InsaneJournal

Current mood:	sad
Current music:	Repo! the Genetic Opera - Night Surgeon

I remember every dying whisper, every desperate murmur
There's another dream I had, this one from a couple weeks ago, that I've been meaning to write about.

I dream that I saw Steph... I was talking to her for a long time, though as usual, I lost most of the conversation when I woke up. But... it was SO real. Probably the realest dream I've ever had about her, maybe one of the realest dreams I've ever had. I could see every detail; it was as real as somebody really standing in front of me in real life. The only thing was... and the only thing I could remember her telling me... was that she didn't want me to look at her face. I could see her face sort of peripherally, but she didn't want me really _looking_ at it for some reason, she kept stressing that. Towards the end of the dream (I don't know how I know that a dream about her is about to end, but I always know when it's almost over) I insisted on looking her in the eye. I hadn't even dreamt about her in months, and I missed her face.
But when I looked at her, I saw her face, but I also saw something else. I don't know if it was something "behind" her eyes, or something kind of superimposed on her face, or just something I "saw" in my head when I looked at her. But it wasn't her, it was something or somebody else. It might have been a face, but it didn't really have any eyes, maybe sockets. It was something cold and dead and very strange. And deeply, deeply unsettling. And a phrase or idea popped into my head, I dunno if somebody "told" me this or what, but the idea was that this wasn't something I was supposed to see. Specifically, I think I was told it was something that _living_ people were not supposed to see. It was really, really scary, and a little sad, but I really want to know more about what it was and what it meant...