inguma is the god of dreams and was regarded as a malevolent force who entered houses at night and plagued the residents with nightmares. he also kills people while sleeping.
El Inguma, que más que un asustaniños era un miedo común y extendido, pertenece a la abundante familia de los diablillos y seres nocturnos que se cuelan en los dormitorios para provocar pesadillas a sus ocupantes. Su origen es antiguo, pues representan la encarnación de la pesadilla misma. Ya desde tiempos remotos se hablaba de los íncubos y súcubos, demonios que perturbaban nuestro descanso con su actitud lasciva, provocando a los humanos sensación de ahogo, angustia y el consecuente mal sueño. También era habitual achacar estos síntomas a la presencia de brujas en los alrededores, que se colaban en las casas con la ayuda del diablo o transformadas en animales. En definitiva, las pesadillas se veían como una lucha física entre hombres y demonios.
Las representaciones y nombres de este hecho son diversos: en latín tenemos el ya mencionado incubus; en los países anglosajones el término nightmare, cuyo origen es poco claro pero parece hacer referencia algún tipo de caballo nocturno y demoniaco. La palabra española pesadilla alude a la opresión en el pecho característica del mal descanso, y el alemán Alp es muy curioso pues de él parece provenir la denominación moderna de elfo que todos conocemos, aunque en su origen hacía referencia a los espíritus nocturnos y perversos. En relación a estas palabras poseemos la célebre representación, mayoritariamente europea, de las pesadillas en forma de criaturas pequeñas y malvadas que se sentaban sobre el pecho del paciente o le oprimían la garganta. En esta descripción encaja a la perfección el Inguma, que hace de las suyas en los caseríos del País Vasco y Navarra, zonas de España donde la creencia en las fechorías de estos seres se encontraba bastante arraigada. Aunque, según parece, al Inguma era posible repelerlo si se pronunciaba la siguiente oración:
¡Inguma, no te temo!
A Dios y a la Madre María
tomo por protectores.
En el cielo las estrellas,
en la tierra las yerbas,
en la costa arenas.
Hasta no haberlas contado todas
no te presentes.
Esta forma de defensa, retar a la entidad maligna a realizar una cuenta interminable, es bastante común cuando hablamos de demonios y seres oscuros. Se ve que va contra la naturaleza de estas criaturas rechazar desafíos de este tipo y están obligadas a contar lo que se les diga, ya sean las estrellas del cielo o los granos de arena de una playa, hasta que se aburren y se marchan enfurruñadas. Para evitar la visita del Inguma también podía invocarse al Gauragui, una entidad benigna y luminosa que actuaría como su némesis.
Podríamos incluir al Inguma dentro de la categoría de “duendes dañinos de dormitorio” (DDD), acuñada por Jesús Callejo y Carlos Canales en su magnífico estudio sobre duendes. Estos entes son una especie de versión malvada de los benévolos duendecillos domésticos, y se alimentan de la energía del ser humano robándosela mientras duerme. Esto da lugar a los ya mencionados sueños horribles, sensaciones angustiosas y posibles enfermedades físicas. Desde luego, semejante tipología de seres daría para su propia recopilación, pues solo en España ya son numerosísimos.
En Cataluña, por ejemplo, se hablaba de la Pesanta, un terrorífico perro con patas de hierro capaz de colarse por las cerraduras de las puertas para colocarse sobre el pecho del durmiente. En Asturias hallamos al Pesadiellu o Pisadiellu, criatura de forma inconcreta aunque a veces descrita como una enorme mano peluda, muy similar a la también nocturna y asfixiante Manona, presente en Asturias, Extremadura y Castilla. Si retrocedemos a los siglos XVI y XVII encontramos que se utilizaban los términos “manpesada” y “manpesadilla” para referenciar estas extremidades de carácter maligno que presionaban los pechos de los durmientes provocándoles malos sueños. A veces a estos seres se les relacionaba también con las enfermedades respiratorias, como ocurre con el Aideko vasco, un espíritu etéreo al que se le achacaban los males físicos y las pesadillas. Aunque, de todas estas criaturas, la más similar al Inguma sería el Tardo gallego, un duendecillo diabólico que porta espadas del tamaño de alfileres y que a puede llegar a recibir el revelador nombre de Pesadelo cuando turba el sueño de los humanos.
