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triadruidSaturday morning I woke up (several times, actually) from a dream that was actually a continuation of a dream I had a month or two ago, that I think I forgot to write down.
The dream started off where the old one left off, an apocalyptic wasteland. Except the catastrophe, whatever it was, was so long ago that the zombies that resulted from it had "adapted" after a fashion to their environment, rendering them immune to most of the standard zombie-killing techniques. In the previous dream, my partner (female?) and I had discovered a way to use spring water, or holy water, or some other sort of common but unexpected thing, to destroy the zombies, and started clearing out a ruined set of dwellings dug into a cliffside (very Anasazi) of zombie-creatures. Unfortunately when it hit one of them, it had the opposite effect of making her nearly immortal: able to regenerate most wounds, almost looked human (and damn sexy, too) just with very bad skin in places...that sort of thing. I don't remember how the first dream left off, exactly, except that she was trying to stop us, possibly by killing my partner and seducing/killing me. That one ended indeterminately.
So flash forward to Saturday. An overdose of Mexican food, a strange hotel bed, and exhaustion from the week before and specifically the storm at 3:30 the previous night, plus the drive to Lawrence, made me toss and turn all night. Toward dawn, I came back to the setting of this cliffside complex of dwellings, only without my partner this time. Just me and the immortal zombie-woman. More interested in seducing me than killing me this time, I think. Which hormonally wasn't so bad, since she bore a striking resemblance to a tall beautiful woman with very long, sleek, dark hair. I wasn't so much interested in having sex with her like she wanted, as testing her limits/finding a way to conquer her. I remember very clearly breaking her wrist by bending it backwards double, only to have it regenerate instantly. I believe I also shot or stabbed her in the torso. I don't know if the black slacks she had on were important, but they had pockets in the back. I know this because she braced herself against the cliff wall at one point and showed off her well-formed backside, including the long silky tail, like a fox's but all dark with no white tip. Then she waggled her ass at me and said "watch this", and the tail shivered and split into two tails, one coming out of each cheek, just above the pockets of her slacks. Like I said, it was very vivid, but I don't know if the pants were integral or just good backdrop. She seemed very pleased with herself, as if it was as much a good thing for her as supposed to be an attractant to me. The dream basically ended there, because I woke up when her tail split, and went to write this down.
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kittenpants woke up as I was scribbling this down (being nowhere near a computer to record it at the time), and I told her about the dream. "Kitsune" she said... "A what?" Apparently kitsune are Japanese fox spirits, sometimes akin to succubi in Western traditions, often mischevious or beguiling...
Since my last name is derived from the same root as the medieval Reynard the Fox, I found this an especially interesting coincidence. We'll see if it comes back again...
The dream started off where the old one left off, an apocalyptic wasteland. Except the catastrophe, whatever it was, was so long ago that the zombies that resulted from it had "adapted" after a fashion to their environment, rendering them immune to most of the standard zombie-killing techniques. In the previous dream, my partner (female?) and I had discovered a way to use spring water, or holy water, or some other sort of common but unexpected thing, to destroy the zombies, and started clearing out a ruined set of dwellings dug into a cliffside (very Anasazi) of zombie-creatures. Unfortunately when it hit one of them, it had the opposite effect of making her nearly immortal: able to regenerate most wounds, almost looked human (and damn sexy, too) just with very bad skin in places...that sort of thing. I don't remember how the first dream left off, exactly, except that she was trying to stop us, possibly by killing my partner and seducing/killing me. That one ended indeterminately.
So flash forward to Saturday. An overdose of Mexican food, a strange hotel bed, and exhaustion from the week before and specifically the storm at 3:30 the previous night, plus the drive to Lawrence, made me toss and turn all night. Toward dawn, I came back to the setting of this cliffside complex of dwellings, only without my partner this time. Just me and the immortal zombie-woman. More interested in seducing me than killing me this time, I think. Which hormonally wasn't so bad, since she bore a striking resemblance to a tall beautiful woman with very long, sleek, dark hair. I wasn't so much interested in having sex with her like she wanted, as testing her limits/finding a way to conquer her. I remember very clearly breaking her wrist by bending it backwards double, only to have it regenerate instantly. I believe I also shot or stabbed her in the torso. I don't know if the black slacks she had on were important, but they had pockets in the back. I know this because she braced herself against the cliff wall at one point and showed off her well-formed backside, including the long silky tail, like a fox's but all dark with no white tip. Then she waggled her ass at me and said "watch this", and the tail shivered and split into two tails, one coming out of each cheek, just above the pockets of her slacks. Like I said, it was very vivid, but I don't know if the pants were integral or just good backdrop. She seemed very pleased with herself, as if it was as much a good thing for her as supposed to be an attractant to me. The dream basically ended there, because I woke up when her tail split, and went to write this down.
kittenpants woke up as I was scribbling this down (being nowhere near a computer to record it at the time), and I told her about the dream. "Kitsune" she said... "A what?" Apparently kitsune are Japanese fox spirits, sometimes akin to succubi in Western traditions, often mischevious or beguiling...Since my last name is derived from the same root as the medieval Reynard the Fox, I found this an especially interesting coincidence. We'll see if it comes back again...
