Current mood:

scared

Spider men
Hey there!

Tonight, I've been having a really terrible dream and I think that maybe it helps if I write it out.
I was going to go somewhere with two boys, brothers. One about 10 years or 12 and the other one... Let's say, 8 or something. I don't know their names, but they're awfully cute. (And the older one reminds me very much of a classmate I had in elementary school. Man, was I crushing on that guy.)
Anyway, it was a single horror. First, the trains were awful and weird and you had no seats but just lay under a kind of narrow ceiling that was directly over the train's floor. Hard to describe but, believe me, I was getting dyspnea just looking at it.
In the end, we somehow ended up NOT going by train and we went to an old store hall (it seemed) with many different, rather dark and dusty rooms. Somehow, the older one was fed up suddenly and ran away and I was stuck with searching for the smaller one. I found him in a book-storing room. Ah, was I tempted to just nick some manga XP But that's not important. The small guy was crying and he was very afraid. Now we're getting to the scary bits.
The thing is, the dream is some kind of continuation to another one. (At least I'm quite sure that I've been dreaming about the whole thing already.) And in that one, there were "Spinnenmänner", "spider men" after us. They belong to the most fearful things I can imagine. They're tall, two and a half meters at least, and thin. Like, extremely thin. Matchstick men. They're sent by someone, but I don't know who - they don't speak, they're always soundless and mute, and they can't hear. They never run, but they follow you slowly and steadily. They are very strong and often try to press through doors. They can't open locks or anything like that, if you lock your door, they can't enter there. But they can always just find some other window or less sturdy surface that they will try to get through. And they will.
They also have no faces. Their heads are just as thin and high as the rest of them and their skin is greyish in their face, with some vaguely fungeous features. They wear old-fashioned velvet suits and coats, vests and shirts. Victorian. That stuff.
They seem to be after the boys' father who's had something to do with time-travelling business. (Thursday Next, anyone?)
Anyway, I was calming the small boy down and gave him the speech about "Maybe there are no bad people" à la Clamp and I finally managed to get him home - which was pretty tricky because there were spider men patroulling in several places. There's also the fact that you don't know at all what they can do to you - you just know that it has to be the worst.
We went home to him and I sent him running to his house, then I encountered his dad. We talked somewhat, but then he suddenly shouted that there was a spider man and, really, pressed against the wall, there he was. We fled into the house and he came after us slowly, as they always do. The door was bending inside already with how he pressed against it (and you never see how they do it, they don't seem to do any real physical work except walking around) and only then did I remember to lock it. He stood outside for a while, but then he went away. But only, as the boys' dad remarked, "to find another entrance". And he will. Some window, or the chimney, or the cellar. He will get into they house somehow.
I wonder if I will see the boys again. This has already been a continuation to another dream - will I continue that story again? I don't know if I want to. I really like the boys and I want to protect them (mother insticts kicking in? *lol*) but I don't want to go through the horrors again those spider men bring me. Even now, I'm still turning around constantly for fear they might lumber behind the curtains or the doors when I open them or up the dark staircase.
Anyway, that's it. I have to go clean my room up now. See you!
~*Kjesta*~