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In Basque mythology, Inguma is The Lord of Dreams. Inguma is known for sneaking into houses during the night to send nightmares and molest the houses inhabitants.
The word “nightmare” is being used to describe bad dreams while sleeping.
Asher Levine suit for Inguma - the Basque god of dreams. He was regarded as a malevolent force who entered houses at night and plagued the residents with nightmares. He also kills people while sleeping.
Gabriel: *sits up and leans his head on Sam's shoulder to look over what he's reading* 8:58 PM
Castiel: *walks downstairs with painting in hand* 8:58 PM
Castiel: Hey Sam. Gabriel. 8:58 PM
Sam: Gabriel, you're breathing down my neck. 8:58 PM
Sam: Hello Castiel. 8:58 PM
Castiel: *turns painting around, showing a very naked Dean* Do you think this is an accurate deception of my husband? 8:58 PM
Sam: Woah! 8:59 PM
Gabriel: *leans up and covers his face* Oh god. 8:59 PM
Sam: *Covers eyes* 8:59 PM
Sam: Cas! What the hell?! 8:59 PM
Castiel: *tilts head* Is this a good thing? 8:59 PM
Crowley: *not even looking* 8:59 PM
Sam: Cas, PLEASE put that away 8:59 PM
Gabriel: *shivers* 9:00 PM
Sam: *looks down at book again* 9:00 PM
Gabriel: Oh god, I wish I can forget stuff. 9:01 PM
Crowley: *puts feet on the coffee table and pouts like a little kid while looking downward* 9:01 PM
Crowley: I wish I could time travel. 9:02 PM
Sam: Me too Crowley. Me too. 9:02 PM
Gabriel: *chuckles* Uhh... I'm not gonna say anything. 9:04 PM
Crowley: I'm going to attempt to enjoy a night without Bobby. Have fun lovebirds. *walks up stairs and plops in bed* 9:04 PM
Sam: *slams book shut* DAMMIT! 9:04 PM
Gabriel: *places his hand on Sam's shoulder* Nothing on him? 9:06 PM
Sam: *rubs face with both hands* No. Nothing. FUCK! 9:06 PM
Crowley: *sighs while reading a magazine about Doctor Who* *suddenly a white flash appears in the entire room* 9:07 PM
Crowley: God dammit-- *looks up* Do I know you from somewhere? *a double of himself stands before him with a panicked look written across his face* 9:08 PM
Gabriel: Usually, this is the time when I supposed to say something to comfort you, but I have no information on him. Sorry, Sam. *frowns* 9:09 PM
Sam: Thanks Gabriel. Really. That is just...great. 9:10 PM
Sam: *completely sarcastic* 9:10 PM
Gabriel: *sighs and leans to the other side of the couch* 9:11 PM
Gabriel: How did the whole thing happen? You know, the deal? 9:11 PM
Sam: I went to the same park Jerry goes to when he sleeps. They I called the Inguma and made a deal. 9:12 PM
Crowley: "No time to be a smartass, Crowley." *walks over to the bed and hands Crowley a folded up piece of paper* A paper crane? "Unfold it in a week." *walks away then turns back* "Also, stop trying to be the hero, it only gets you killed." Will do, myself. *another flash happens and the double is gone* 9:13 PM
Gabriel: What did he say, though? 9:13 PM
Sam: He didn't say anything really 9:14 PM
Sam: Just...agreed. 9:14 PM
Sam: What Gabriel? 9:17 PM
Gabriel: *leans up and places his index finger on his chin* 9:18 PM
Crowley: *awestruck Crowley makes his way back downstairs and sits down on the couch* 9:18 PM
Sam: Gabriel. Spit it out. 9:18 PM
Crowley: *slaps self with the small paper crane and ties it to the little string around his finger* 9:19 PM
Gabriel: Umm... I think he wants something from you, Sam. It's not just pointless torture. This was part of his plan. Jerry was just bait. I mean, think about it, Sammy. It makes sense. 9:19 PM
