break this curse. See? I'll help you out, and you can not use your telekinetic powers to kill me or my loved ones. Okay?"
Then it flipped to a page with a picture of a black tree on it, and some red numbers seeped up through the page.
"Are those coordinates?" I asked, but the doll was unresponsive.
Then I woke up and never found out if we made an agreement or if it just decided to kill me.
And there is your daily dose of my bizarre subconscious. :D
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