Undisclosed - Zach Bo1inger
Dream: Mind Control
I go to stay at my parents house for a while. My sister Jill is already staying with them, and my parents are worried she might be under the influence of mind control. I think they are crazy tin-foil hatters. We talk for al ittle while, and I go to bed.
While I'm trying to get to sleep, I swear I can feel something trying to control my thoughts. I decide that it won't work if I'm sleeping, and I make an effort to relax and drift off.
When I wake up, I go to take a shower, and my parents tell me I have to use the other bathroom, because something weird is happening in the tub in the bathroom I was heading towards. I look in the tub, and it looks like it is full of red vomit. It becomes even more unsettling when I notice there is something moving in the liquid. It's a lot of small but fast somethings.
I'm struck with a feeling that I have to do something. I can't imagine what is wrong with my parents if all they are thinking is "Oh well, use the other bathroom."
I feel the mind control feeling again. It's almost like my thoughts are solid objects, and there is an invisible finger poking around, just influencing things, not really controlling them. A poke here, a poke there, and suddenly a line of thought are set up like a row of dominoes. The controlling influence gives one final poke to knock over the dominoes. at that moment, I feel like I know what to do about the tub full of what looks like vomit.
With clarity and purpose, I go to the fridge and take out a couple steaks. I tear them into smaller pieces. They are thick and fresh, but they tear like hamburger. I gently float the pieces of stake in the tub. The little things that were darting around in the liquid group up under the steaks and start eating. As they eat, the liquid clears up, until it's just water. I can now see the little things. they are black and silver. They look like they could be eels or tadpoles. They eat quickly, in little shark-like frenzies. As they bite off pieces of steak, they suck in a little of the dirty water and continue to clear it up.
I look on satisfied that I solved the disgusting problem of the vomit. A small part of me says that revealing these creatures and feeding them is a bigger problem, but something pushes that thought away. It's the pleasant feeling of that controlling finger.
I watch as the little creatures feed and grow. They were smaller than my pinky, but now they are as big as my spread hand. In this stage of development, they look more like tiny manta rays. They are still the same color - black and silver. They are very shiny, and I am happy that they look so healthy. I feel a little fear, but gets pushed out of the way.
The rays grow a little more, and they swim slower. They almost seem weightless. Their skin starts to look a little like frog skin, and they seem to get a little fat. They float so graciously, though. Then, they start swimming in the air, just as gracious.
I think about when my parents were afraid Jill was being controlled. I smile and think about how wrong they were to worry. It's such a numb and blissful state of mind. It's wonderful. One of the frog-rays settles perches on my head. He makes himself comfortable. It feels warm and relaxing. Then he sinks into my head and merges with me. Pain is now a foreign concept. Everything goes black and peaceful.