So, in the dream I'm stuck on the ledge of a cliff wall with sheer vaults of stone rising above me on three sides. On the forth side (in front of me) a canyon fell away below and some sort of rectangular box stood against the edge of the cliff wall with the top of the box (where the lid should have been) open at my feet. The box was very narrow in depth (picture a scaled up version of a cereal box) but a couple hundred feet deep. The canyon and cliff sides glowed a sickly, smoldering red color, as though lava had broken the surface somewhere nearby. For some reason I was sitting on the cliff ledge, dangling my feet over the lip and into the giant cereal box.After a while I began to notice a shape in the darkness at the bottom of the box. And as my eyes adjusted to the dim glow of the crimson light, the shape began to reveal itself. I began to notice splashes of red, some shapeless but others in the clear form of hand prints, on the insides of the box. It seemed like the firelight grew brighter because suddenly the shape at the bottom of the box revealed itself to be a person bound and sitting in a plain wooden chair. The face of the person stared straight up at me. Soon the chair began to float up, bringing the person closer to where I perched on the cliff ledge. I could make out more detail as the chair carrying the bound figure rose up to me. An androgynous, smiling face grinned up at me, smears of blood red across it's face, lips, and teeth. Long, straggly wisps of greasy, jet black hair covered its mongoloid head, and its naked skin was the pale, oily color of a snake's belly. The absence of any kind of sexual organs made the thing look like the half Klingon, lady boy, hell spawn of a Barbie and Ken doll. (edit: It just occurred to me that this thing bore a strong resemblance to Marilyn Mason.) Anyway, it floated right up to the edge, and began to bob around in the air, still grinning.
Suddenly it lurched forward and tried to bite my toes, only managing to nip one of them. It let out a shreak, the likes of which I hope to never hear in real life, and bobbed quickly away from me. And I distinctly remember it opening its mouth and saying (in a woman's voice, no less) "I only got one! I guess I shall have to try again to finish the job!" Somehow I realized that the thing was trying to infect me with something, and that once infected, it would mean very bad things for me.
And that's the story of how I woke up around 2:30 this Christmas morning writhing and trying to kick an evil, black haired, ladyman-demon in the face.
Hey! Don't judge. It's Christmas!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all. And stay away from the eggnog late at night. ; )
Kirk out.