Sam: What the hell can I give him!? 9:20 PM
Crowley: *quietly lurks on the couch and listens in* 9:20 PM
Gabriel: Memories. I mean, he is the God the Dreams after all. 9:21 PM
Sam: Why the hell would anyone want my memories?! 9:21 PM
Sam: They're not exactly plesant. 9:21 PM
Sam: *pleasant 9:21 PM
Gabriel: Memories are still memories. I think he needs to feed on them to stay alive. And the more unpleasant, the better. 9:23 PM
Sam: Well then. I'm a fucking buffet now aren't I. 9:24 PM
Sam: *looks up* 9:24 PM
Sam: Wait. 9:24 PM
Gabriel: What? 9:24 PM
Sam: If that's true I can starve him. Maybe that's how I can kill him. 9:24 PM
Sam: Think about it. I can starve him. 9:32 PM
Gabriel: *claps his hands together* It would explain why we were able to wake you up so easily. 9:33 PM
Sam: I'm sorry, easily? 9:34 PM
Gabriel: Well, my idea could have gone a completely different route, to tell you the truth. It could have warped into another nightmare of yours. But did you notice how it didn't? 9:36 PM
Sam: No it just shattered and had us fall into the same pit that put me in lucifer's cage. 9:36 PM
Gabriel: He needs to use your memories on you before he can harvest them. 9:39 PM
Sam: *drinks rest of energy drink* 9:39 PM
Sam: I need more of these 9:40 PM
Gabriel: But he doesn't need to use the whole thing, just a part of it. Like as though he was "inspired" by it. 9:40 PM
Bobby: -walks in the living room after a hunt and crashes on the couch- 9:40 PM
Gabriel: Hey Bobby. Rough hunt? 9:41 PM
Sam: But seeing you die wasn't exactly a memory 9:41 PM
Crowley: Evening. 9:41 PM
Bobby: I've had worse. Anything excitin' happen while I was gone? 9:41 PM
Gabriel: It was a thought of yours though. *points at Sam* 9:42 PM
Bobby: Evenin' Crowley. -grins at him- 9:42 PM
Gabriel: Inguma isn't making any your nightmares. You are. 9:42 PM
Sam: *gets to his feet and sways rather violently to the side* 9:43 PM
Crowley: *leans onto Bobby while playing with the paper crane* 9:43 PM
Gabriel: *quickly stands up and grabs Sam to help him balance* 9:43 PM
Sam: *eyes roll back and he collapses against Gabriel* 9:44 PM
Gabriel: Oh god. *picks up Sam and places him in the couch* 9:45 PM
Sam: *Hes in the park. How the hell did he get to the freaking park?!* 9:46 PM
Bobby: What's that? -points to the crane- 9:47 PM
Crowley: *"Airport, 1 week, open it there." it says on the little tail* 9:47 PM
Crowley: I don't know. 9:48 PM
Sam: "Now that wasn't very smart Sam. No sleep? Really?" 9:48 PM
Gabriel: Oh god. This is not good. *snaps his fingers and starts to dreamwalk* 9:48 PM
Sam: "That archangel is rather pesky now isn't he?" *Inguma drives his cane into the pavement. Gabriel is kicked out of his dreamwalk* 9:49 PM
Gabriel: *appears back in the bedroom and grasps his chest* 9:50 PM
Gabriel: FUCK! *opens the door and walks back into the living room* 9:51 PM
Crowley: What!? What the hell happened!? *vaults over the couch to face Gabe* 9:52 PM
Gabriel: *grasps onto the couch and doubles over* 9:52 PM
Sam: What do you want? 9:53 PM
Crowley: Why am I walking in circles? 9:53 PM
Gabriel: *deeply breathes and clings to his chest* Inguma... He's in Sam's head right now. And I just got kicked out. 9:53 PM
Lucifer: I will, Brother. *hold onto him* I have you as my anchor now. 9:53 PM
Castiel: *looks at Gabriel* I'll go in. 9:53 PM
