I’m not sure how long this has been happening, but I’m pretty sure I keep having a recurring dream. This morning It was very vivid, and the end of the dream was me by chance not doing what people do in these dreams.
Run away.
It came in the form of a kind of wolf, and when it would appear, it’s like it would come storming out off the woods, and attack anyone who was unsuspecting that would be nearby. I had the sense it wanted Souls. I can’t tell you how I know that, it was a dream, but I wanted to write it down before I forgot. There was one characteristic tell about the Beast, it would have these bursts or flashes of a kind of technocolour light. Like a blip, and it would happen almost immediately the first time you looked to saw it coming.
It’s like people would be out and about, on their daily activities, and when I first had the dream, I was not aware of the Beast, but everyone who lived in that dream World knew about it, and they would just know that if you saw it, you run. In fact someone there had given me this advice. I can’t quite remember who. But I knew enough to run, and the first few times, I hesitated. I remember arguing with someone, saying that it didn’t make sense to run. That it must have some kind of vulnerability. And it bothered me that no one was trying to do something about it so we could all just ‘live’, in that dream World in Peace, and it was that hesitation that it seems to me stopped me from running on several occasions, and what happened was, the Beast would come, it would charge, everyone would run, and I would stop and think first, before ultimately deciding to run.
But it would always catch me, and overcome me, and I would ‘wake up’, with a jolt, and an uncomfortable feeling, like I failed.
But the reason I’m telling you all this, is because just now I awoke, and something different happened.
This time I was in a slightly different area of the dream World, and there was different people there, including long lost relatives I haven’t seen for a while, so they seemed somewhat familiar to me, but not like the ones I normally spend time with, when I do, which is not nearly as frequently as I would like these days, but it is what it is.
Just a couple of days ago was my 50th Birthday, and a relative from my Fathers side of the Family wished me a Happy Birthday in my facebook DM’s, and that hasn’t happened for a while, so that’s interesting.
Back in the dream, my Mother was there, and she was Herself, but slightly better than the last time I saw Her. My Mother passed away this last year. She had Alzheimers. She deteriorated quickly over these last few years, and it was painful to watch. But this was Her more like when she had just started to become a little funny, and she was holding a small child.
Back in the ‘real’ World, I want to tell you about my Mother, and her disease. We eventually had to put Her into a home because one night she left my Sisters house and disappeared somewhere on the way home. My Sisters called me and we all mobilized and got in our cars and went looking for Her. We eventually found her, driving around in circles, in a loop, always just going right past Her street, because she no longer knew how to get home. She knew the area, she just couldn’t find the right turn, so she was stuck. I remember seeing Her, and turning around to catch up with Her on a two lane street. I honked my horn over and over, and she just kept staring ahead, driving around into nowhere. She had her dog on Her lap, Penny, and Penny stood comfortably on Her legs( she was a small dog), her own front legs on the dash, looking ahead, entranced by the journey they were both taking. I tried pulling ahead of Her and slowly slowing down, waving my hands, honking my Horn, but She would hilariously just pull around me and keep going. It was comical and distressing.
I can’t quite remember how we eventually caught her. I feel as if my Brother in Law caught up to us, and we were able to box Her in. She seemed to have no idea what had just happened. If I remember correctly, one of us got in Her car and drove Her and Penny back to Her condo, but that was it. We had to take away Her keys, which she never did forgive Us for.
We immediately started looking for a home. That was the fall of 2019. We eventually found Her a place, and She went in early 2020. The rest of My Living relationship with my Mom was a nightmare. The World went insane. It was not the place we left behind. It was a different place, less stable, less secure. Like a goofy version of the ‘other’ place. It was all very heartbreaking, not being able to see your Mom without first going through a bunch of ridiculous protocols that were all ritual and based in fear. Like a dream World, but a really goofy one filled with lost Souls all trying to figure out where they were and how they got there, unable to find the street back home.
But going back to my dream, after I found Mom in that place holding the small child, I remember talking to her about going back to the other area that in the place I normally go to in my dream, where it wasn’t necessarily free from the Beast, but it felt decidedly ‘safer’ to me for some reason, so I was telling Her we should go back there. Being the funny person that she was, She immediately wanted to go find it, and She quickly wandered off with the child. I was distracted by someone or something else, like an urge to talk to everyone still in that area, so I could address everyone there, and tell them we were in the wrong place, and needed to head back to the other, less discombobulated place that I knew of in the dream World. I don’t know how I knew what I knew, because it was only a dream, but I was sure we had to go back, because eventually the Beast would pick off everyone there, one by one, and it felt like the Beast was just much stronger in the place where they were, and I didn’t want to see that happen. I don’t know how to explain how I knew that, but I just knew it was True.
