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Demons afraid of LoJack

Posted in Dream by Will on Saturday, September 29th, 2007 ~ 12pm

Fun dream last night. The proverbial “gates to hell” were literally gates, and due to a technical malfunction they were unproverbially open. All the demons inside (former humans, now demons) were unsure of whether they could really just slip out into the real world or not. A theory murmured through the crowd, and found consensus. If the gates came back on, theory was, they’d probably suck everyone who had left back in — if they’d sinned while they were out. Sins being like a LoJack signal. Or possibly anyone outside the gates who had sinned would just get incinerated the moment the gates came back online. So the only way for a demon to slip away successfully during this glitch was to leave and not sin. No rape, murder, or pillaging. It would be a challenge for any demon, but, people did want to leave, so a few tried.

I was following a woman demon, rather like Daisy Adair from Dead Like Me, and since she’d arrived in Hell a few decades before automobiles existed she wasn’t too familiar with the modern world. We stole a car — not a sin — and we found a semi-abandoned house to stay in. But she was not aware you had to turn the car off or the gasoline would continue to be burned, so the car wound up being out of gas when the homeowners came back home and kicked us out. We also faced other immediate struggles, such as the need to find jobs. Or at least, I figured I’d need to find a job, as a dishwasher or something. She in contrast could just start a relationship with a guy who already had a job. So I didn’t know if she’d stick around with me. She’d probably move on, but I was in denial about that.

The last third of the dream was not related to the earlier part of the dream. It was instead a throwback to dreams of years ago, when I used to fly around all the time, and in which I could pass through glass without breaking it — which took a little bit of effort, because you had to attune your body in a particular way. Flying down a hallway, approaching a door with glass panels, it was often best to reach out and touch the glass with a hand first to be sure you weren’t about to smack into it. I was pleased to find I’d regained this most fun ability of passing through glass. I frankly love the look that people give me, in dreams, when I go through a door without opening it. I was in some kind of dorm, and I was confused about whether my room was on the second or third floor, thus the flying around. And there was some kind of nurses station or administrative office on one of the floors, and I could hear the voices of other people I knew coming from other rooms, including Julia Weagant (spelling?) who I knew from UCSC.

Oh, also I recall being in a movie theater, because I recall selecting the back row. I don’t remember what movie was going to be shown.

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