October is for Dreams
Ever since I started this month-long series on Dreams and Nightmares, my night life has really been cranked up. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been focusing more on my crazy dreams, wanting to remember them more, or are just fascinated by the worlds that are only accessable through those states.
I want to end the month with more light and fascination.
I really love the bloggings of Austin and his blog The Return of the Modern Philosopher. He is funny and creative and talks to gargoyles, THE devil, and other various characters about life, love, politics, and everything inbetween.
The following blog is from way back in 2013. It is based on a supposed “fever”, but, knowing Austin, it could be just another state of reality. But it does tie in wonderfully into my October is for Dreams segment. Enjoy!
Delirious Ramblings Of An Angelic Man In A Cauldron Fever Dream
Posted on November 10, 2013 by Austin
I remember waking up on the porch of The House on the Hill, Modern Philosophers. I was still in my pajamas with my Magic robe pulled tightly around me.
I was soaked in sweat as I slowly opened my eyes and glanced out upon the falling snow. Why was I sleeping with my glasses on? Why was I out on the porch? Was I shivering from the cold or from my fever?
“Why are you out here, Austin?” came the sweet, soothing, familiar voice to my left.
I glanced over, and the mere act of moving my head sent a violent pain throbbing through my skull. My tired eyes focused on the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, Rachel the Archangel. Her wings were still visible and she held her mighty, flaming sword in her right hand, a sure sign that she sensed a threat.
I told her I didn’t know why I was on the porch. She strode towards me, her eyes constantly checking to make sure there were no surprises. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally arrived at where I sat. Her big, brown eyes looked down at me, she sighed, and then finally smiled.
“You don’t look so good,” Rachel advised as her wings vanished and the flame extinguished on her sword. “Judging from the sweat pouring off of you and that deranged look in your eyes, I’d say you have a fever. Let’s get you inside.”
She reached out and offered her hand. The second I grabbed it, I felt a chill race through me. My body temperature immediately began to drop as goose bumps popped up over every inch of my 6’3″ frame.
I told Rachel how beautiful she was, and that I knew she would come for me.
“I’ll always come for you, Austin,” she cooed and that was the last thing I remember. The next time I opened my eyes, I was in my bed and saw my three closest Witch friends staring down at me.
“He’s finally awake,” Ti-Diana whispered to Waltzing Matilda and Volcanica Ivy. All three of them approached the bed with caution. “How are you feeling?”
My throat was dry and extremely sore, but I managed to ask them where Rachel was.
“The Archangel?” Volcanica Ivy asked as she looked down on me with concern. “She wasn’t here when we arrived. Are you expecting her?”
Why had Rachel left? Did she just bring me up to bed and vanish? Then I saw it. Rachel’s sword was leaning up against the wall in the corner of the room. She had been here.
“Gary the Gargoyle came to fetch us,” Waltzing Matilda explained as if she thought the perplexed look on my face meant I was wondering how the three most powerful Witches in Maine had come to be in my bedroom. “He told us that you’ve been extremely ill and wandering aimlessly around the house.”
“We’ve come to cure you with Magic,” Ti-Diana assured me as she squeezed my shoulder. “There’s a cauldron of Feevahbraykor Elixir bubbling down in the sun room. Once it’s ready, we’ll give you a dose and all will be well.”
“Just rest for now,” Volcanica Ivy suggested. “You need sleep.” The next time I opened my eyes, I was on the couch in the living room. I was in my pajamas with my Magic robe wrapped tightly around me. My fever was gone, and The House on the Hill smelled as if an apothecary had exploded in the next room.
I got up to wander into the sun room and find the source of the smell, but the room was empty. The only thing I discovered was a dark smudge in the middle of the floor, as if something large, round, and hot had been set there.
I trudged up the stairs, crawled into bed, and settled in under the covers. I looked over to the corner, expecting to see something there, but there was nothing. I couldn’t quite remember what I thought would be there, and my mind was too tired to form any further Deep Thoughts on the topic.
I’m pretty sure I fell asleep the second I closed my eyes…
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