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Posted by on 2012-10-21 01:47:00 Session Length: N/A Models Used: None
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This is not going to be about an Aneros session. This is a dream I just woke up from that impacted me so deeply, so strongly, that I want to write it out, in this particular space, so that I can refer back to it during my journey. This is a disclaimer of sorts for those wanting to skip this entry.
It seems I opened a door in this journey that I was expecting, but maybe not aware of how deeply or how dark the room within truly was. I am thankful this is just a dream, but at the same time, is it a deeper, sub-conscious manifestation of something more struggling to escape and be free? Is it something that is simply a denied part of myself? Whatever it is, this manifestation in my dream was 100 percent part of me, and darker than anything I've ever felt in my life. My dream was this: I had actually just participated in a "family meeting" and gathering. I was with a new partner. She and I had only been together a very short time, couple of months maybe in the dream, but an extremely important family event had occurred, and I was part of it. I was looked upon a little bit suspiciously, but was accepted and welcomed. I think suspicion was because of the short time frame between this new girl and I. So, in that moment of the dream, there was a lot of love flowing, a lot of openness, and a lot of joy as this family meeting and gathering took place. I went up to the father of the meeting, who happened to be Ben Stiller for whatever reason, and expressed how deeply grateful I was to feel so welcome and treated so well. He and I hugged, and I kissed his forehead, then he kissed mine in return, and we had a mutual understanding that we had a connection of fraternal love. What makes this part of the dream so scary is how much I could still feel. I felt the love in that dream as real as if I were hugging my own father. I felt this part too. The dream skipped to Aneros chat. There was a new member that was asking questions. I think this part of the dream came from the fact that I went straight to bed immediately after closing out Aneros chat last night where new member was asking questions. But, what was being asked in my dream was dark, scary, and I realized that it was part of me asking. The dreams was asking about morphing. The user wanted to know how to morph images. So, another member was showing how the new forum supported images and even shared a few "wire style" images that blended from rabbit to person to whatever. It was just to show the style that could exist. Then it was just a flash. Like a single film cell. A brief moment. But, the image in my mind was as clear as any I could see in front of my eyes. I was in a room that seemed like a hospital. Two beds were against a wall, a curtain was half drawn, the walls were right, there was a person on the bed, but they were already cut open, stomach and diaphragm already dripped out, and they seemed to be screaming with no sound, and the blood, the blood is what I remember most. Then it was over. I was back in chat. A few more posts go by. I'm shaken and out of it, then another image. A smaller section lasting longer. This time, same room, but different people. Rather, on the bed seemed to be a minor demon getting a blowjob from a superior demon, and I couldn't tell if I was observer, minor demon, superior demon, or all three simultaneously. I say demon because the skin was red, the hair was jet black, a small, single horn protruded from the side of the one on the bed. A say a superior demon because of the sheer strength and overwhelming force. But the superior demon was just that, a force, it was invisible. I can only tell its utter malice and selfishness. It was beyond hate. It was beyond anything I've ever felt before. The image ended when the blowjob turned into a vicious claw tearing at the stomach of the minor demon, who lifted his torso up and seemed to be relishing the experience of being torn open. Back to chat, only for a second, the images are moving too fast to keep up, flashed, bursts, same room, similar actions, same utter force. Room back in focus fully now. On the bed is Homer Simpson. Next to him on the other bed is his son Bart. Again, same superior demon force, but fully invisible. Similar thought of Homer getting a blowjob, but what happens next is what terrifies me most, and I don't know why. Homer sits straight up, and he's actually fully clothed. This feels like a sexual event, but he's fully clothed. Bart is looking on like an observer, fascinated, but not in the least bit scared. Homer is beyond sitting up now. His legs remain laying on the bed, but he's halfway floating in the air. He's face to face with this invisible force. The force starts to inhale sharply and literally remove the face of Homer. Homer is starting out, eyes wide, but being pulled out, mouth open, but being torn apart, in a moment, his face is a giant cavity in his skull. I could only think at that moment that I was glad he was a cartoon and couldn't feel. At the same time, if I got any feeling at all from him it's that he was orgasmic! The force was even more hungry, more malicious. It immediately crushed in the cavity and kept pounding away at the skull until it imploded. It didn't stop though. It kept going until I woke up. It was bursting in its essence with sexual energy and desire. It was a matter of fact statement that this is what it wanted. It wanted power, immense, total, utter power. It wanted its pleasure faceless. It wanted to tear the other person apart and literally relish in their agony while the victim found their own pleasure in coping. That's kind of the funny thing. I can't tell if those "victims" were consensual and enjoying it or not. Just when I think the most horrific experience any entity could endure was occurring, there was still that tiny, almost non-existant glimmer that they were enjoying it. I awoke knowing two things. That force was me. The victims were not. I was terrified. Again, I can't tell if subconsciously that's what I have within me, or if the dream was a warning, or what. But, I want to post this here because it is a direct manifestation of my journey. This is shadow play. This is tapping into the darker thoughts and desires of my mind. I'm creating this entry simply as a reminder, a marker, and a warning to myself more than anything. If others have thoughts, I would love to see them. |
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Posted on 2012-11-03 22:46:20 by artform
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