Sam: *Inguma looks bored. As always. "I want what everyone wants. Power. Lots and lots of power."* 9:54 PM
Crowley: Kicked out!? 9:54 PM
Gabriel: *shakes his head* 9:54 PM
Gabriel: Cas. You can't go in. He'll kick you out too. 9:54 PM
Castiel: *glares at Gabriel* Brother, it is the only thing we can do before Sam get's lost in there. 9:54 PM
Sam: *Where do I come into that? What the hell do you want from me?!* 9:55 PM
Gabriel: *looks up at Cas and notices his glare* I guess you can try. But I'm not going back in there. *hisses from the pain* 9:55 PM
Sam: *Inguma leans back regarding him. "I don't need much really. Just a little bit of your soul. Preferably part that has a bit of the Archangels Grace in it."* 9:56 PM
Castiel: *nods and closes his eyes and appears beside Sam in the dream* 9:56 PM
Castiel: Sam, quickly, fill me in what's happening. 9:56 PM
Castiel: I don't have much time. 9:56 PM
Bobby: -watches, concerned- 9:56 PM
Sam: *"Oh. I'm sorry. This is a private meeting." Taps cane on ground again, expelling Castiel* 9:57 PM
Gabriel: *grabs onto his chest even harder and sits down* 9:57 PM
Castiel: *collapses on floor unconscious* 9:57 PM
Crowley: Can he kick out humans? *leans on the wall before the stairs* 9:58 PM
Sam: *What in the hell did you mean about my soul?* *Inguma raises an eyebrow at him. "Please tell me the Angel told you about Grace Bonding."* 9:58 PM
Gabriel: *looks up at Crowley* I dunno. Do you have any of the African Dream Root with you? 9:59 PM
Crowley: I do. *takes out the little TARDIS blue coloured box* 10:00 PM
Sam: *Grace Bonding??* *"Grace Bonding Sammy boy. Powerful bit of magic that. When an angel bonds with another, part of their grace enters the other. With you, it patched up the burned, tarnished and frayed bits until you had a perfectly whole soul again."* 10:01 PM
Crowley: *after a while, takes out a little baggy of African Dream Root* You mean this? 10:01 PM
Gabriel: Nice. *smiles* Might as well give it a try then. 10:01 PM
Bobby: Be careful. 10:02 PM
Crowley: I promise. *runs over to Bobby and practically tackle hugs him* 10:02 PM
Gabriel: Good luck, Crow. You crazy son of a bitch. 10:03 PM
Sam: *"This means that you now have a bit of angel grace with you at all times. Mostly harmelss to you, but if someone knows how to use it properly...well it has all kinds of /interesting/ effects."* 10:03 PM
Bobby: -pats him on the back and gives him a quick kiss- What he said. 10:03 PM
Crowley: Boil some water for me, would you? 10:03 PM
Sam: *That's what you've been after? A bit of my soul!?* 10:04 PM
Bobby: -goes to do that- 10:04 PM
Crowley: *plucks a piece of hair from Sam* Never did I ever think that I would be drinking down moose hair. 10:05 PM
Gabriel: *faintly chuckles* 10:05 PM
Sam: *"Bingo, Sammy. Really, as a personal rule I don't hurt kids. But I did need you to invite me in, so I had to bend that rule"* 10:06 PM
Bobby: -kettle whistles, pours out some of the water into a cup then brings it to Crowley- 10:06 PM
Sam: *Well aren't you just a saint?* *Inguma smiles. "So. Here's the new deal. I get a piece of your soul and you get to sleep again, free of me."* 10:07 PM
Crowley: Thanks, darling. *grabs the cup and drops the African Dream Root into it and watches as it desolves* 10:07 PM
Bobby: No problem, just get in there and fix Sam. 10:08 PM
Sam: *Sam shakes his head. "Well that sounds great but here's my counter offer. You get the fuck out of my head and I don't kill you."* 10:09 PM
