thorgold wrote:That charred paper insight is horrifying, because looking at that example makes me recall that my demon-dreams have that exact same tone, as well. Cripes.
The uncanny similarities between our demons makes me wonder if there's not some very specific neuro-chemical reason for having a visual experience of this kind. Like, something happens in your brain, and the result is a visual experience that's lacking some of the usual components of a visual experience. And then your dream creatively latches onto it and turns it into a demon.
thorgold wrote:As for the paradoxical clarity and lack of detail, I've found that it's always one specific characteristic that manifests completely, while the rest is... blurry. Present, but just incapable of being described or recalled with detail. The characteristic that always manifests is the eyes, or lack thereof - that last dream had... void where the eyes should be. Not sockets, not "black eyes of death," just nothingness.
Regarding "nothingness": Usually my demons have that texture I described, but just once, the entire figure was "nothingness". This particular one was very humaniform, so you could look right at it, and see arms, legs, head, etc. (no face), except that my brain picked out the shapes via absence, rather than presence.
But the great part about this dream was that instead of the encounter being some short, horrifying episode, the dream really latched on to the figure and constructed a narrative around it.
As it turns out, it came from a universe that was built in a very opposite way from ours: here, the vast majority of the universe is mostly empty, and the small concentrations of mass and energy (planets, stars, life, etc.) are what's interesting. In the universe this thing came from, it was the reverse: instead of vacuum, the universe was filled with energy, like one massive universal star (or not even that, just a never-ending expanse of the densest energy you could imagine - pure white - the hypothetical exact opposite of vacuum), and the points of lower mass/energy density were where the interesting things happened. Stars, planets, and people, were voids.
I'm going to skip the play-by-play, because it was a pretty long dream (and the dialogue/action has always been less interesting to me than the imagery/themes), but:
I was a police officer, who was called to a home where the residents thought someone was squatting in their basement / had broken in (they weren't sure, but knew something was down there, and didn't want to let it up).
By the time we arrived, this thing had gotten upstairs and apparently killed a few people (although it wound up being unclear if it was actually at fault, or was defending itself), and I had to talk the other officers down from potentially shooting it (there didn't seem to be a way to effectively communicate with it at first, and there was sort of a stand-off situation - it wasn't surrendering its person, and, with two people dead, and it being, you know, pretty darned demonic-looking, guns were being aimed and voices were being raised).
It managed to sort of semi-transfer ideas and thoughts to me via some variety of telekinesis, and I ended up getting sucked back through a portal in the basement into its home universe. Which, surprisingly, didn't kill me instantly. I'm not sure if a.) there was some sort of technology that allowed it to exist in our universe and me in it's without both of us dying instantly, or b.) perhaps I wasn't really there but was being projected somehow, or c.) atmosphere/planets happened to be (by coincidence or design or physical law) right where their universe's and our universe's mass/energy density criss-crossed, or d.) other (probably my dream just got intimidated by the idea of trying to render such a universe). The question was never answered, because I woke up only a few seconds after arriving.
The few seconds I was there, I was on the edge of a city high up in the atmosphere of a planet, looking out into the sky.