I wrote this dream a while ago, but I forgot about it because I wanted to do illustrations for it. I never had the time. I came across it today, so sure, why not:
It's when I learned Dream Demon's name.
I was sitting in a room, I think it was a school like setting, not sure tho.
There was someone else with me as well. A little desk between us as we spoke, drawings littered across it. He is standing, while I am sat. The conversation halts, and I watch as he approaches me: he looks like one ex, then another. Then my crush, then another. The face keeps changing, yet I think he looks the same.
Not quite one face, more like many.
He is smirking as he drags over a chair and sits right across from me, close enough for our knees to be touching. I hear him laugh "You still have drawings of me?" He looks like a certain ex of mine at this point. I scoff and look at the drawings: at this point, the drawings have spread, not only on the desk but also strewn across the wall behind me.
The drawing he is talking about is above me on the wall; it is a drawing of a man familiar to me. The name Viktor is written across it.
"I don't throw drawings away." I say and turn back to him "I may need them."
He is smug and smirking. While I was looking at the drawing, he placed his hands on my knees "Is that so?" He asks me, but it does not sound like a question.
His hands are moving, going from my knees up to my thighs. I make no movement to acknowledge this, only looking at his eyes. Familiar, yet not. Changing, yet the same
"...that isn't your face." I say. He stops moving his hands, and I continue "Viktor."
His face changes again and again, like mist, not quite there. One ex, another ex, last crush, current crush, it is morphing fast and not holding on to one single face long. After many faces changed, it stabilises into the one of the Dream Demon.
I can't pin his expression. But I feel he is not happy, but not angry. Annoyed? Perhaps. His lips are twitching.
I think he is moving his hands again, but I wake up.