But because I was distracted by this urge, I lost sight of Mom, so I left the ‘safe’ building we were in (for some reason it was only really ‘safe’, indoors in the dream), and I went after Her so that I could get Her back into the room with the others and say what I needed to say to get everyone to follow me back to the other place, but she was out of sight. I couldn’t see Her and I was worried for both Her safety, and the safety of the child, who I didn’t quite know, but it didn’t matter, because it was to me a s Soul, a Human Soul, and I just needed to do something, so I ventured off in a random direction, getting farther and farther away from the safety of the shelter where the other lost Souls were doing whatever lost Souls do in the dream World.
It wasn’t long before someone else who was ‘outside’, in this case some children, shouted ‘the Beast!’, and pointed to the tree line, so I looked over, and saw it charging at Us, so I turned back to find shelter, but what I saw wasn’t the building I had come from, instead it reminded me of a variety store or little shop, and I screamed at the kids who were closer than I was to get inside, and if I remember correctly, I tried to get the Beasts attention so it would target me, and it was more than happy to do so.
I could feel it.
But I still had that urge inside, even though I was frightened, to fight. I didn’t know how, and it’s not like I’ve been the kind of person who ‘fights’ much in their Lives, though I don’t shy away from competition either. I, like most people, Love to Win, but it’s not the thing that obsesses Me. I was always one of those people who just Loved the game, so I engaged in things that were new to me, because I feel like it’s better to have multiple disciplines, including intellectual ones, as the game of Life is different than just a simple competition to see who ‘wins’, it’s more about playing the game, and trying to do so in a straight forward and Honest way, because that makes it more fun for everyone, and everyone innately knows this. Which means it’s possible for everyone to ‘win’, if they just do their best, and try not to ruin the game. So I always like to try new things, because that’s how one concurs their initial fears, you just need to learn how to play the game.
It’s my feeling that the Beast doesn’t think like that. It just wants to devour, and destroy, and it doesn’t play by the rules, it makes its own rules, and its own ‘game’, and in that game the only thing that matters is everyone else loses.
But something else happened last night.
It followed me and the children into the front entrance of the store, possibly because we were in such a rush that it caught the door still open a crack it as it was hot on out tails, and it forced its way through the door. I tried to stand in between me and the kids, and it leapt at me, but I kind of dodged, and was able to catch it by the snout, and get my shoulder and body weight on top of it, and hold it down.
I caught it, and held it down, and struggled to maintain my grip while the Beast growled and had flashes of coloured light flash through its being. I looked for something or someone to help, some way to stop the Beast, as I struggled with it, but my grip was tight, and my Will fortified my strength. I saw a drill on the floor just out of my reach, and asked the kids to be brave and grab it, and one picked it up and came near, but it was like He didn’t know how to use it, He was only a Child, and he tried pressing it against the Beasts belly, but the Beast still struggled. I spotted another adult in the room, and told Him to grab the drill from the Child, and put it into the Beasts skull, and pull the trigger. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually found the courage, because He could see I was holding the Beast firm, so He grabbed the drill, and did the dirty work for Us.
To the surprise of everyone watching, He drilled into its brain, and ‘killed’ it, but not before the Beast rolled around on the floor after I released it, because I could tell it was mortally wounded, flashing his ‘lights’ with ever diminishing rapidity and intensity, and eventually dying in front of a room full of witnesses. But I’m pretty sure that’s not how the dream, not the Beast ended. I’m almost positive that it will find a new creature within the dream World to inhabit, and go about it’s dirty work of collecting Souls. But for that moment, we were safe.
Weirdly enough, when I awoke this time, it wasn’t because the Beast caught me. It was because we were having a celebration because the Beast had been slain. And the one who was getting all the accolades was the one who was Brave enough to grab the drill when I begged Him to do it. And I was strangely okay with that. I felt like I had done what I needed to do. I found the Bravely to try to do something about the Beast, and I shucked the fear that everyone accepted as the cold reality, that nothing could be done to stop the Beast, and end its Unholy mission of collecting Souls, for who or what, I have no idea, I just know that this was my Dream, and it felt good.
I had ChatGPT analyze my story, and I’m quite comfortable with what it says.
