Sea-Sphinx
Dreamed 2021/9/26 by Wayan
I'm biking up a steep hill. Gasp and sweat. A car zooms just by me, then swerves onto the shoulder, nosing into the bank, to block my path. I hop the bike up onto the bank and go round--I want to get away, think the driver's not just reckless but actively hostile. Reach a line of concrete bollards blocking cars from the round flat summit, a hectare or so; if he chases me up here, he'll have to go on foot, and I'll have a huge speed-advantage.
On this summit plateau I meet the Ghost Mistress, who manages the large ghost population haunting the hill--she calms, nurtures, and mediates thier disputes. She's a slender, frizzy-haired, translucent spirit in spectral overalls. Kind of cute.
But I face an assault--a wave of local ghosts. Push at my aura, want to take me over, make me their sock puppet. Wait--am I really the target, or am I just in the way, is it really aimed at her?
I weather that attack okay, feel a little triumph, mixed with a little fear--do they have more, in reserve? I'm pretty drained.
I limp over to a row of black iron posts with a chain between, a crude railing like on the Half Dome ascent, likely as old as the Civilian Conservation Corps in the 1930s. Beyond, the bluff plunges straight into the sea. I stagger south, hanging on the chain-rail. See homes ahead; nearly back in civilization. And just past the park boundary I see a girl I know and like. But then...
A huge wave, at least 30 meters high, splashes up past the railing, soaks me, swamps the summit. A luminous blue splash. Magic-charged water!
In it, two hostile sea-beings: a little girl, and a winged lioness--a sea-sphinx? Both glow turquoise.
I'm shocked to find that, though they're acting like enemies, I'm powerfully attracted to the sphinx--way beyond the mild interest I've felt for anyone else lately. Maybe in years!
Then I realize this is a dream--an incubated dream! Just before sleep I pondered my recent series of sexy, surreal dreams of blue and the sea--Lamia, Witchmare Seduces Twilight and Statues on Ice. Doing that provoked a more explicit dream in the set. One saying I'm not just shy--my orientation's not human.
"Better practice swimming" I think, and wake.
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