Bad dreams.

[pyrephox]

I dreamed that I got a house. It was a rather nice house, large and Victorian, up on a hill, standing in solitary majesty. There was a tree...oak, I think. But from the time I moved in, bad things started happening. I felt watched, things rattled when I wasn't in the room, and I had terrible dreams that started creeping over as daydreams.

Escaping from the house in the evening, I saw a young woman walking by herself, and for some reason, accompanied her home, where she offered me space on the floor so that I wouldn't have to walk back home in the dark. I agreed, and bedded down in the livingroom. Her father was there, and another guy. He was a boarder of some sort for the family, his name was The Man Who Deals the Cards, or as the woman called him, Davey. He was tall, dark-haired, and very attractive, and showed interest in me, but I felt the same sort of unease around him that I did the house. He was persistent, though, and the closer he got, the more pronounced my fugue states became, until I realized what was going on.

Long ago, there were unicorns. We remember them as tall, shining, equine beasts with pure white coats and silver horns. Actually, they were more like Great Old Ones with twisted, wicked horns, no skin, and ravenous appetites for everything that lived. In a great battle, they were driven from the world of man, locked away in the strange, liquid darkness, where they squabble and consume one another and dream dreams of rage. Except one. In the fighting, his horn was broken off, and he fled into the mortal world, taking human form and walking immortal among men. He was, of course, The Man Who Deals the Cards. And my new house was conveniently built on top of the gate that seals the unicorns from our world. And what was required to open the gate was a virgin sacrifice.

This is about the time my screensaver woke me up by screaming. It was rather a relief.

Comments

[the-fool76.livejournal.com]

O_o You have a very odd brain, even your dreams have a plotline.

The description of the unicorns reminds me of the Elves from Diskworld.

[pyrephox.livejournal.com]

Sometimes they do. A lot of times, they don't, but those aren't near as fun to write about. :)

Similar. Although I think the inspiration was more Lovecraftian.