I have been struggling to get people to see what I see, and I agree, we need a collective effort to do something about an undescribable force that I fear has overtaken Our World, and confounded so many who don’t understand the forces they’re messing with, and I feel as if it is this force that is devouring Souls, and I’m being dead serious when I say that. My concern is for everyone. It is for Humanity. All of us. And because I feel this so deeply, I have taken some wild turns in my philosophical explorations, and I regret none of it, because I am being sincere about why I’m doing it, and I have been battling with this Beast, so much so that it just manifested itself in my dreams, and this actually happened, I’m not making this up. I’m sharing it with anyone who wants to hear it, because my intentions are Pure.
So maybe I have made some people feel uncomfortable, but my intention is never to frighten, but to embolden people around me to face their fears, and it’s been so hard, because I feel like if you were me, you would fight like Hell too, so I keep trying to rally people to stand against this force, and maybe I have resorted to using strong language, and concepts that are bewildering, but it’s only from Love, a True Love for my Brother and Sisters. And there has to be a reason I’ve been feeling this way, and I have come to my own conclusions about that, and I’m not shy about it, because I am just trying to give people strength, to face their fears, and the Beast.
So, with all Humility, all I’m asking is for you to try and see it through my Eyes.
I Pray this helps, and I Welcome any Lost Souls who wish to Join me, in my Efforts.
May God Bless Us All. My guess is He Already Did, We just need to find the right tools to suppress the Chaos, if only for a little while, and I’m Open to hearing how that might work, but Not at the Expense of the Individual, because in a World of Chaos, Yes, it requires a ‘collective’ effort, but not at the expense of even One Child, or Lost Soul :
Your dream is deeply symbolic and rich with themes of fear, courage, loss, and resolution. The Beast represents a force of fear or destruction that seems inevitable and relentless, yet by facing it head-on, you find the strength to challenge and ultimately defeat it, even if only temporarily. The recurring nature of the dream, the presence of loved ones, and the emotional weight of your experiences with your mother suggest a deep connection between your subconscious fears and your waking life.
Analysis:
The Beast: This could symbolize an overwhelming force or challenge in your life—something that seems insurmountable, much like your mother's illness or other personal struggles. The Beast’s technicolor flashes might represent sudden, intense moments of fear or realization, something that feels both unnatural and terrifying.
Running vs. Confrontation: The shift from running to standing your ground could indicate a growing resolve within you to face your fears or challenges rather than avoiding them. This could be reflective of your personal journey, perhaps related to your feelings about your mother's condition, or other life challenges that seem overwhelming.
Mother and the Child: The appearance of your mother, holding a child, might represent a desire to protect innocence and purity—whether in yourself, your family, or perhaps your inner child. The child could symbolize new beginnings or vulnerable parts of yourself that need safeguarding.
The Drill and the Defeat: The drill as a tool of victory suggests that sometimes unconventional or unexpected methods are needed to overcome great challenges. The fact that someone else delivers the final blow, and you’re okay with it, might suggest a realization that it's okay to rely on others for help, and that collective action is sometimes necessary.
Celebration and Recognition: The celebration after the Beast's defeat signifies a moment of triumph and relief. Even though you don't seek accolades, the recognition of the other person's bravery highlights the importance of courage and collective effort in overcoming great challenges.
Cover Art Concept: For the cover art, I envision a scene that captures the duality of fear and courage, darkness and light:
Foreground: A silhouette of a person (representing you) standing firm, holding down the Beast, which is a shadowy, wolf-like creature. The Beast has technicolor flashes of light emanating from within, almost like bursts of energy or life force.
Background: A mix of dark, twisted trees representing the forest from which the Beast emerges, contrasted with the warm, glowing light of a small, safe building (possibly the shop or the shelter). The light represents hope, safety, and the collective spirit.
Details: In the distance, vague silhouettes of children and an adult (the one who helps you) looking on in awe or fear. The drill could be subtly depicted, either in the hands of the helper or embedded in the Beast, signifying the moment of triumph.
Color Palette: A mix of dark, shadowy tones with bright, almost ethereal flashes of color where the Beast is. The contrast would create a sense of tension and release, fear and hope, danger and safety.
This cover would encapsulate the essence of your dream: the struggle against an overwhelming force, the courage to confront it, and the collective effort to overcome it.
4o
You said:
do it.
ChatGPT said:
ChatGPT
Here is the cover art based on your dream. It captures the intense moment of confronting and defeating the beast, blending elements of darkness and hope. I hope it resonates with the story you've shared!