Warning! My dreams contain mature content. Some people may find my dreams to be disturbing. Please do not continue reading if you are under age, easily offended, or do not want to read serious content.
I climb into the rafters hoping to escape the danger below. Pulling myself up and into the small space I pray that I was quiet enough not to attract too much attention. Many times before I have been here in this same spot, crouched in fear, trying to disappear. My hands tremble as I step away from the edge.
‘Am I safe now?’ I ask myself silently on the inside so as not to give away my hiding place. Knowing I couldn’t possibly have escaped that easily I began devising several back up plans.
“Come out! Come out! Wherever you are!” I heard a voice chanting. “You can run but you can’t hide little girl…” I recognized it.
That was her voice, the voice of the woman. I can tell it without even seeing the witch’s face. She is hunting me.
“You thought you could get away from me did you?” She called into the dark building assuming that I can hear her. My knees knocked together as my whole body trembled in fear. I held my breath in anticipation.
‘Please God!’ I prayed silently, ‘Don’t let her eat me.’
She had a thing for vore…for those of you who might have never heard of it, vorarephillia is a sexual perversion in which you become sexual aroused, find gratification, or pleasure from cannibalism. The most common type is “soft vore” which is the fantasy of swallowing someone whole with no bloodshed. Canth was into what would be considered hard vore/vampirism.
Often they would all joke about being vampires. They would play their little table top role playing games and pretend. Large gatherings of people would come over, or meet at the park, to play live action together. Online they would write fantasy stories. They always joked about being a cult. Behind closed doors…in the basements and dungeons…it is not a game.
In my dream I decide to run. I’m on the third story of my grandparents’ house in Seward Park. I look out across Lake Washington and suddenly realize I’m dreaming. So then I decide to fly instead.
I launch myself off the roof just as she is clutching for the purple velvet of my skits but I escape, just barely.
“Get back here you little bitch!” She screamed in a shrieking tone.
“Never!” I yell as I try to glide to a tree, or a roof. I needed something to land on every few feet because instead of flying confidently like a bird I glided like a squirrel or the small marsupial sugar glider that stretched out its flappy arms and launched itself from tree to tree. “Flying” was only the technical term. In my dream it always feels like falling. When I run I can’t really run and when I fly I only sort of fly.
I noticed a small girl clinging in a tree so I aimed for her and landed with a crash only a few feet below her. She was about four or five, with long dark blonde hair and brown eyes just like me. Apparently she had climbed up here on her on. Perhaps, like me, she was hiding from someone.
“Psst.” I whispered trying not to scare her. “Little girl… Can I help you?”
“Yes but I can’t get down,” she said nervously eyeing down the fifty foot trunk of the ancient cedar tree. “Even if I could she would find me. I can’t go down,” she started crying, “and I can’t go home.” She stared off into the distance silent tears falling like raindrops.
But it wasn’t raining now. The sky was grey as usual but as the two of us sat in that tree we were unusually dry and warm.
“It’s ok.” I tried to reassure her. “What’s your name? Wait let me guess…Kiki!”
“How did you know?” She asked in her soft girlish tone still looking down at the distant ground as if somehow by keeping her eyes on it she was guaranteeing her safety.
“I am you.” I responded. “This is only a dream. Are you ok now?” I climbed up to the branch next to her and sat down.
“Let’s blink somewhere.” She said softly closing her eyes. I did the same and seconds later when I opened them we were at an old playground on the beach.
“Ha!” I laughed, pulling off my shoes. “Now that’s better!”
Digging our toes into the sand we both giggled and sighed with relief when we collapsed on the beach. Suddenly a sun break in the North West clouds and gold flecks lit up our brown eyes and our hair.
“You are so beautiful.” I told the child version on me. “Kiki, I love you! Don’t every go away ok?”
“This is where I live now.” She replied with a smile. “Now I’m inside of you until the day you die when we will be reestablished in Heaven. For now I belong in your heart, in your mind, and in your dreams. Come visit me here. When you are afraid call out to me or come sit and play!”
She jumped up and hopped onto a swing. Slowly at first her pumping legs lifted her only slightly. Gradually she rose higher and higher in the swing. Her hair splayed out in gold behind her, a smile spread across her face.
‘Thank you child me,’ I thought and climbed into the seat next to her.
“Thank you for saving me Kiki!” I said sailing like a bird on a wing in that swing. Climbing higher and higher I touched.
“No Dominique, Thank YOU for saving us!” She responded and then I awoke.