Crowley: *stirs it with some random chopstick that poped out of the little box* *finally drops the piece of hair in* I'll try my best. *Downs the drink and falls over onto the couch* 10:09 PM
Sam: *Inguma laughs. It's without any actual humor, but laugh he does. "Sam. You act like there is another outcome here. I am taking what I want, with our without your cooperation."* 10:10 PM
Crowley: Hello, moose! *waves like an idjit* 10:10 PM
Sam: *"Crowley?!"* 10:10 PM
Sam: *Inguma rolls his eyes. "Really now? What part of Private Meeting do you people miss?"* 10:11 PM
Crowley: The private part. 10:11 PM
Gabriel: *sighs and looks over at Sam, laying on the couch* I'm sorry I can't help you. *grasps his chest again* 10:12 PM
Sam: *"I think I'm going to have a bit of fun this time. How about...the day you became a demon? How does that sound?" He taps his cane hard against the pavement and Crowley is gone. Locked away in his own dream* 10:12 PM
Crowley: Shit. *finds self stuck in a small wooden shed* 10:13 PM
Crowley: That worked, according to plan. *sighs* 10:13 PM
Sam: *Inguma looks back at Sam. "Now...where were we?" He pretends to think for a moment, adjusting his cane. "Ah yes. Right about...here!" Inguma surges forward shoving the end of his cane against Sam's chest, driving him into the ground* 10:15 PM
Crowley: *There is no doorway. WOT!?* *Crowley kicks the wall in front of him with the most amount of momentum he can bestow* 10:15 PM
Sam: *The metal end is burning its way in. Deep in his chest he can feel it. He screams, both in his dream and on the couch in the house* 10:16 PM
Gabriel: *Quickly jumps up despite the pain and reaches over to Sam* 10:17 PM
Sam: *"It was pointless to resist Sammy. Really now, I always get what I want in the end. One way or another." He shoves the cane in harder and Sam can't breathe.* 10:17 PM
Crowley: *shakes foot with pain and sits down on the floor of the shed, it feels like hay* Mcguyver my way out. 10:17 PM
Crowley: *takes out the little box and searches for some sort of sharp object* 10:18 PM
Sam: *Inguma pulls the cane out abruptly, Sam arcs up with it. Inguma frowns. "What the..."* 10:18 PM
Gabriel: SAM! *grabs his hand and grips it tight* 10:19 PM
Sam: *It comes out of nowhere, a surging white light that drowns out everything else. It pours out of his eyes, mouth and through his skin.* 10:19 PM
Sam: *Inguma looks stunned, just for a second, before he is fried by the light.* 10:20 PM
Sam: *The light receeds, leaving Sam panting into the grass. His chest burns, as does his eyes and mouth...but he is alone.* 10:22 PM
Crowley: *pulling out a katana Crowley stabs the box and light pours in through the tiny hole* Wow, I don't even look that far! 10:22 PM
Sam: *The light has farther reaching effects than he thought. With the burning of Inguma, Crowley is kicked out of his dream pocket and slammed into the earth next to Sam* 10:23 PM
Crowley: Ow. *muffled into the ground* 10:24 PM
Sam: Crowley? 10:24 PM
Sam: *his voice sounds hoarse, like hes been yelling.*
Crowley: Ow, again. *lifts up face from the ground* 10:25 PM
Sam: You alright there? 10:25 PM
Crowley: Fine. I just have some dirt in my eye. *rubs tears away from eyes* 10:26 PM
Sam: *He is having a hard time catching his breath but he laughs as much as he can anyway* 10:26 PM
Sam: Yeah. Right. 10:26 PM
Sam: How the hell are you here by the way?
