Of cats and demons
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I haven't been sleeping well at night. As such, I am spending most of my day in bed. That is, I end up so tired during the day that I take a nap at 10 in the morning. Now, this wouldn't be be bad if I didn't sleep for 4-5 hours, but that is what I ended up doing today, and I had a very strange dream...We were living in an 2nd floor apartment/flat in this really run down neighborhood. The apartment had 4 doors, though I only knew of two of them in the beginning. 2 of the doors happened to be in my bedroom, though why I never noticed them before this, I'll never know.
Anyhow, while wandering around this apartment, looking for drafts (winter was coming), I did noticed these doors, and when I went to check on them, I also noticed that they were in really bad shape. Both were barely hanging on by their hinges, and neither had door knobs, leaving rather large holes in them. I opened the door that was on the side of the apartment, and saw a man standing there with his hand out, and he had a really odd look on his face. I quickly shut the door, and threw the latch, not that it did any good.
Leaving the room, I went off to find my children to tell them I was going to go out and find the maintenance man to come fix said doors before winter set in and we froze our rear ends off. Moving down the hallway, I looked over my shoulder to see the man leaving my room with something in his hand.
After leaving instructions to go downstairs to a friends, so that they would be safe while I was gone, I set out after that man. I searched for him for quite a while, going in and out of shops, asking if anyone had seen him, but he always managed to stay one step ahead of me. In one of the shops I ran into a policeman, who not only mentioned the fact that they were out looking for the guy, but he started searching a bit harder for him, though only after I showed him the apartment, or rather the dual staircases which led up to our apartment.
Figuring the cops were going to handle it, I went off in search of the maintenance man again. Along the way, I ran into this really nice looking guy, though he was a bit strange. He kept asking me questions about myself, and I kept trying to avoid answering him. Finally, I blurted out the fact that I had been robbed and, since he had been harassing me about my current situation regarding relationships, I told him that I was a single mother. That seemed to do the trick, though not after he explained to me that he was walking away, but not because I had kids, but because I needed to let go, and that until I did, I wouldn't be suited for anyone.
Right, back to the search for the elusive maint. man. Up and down the streets I went, looking for what I knew was the main office, though every time I turned a corner thinking the office would be right there, it seemed to shift.
Back to the apartments, and when I got there there was a group of people standing outside. I figured one of them would know where to find the office so I asked. In the group was an older man who, at first glance, I thought was my Papa. Reaching out, I laid a hand on his shoulder to get him to stop walking away. When he turned to face me, his face shifted, and I realized it wasn't my Papa, but just a 'look alike'.
I got the directions and set off again to find the office and, by the time I got there, it was closing however, the guy who was leaving did tell me that John was out and about and, if I hurried, I could probably catch him near the apartments. So, off I went to the apartments to find John and, as luck would have it, I found him behind the apartments.
I explained the situation and he agreed to take care of it right away, as neither of us wanted to leave the apartment wide open come nightfall. After gathering the materials he needed, he followed me up the back stairs to the worst of the two doors and started working on it. Peeking around the corner, I noticed people filing in and out of my apartment so I decided to go see what was going on. Up the second flight of stairs, I passed about a dozen people leaving, and though I questioned them as to the reasons why they were in my apartment to begin with, though no one would answer me.
Moving inside, I noticed that many things had changed and, finding my children rather quickly, they explained that they had called in some 'team' to make over the flat. Simply floored by it all, I literally broke down, falling to my knees and thanking God for making the dream a reality.. (Oddly enough, this part was extremely livid, as I felt as if I was crying in my sleep).
Recovering, I thanked everyone, especially my children, and set off to find John because, for whatever reason, the team hadn't bothered to fix the doors. Opening the back door, where I knew he had been working, I found that he had not only put up a very sturdy screen door, but he had replaced the other door as well. Finishing up, he told me he would meet me at the other door. Closing and locking this first door, I moved across the room to the other.
Opening the door, Rajah (Brittany's cat) slipped out past me and jumped down the flight of stairs. When I say jumped I mean she literally flew off the landing, landing on a stair midway down, and then jumped off that stair to land at the bottom, clearing another cat which was chained up along the way. The other cat took off after her, nearly clotheslining John's legs. Holding the door open for John, I watched the two cats and just as John slipped past me, I saw the other cat shift shape.
Brightly glowing red eyes looked up at me as the cat began to grow larger, its body becoming more humanoid with each passing second. Realizing this was some sort of a Demon of sorts. Quickly closing the door and bracing myself against it, I turned to John to tell him what was going on. In seconds the demon was on the door, banging against it, trying to get it. There was a small window near the top of the door, and the demon managed to break through, climbing his way into the room, or trying to anyway.
Clawing and scratching at me, I reached for John's hammer and began pounding the Demon's head in, or rather, trying to. It had a thick skull, almost like concrete and with each blow he cursed me in some foreign tongue, which I somehow knew (Or assumed) to be ancient.
It took quite a while to bash its brains in, and before I managed to do that it spoke to me in a language I could understand, telling me "It isn't reality, but the dream that matters". It said this over and over, enough to the point that when I finally woke, that was what I remembered most.
There is another bit of this dream that followed but, it isn't really appropriate to post, and made little to no sense. If you know me well enough, you also know that I only remember two types of dreams. 'Nuf said about that.
Now I am left wondering.. just what it all means.
