This nightmare occurred shortly after my previous post, but I’ve decided to write it out to get it out of my system.
I was in my car, on a road that was technically the one to my house except it was longer - mine is a dirt road that twists and loops up to a hill to where my house is, and is surrounded by acres of woods since I live out in the country. Though this road was tree-lined and dirt, it was also very straight - couldn’t see an end either way you looked.
But that’s not important. Mark was in the car with me, but he was also driving. Why was he driving my car, why were we (apparently) in the same state, and why was he acting like we were friends on a road trip - I mean, yes he’s sweet to his fans, but he was acting like he knew me as an actual friend. And he was also rambling about going back up the road to escape “the fire” (the forest was supposedly aflame around us, or a forest fire was coming, not sure which because looking around at the time, there was nothing).
Now, besides the weirdness of this mess so far, there was a problem: I didn’t want to go back, but forward - further up the road because I somehow knew my cats were trapped in my house up there.
Mark is joking around and calling me silly, that we really need to leave before the fire reaches us/ closes off the road, and this our escape. This concerned me, as I found it weird, and not just his behavior.
There was no way I was leaving my cats - even if it did mean I got trapped; as stupid as many would say it is to die with then rather than saving myself, I say it’s worse to leave another creature in a situation where you know they have no way of escaping and will die slowly and suffer.
Mark stayed chipper and joking the whole argument- my cats are easily caught and I can get them into crates in minutes. Add to that the fact the fire isn’t even visible yet (not even smoke or heat), and we obviously have time. But this argument had no effect - he still insisted on going.
Now, do keep in mind he is in the drivers seat. The keys are in the ignition, though the cars not on. I start to wonder why he’s so insistent on going when he could just start the car and have us leave regardless of what I say or want. But he doesn’t, so I pause a minute and start thinking.
Now, he’s chattering on about something else (irrelevant, I might add, even my dream self wasn’t paying attention). But looking around, I notice there is fire, but it’s starting in tufts on random spots in the tops of trees - “popcorning” into existence, and behaving like animal hair in the wind.
Now added to the flags of concern that is Mark being in my car, being in the driver’s seat, and treating me like a close friend, this prompts me to ask Mark some questions.
I’m trying to go rescue some of my family, so I ask, “Mark, where’s Thomas?”
Laughter cuts out. He looks confused. “Who’s Thomas?”
Now, this straight up worries me, but there is the concept that there’s other Thomas’s in the world, so I say, “Your brother.”
But he still stares, no recognition or even interest in my words. “I don’t have a brother.” He finally replies, and resumes his previous chatter.
There was no damn way Mark would forget his beloved brother, who he is very obviously close to. This was not Mark, I knew now, and that also meant that whatever was wearing this skin needed to get out.
It was then I realized the driver’s door was open (I don’t remember if it was open the entire time or not, but I was also not really paying attention to it). So I moved and shoved this “Mark” out with my foot, and shut the door right behind him. In the driver’s seat, I locked the doors of the car (habit for when I drive alone), clicked on my seatbelt, and started the car. But “Mark “ wasn’t outside the door, or anywhere around the car. Again, weird, but I had my new goal - that wasn’t Mark anyway - and though the strange fire hadn’t moved or done anything different, I was about to start hauling ass for my cats.
Looking in my mirrors to check my surroundings (again, habit before I move my car), I see “Mark” is here, behind the car. Just standing, face neutral, eyes flat, but I’d tossed the idea he was what he looked like; I just looked back to what I was doing, to my gears, and switched to drive.
Looking back up, he was gone. And I never saw him again as I started driving up the road before waking up minutes later.
I feel that with this dream, I understand them a little better, but only in the concept that the people I recognize in them aren’t really who they look and sound like. In the dream with Seán, I remember mentioning Malcolm’s book, but Seán failed to recognize his brother’s name as well. But the dream continued and I stayed with it, and looked back at Seán when I realized he wasn’t who he seemed. It was only after that he died. I think Mark didn’t die or anything because I had determined that whatever was wearing his skin wasn’t worth acknowledging, and when I did look back at him, it was only because he was in a mirror, and I again ignored him.
As I’ve repeated in my other posts, this is solely for my benefit in the form of a virtual diary that can be seen by all but also recognized by few. I’m sure many of you know what I mean. I mean no offense to Mark or anyone with it - feel Greek to read and scroll on :3