Crowley: Dream root. 10:27 PM
Sam: God I hate that stuff. 10:27 PM
Crowley: Disgusting little buggers. *places the sword back into the box and closes the box* 10:28 PM
Crowley: Can we leave now? 10:28 PM
Sam: Yeah. 10:28 PM
Sam: ...How? 10:28 PM
Crowley: A kick? Like in Inception? 10:28 PM
Sam: How do we do that? 10:29 PM
Sam: *Gingerly gets up. Damn his chest hurts* 10:29 PM
Crowley: Umm... *takes out phone and texts Gabe* TEXT TO GABE: Pour cold water on Sam. 10:30 PM
Gabriel: *reaches into his pocket and reads the screen* 10:30 PM
Gabriel: *gets up and walks over to the kitchen to fill up a cup with water* 10:31 PM
Crowley: Let's hope it reaches him. 10:31 PM
Gabriel: *turns off the sink then walks over to Sam* 10:31 PM
Sam: What? 10:31 PM
Crowley: Nothing. 10:32 PM
Gabriel: Here goes nothing. *splashes the water over Sam's face, then places the cup on the coffee table* 10:32 PM
Gabriel: *backs up and sits back on the other couch* 10:32 PM
Sam: *He surges up off of the couch, coughing and sputtering* 10:32 PM
Crowley: *deeply breathes in* 10:32 PM
Sam: The FUCK? *Shit. His throat still hurts like a bitch* 10:33 PM
Sam: Crowley you ASS! 10:33 PM
Crowley: *smiles* 10:33 PM
Gabriel: *chuckles faintly* 10:34 PM
Crowley: You're welcome, sweetheart. 10:34 PM
Bobby: -relieved sigh that they're alright- 10:34 PM
Sam: *Pain in chest flares. He grunts and leans forward, bracing hands against the coffee table* 10:35 PM
Gabriel: *finally let's go of his chest and winces towards Sam* 10:35 PM
Crowley: Bobby. *jumps up and hugs Bobby* 10:35 PM
Sam: Gabe? 10:36 PM
Bobby: -hugs him back-Thanks for bringin' Sam back. 10:36 PM
Gabriel: Yeah? *grunts* 10:36 PM
Sam: The Inguma is gone. I have no clue what happened though. 10:36 PM
Crowley:I did try. 10:37 PM
Gabriel: What do you mean, he's gone? Just like disappeared and went poof? 10:37 PM
Bobby: You sure he didn't just burrow in deeper? 10:37 PM
Sam: *Shakes head* No. Its like he...burned. 10:37 PM
Gabriel: Burned? *tilted his head as he tried to remember what happened* 10:38 PM
Sam: Something happened. He tried to take a bit of my soul but... 10:38 PM
Gabriel: Was it when you were screaming? 10:38 PM
Sam: Yes. 10:39 PM
Bobby: Like salt and burned he's gone now burned? 10:39 PM
Sam: I felt it. He was rooting around and...it was like someone sticking their hands into your ribs and trying to pull everything out. 10:39 PM
Gabriel:*eyes grow* That was when I grabbed your hand. Maybe, my grace got in contact with the small bit that is inside your soul. 10:40 PM
Sam: Yeah. You might want to explain that one to me. 10:40 PM
Crowley: I could really go for a cuppa tea. 10:41 PM
Gabriel: What? Grace Bonding? 10:41 PM
Sam: When the hell did you shove a bit of your grace into my soul? 10:41 PM
Bobby: With or without dream root? 10:41 PM
Crowley: *jumps up and heads to the kitchen* 10:41 PM
Crowley: Without. 10:41 PM
Gabriel:When we married each other. 10:42 PM
Gabriel: Dean has a bit of Cas's grace in his as well. 10:42 PM
Sam: Huh. You think I might've remembered that part of the ceremony. 10:42 PM
Sam: So...what happened then? It didn't want to leave so it just...went nuclear?? 10:46 PM
Gabriel: It's basically a defense mechanism. 10:46 PM
Sam: Damn painful one too.
Gabriel: Yeah. I know. *winces again* 10:48 PM
Gabriel: When Inguma kicked me out, I just had this really mean pain in my chest. Poor Cas. Still unconscious over there. 10:49 PM
Sam:Oh Shit! 10:50 PM
Sam: Will he be okay? 10:51 PM
Gabriel: Since Inguma burned, I think he'll be fine. 10:51 PM
Sam:*stares at Gabe with a rather intense intense look* 10:52 PM
Gabriel: What? I swear, he'll be fine. 10:52 PM
Sam: *moves close, resting his forehead against Gabes* 10:54 PM
Gabriel: *takes a deep breath in and looks into Sam's eyes* 10:55 PM
Sam: *brushes his fingers gently over Gabe's cheek* Are you okay? 10:56 PM
Gabriel: *places his hand on top of Sam's then gives him a small smirk* I'm fine. This pain will take a couple days to get rid of, but besides that... I'm fine. 10:58 PM
Sam: *presses his lips against Gabe's gently. He actually hasn't been this gentle since the whole Inguma mess started* 10:59 PM
Gabriel: *makes his lips curve into a smile under the kiss and shuts his eyes* 11:01 PM
Sam: *pulls back, giving Gabe one last peck before leaning away fully* 11:02 PM
