Jessie and the Zealot Creature: A Weird Dream

What is it exactly that lurks in the fog, loved and feared by some religious nuts in a misplaced suburbia? What was it that followed me home? Fight however you can.

 It was grey outside, overcast. All the colors within and outside the car were muted and washed out; like their color had been bled away through thumbnail punctures, or as if they were just ghostly imprints. A cold fog lay just behind the treeline, and was creeping closer. Green was the only real color. The green seemed bright and vivid in a world of hazy grey-blue. The world felt cool and damp, and it smelled like walking to school in the drizzling rain. 

That was the first thing I noticed about my dream, the colors.

The car I was in was small, two door, and a faded blue. Two teenage girls sat in the front seats, they were around the ages of 18 to 19, while I sat dead center in the back seat away from either window. The girls were my sisters and we were taking a road trip, but...That didn't make sense. I had never seen either of them in my life (both with long, straight brown hair. The one in the driver's seat was the eldest).They were both Caucasian where I take my looks from my Native father, and I only have one sister, who is 29 and darker than me.

In my dream they were my sisters though, even as I still looked the same.

I had a hamster cage in my lap, empty except for a handful of worms.

We were driving down a road going though a field. The road was old enough to be bleached grey but was none the worst for wear besides some tar-filled cracks. The yellow-green (but washed out to grey) tall grass and weeds of the field were about waist height.  Along the edge of the circular field was an encroaching forest, seeming to move closer until you looked at it straight-on, like playing red-light-green-light with a bunch of tree people. 

Even though we were moving, we never seemed to leave our spot dead-center of the circle of field and forest. It was like the circle was moving with us, or we weren't actually moving at all.

Eventually, we drove through a suburban street; we didn't actually leave our spot dead center and move on to some suburbia, mind you. It was like someone had plucked a street from the suburbs, picket fences and manicured lawns and all, and laid it over the road we were on. Beyond the cookie-cutter front and backyards the waist-high grass still swayed. The fog had moved closer, almost engulfing us by now.

We pulled into the driveway of the second to last house on the left. I don't remember if I'd stayed in the car or followed my two sister's to ring the doorbell, but it doesn't matter, I didn't have a part in the conversation that followed. A man answered the door, we had glasses, and blonde hair in some sort of 50's hair style. They talked for awhile and he seemed to be getting more and more angry. He eventually dissolved into some religious tirade, calling my sister's w****s and telling them the monster would be after them, and that it would eat them like all the other sinners.   

We left back the way we came, finally able to leave the circle of field and trees. Instead of returning back to my house at the time, where we went was my grandmother's house. While my 'sisters' got chewed out by my 'parents' (not actually my parents or anything like them), I looked out of the glass-sliding door onto the porch and backyard.

The yard was full of the forest I'd seen before, and the deck was starting to rot away at the edges as it was being engulfed by the trees. A think fog lay over everything. 

It had followed us home. 

I heard something walking through the bush below, to my left. The Zealot Creature was there, and I knew if I were to go outside or it got inside it would eat us. 

I wasn't scared though, if anything I was annoyed. It was sort of a 'Oh god, not this s**t again' sort of feeling. I knew I couldn't defeat the monster head on, and my family wouldn't be any help, so I had to beat it the only way I knew how. 

I thought up a story that went like this, 'Once upon a time, there was a little village surrounded and isolated by thick forest. When the village was built they had gone too far in, and the trees had grown back behind them. They couldn't leave now because the forest was full of monsters that would eat them the second they stepped out of the city walls. It wasn't that big a deal though, the people were happy there. That is, until the children started getting sick.

As isolated as they were, they couldn't get any medicine from other towns, or any kind of help at all. Many of the townsmen tried to leave, but were killed for their efforts. The people were getting desperate. Luckily, there was a Child Goddess that lived upon a meadow of flowers in the clouds, on the backdrop of stars she herself had painted on the drywall. The flowers, all of her own creation, had wept for the children because they knew they could help them.  Hearing her creations sad made the Goddess sad so she sent down a bed of flowers. 

The four-petaled purple flowers with white edges, glowing white pollen, thick green leaves and thorny vines grew in patches along the ground and quickly spread.  They crept up the walls of the church and the houses, and down the city walls.

The flowers quickly devoured the monsters just outside, but crept no further into the forest. 

The people, thankful but still worried for their children, spent an entire week weaving flower crowns for the ill boys and girls. Then, with hope and fear in their hearts, they sent the children outside the city walls...'

I slide back the glass door and stepped outside. I was transported into the brush, somewhere over to the left of where I was standing and pretty far in. I had been transformed into a patch of the monster-eating flowers. I knew the Zealot Creature would still see me for what I truly was, and not my current form, so I laid in fear. 

The Zealot Creature was horrible. It didn't have skin, only plates of black exoskeleton with light pink muscle showing through the spaces between so you could see its fluid movement and little twitches. It didn't have a face, but it did have four black plates in it's carapace where it's mouth would be that might have been able to slide back.  It had the figure of a severely warped human. It was in one of those upside-down spider walks, but it's torso was twisted, so it's pelvis, legs and feet would walk towards you normally while it's upper body was upside-down. Think of it as the chest facing away by the stomach facing towards. The limbs it was propped up on were too long by several horrifying meters.  

Too much sight can be blinding, though. As it saw me for my true form it couldn't see the powers my current one had. When it scooped me up in a deformed hand with several long claws and pulled me up to it's mouth to eat me, I shoved my arm (that was then vines) through it's chest. I could feel the carapace breaking around my arm like breaking a crab leg in half, it's muscles were like thick, sticky, day old noodles and it's chunky and discolored blood was like touching bits of wet food in dishwater. 

 I was transported back to my starting point, the trees had retreated a few paces, and I now had a flower crown with three blossoms, only one of which was opened. I had to beat the monster two more times. I had already beat its Mind, Body was next.

I thought up a monster with the same body, but different. This one was fleshy, and dripping, like half-melted candle wax. Thick pink droplets of flesh hit the ground along with streams of blood from it's leech-like mouth. It had no claws, but horrible feet made for ripping. The Animal.

I rushed outside, thinking I'd be the creature, but no. I heard it though, above me where I'd teleported, in the trees. I had to lead it to the Zealot or it would kill me instead, so I ran.  I ducked after a few minutes, in front of a bush where I had heard the Zealot. Both creatures jumped to catch me, but saw each other instead. They growled with anger and flew towards one another, just about to hit when...

I woke up.

I was pissed.

Author's Note

It was my mom that woke me up, to ask me some question. I have some art for this dream I may color and post. Maybe.

So, how do you think the dream would have ended? What do you think it meant?