DANDY

To start: I'm obligated to tell others if I had a dream with their oc in it and remember something this vividly. Bc my dreams can be wild.

Now I remember in the dream I was a plant shaped person with cyborg parts and some rag doll parts. So I'll be using my oc cactina to depict this. Bc why not.

I vividly remember brushing my teeth with laundry soap, rinsing my mouth out, and using a blow dryer on my face before I was ready for bed. And I could move like raggedy Ann in the sense I was flexible and soft. So I was mostly doll.

But I also remember having part of my head opened up and plugged into like a robot. So...yeah.

At one point of the dream I had climbed up my bedroom chimney. And nobody knew this chimney opened to the attic. And I was told my uncle lived up there. But I never saw him. It was kinda a situation where I've never seen or met the guy but I knew he was up there. The original goal of climbing up the chimney was to escape my bedroom bc I was grounded or something. I expected it to go to the roof and I could just leave. But when I ended up in the attic, I found myself in pitch darkness. Knowing that there was sum guy up there that was supposedly related to me. The only light was from a dusty window. And the place was filled with like, old holiday decorations and attic stuff.

To paint the scene:

I was trying to find the way around everything when I heard light footsteps. Like skittering in the darkness.

And from the corner of my eye I saw the shape of mumbles watching me from behind a stack of boxes. He was eyeballing me.

And he blended in with all the attic junk. I thought he was an old toy.

Then I saw wehmut. In the pitch black. Just the shape and face. And it was cinematicly horrifying.

Course once the intal scare was done they seemed very happy to see their niece. But I think the years of inhaling fire smoke and isolation must have made them nuts. Or at least it made mumbles insane. He was very very eccentric. He had befriended dust bunnies like Bruno befriended rats in the walls.

I can't describe how cooky this guy was in this dream. He was getting in my personal space, he was screaming, whispering, talking in mumbles and metaphors. And all I wanted to do was escape my grounding.

He was convinced i had joined the army and that I was a solider. (I think I was a spy so, not to far off) and Mumbles excitedly showed me all the places they could listen in on conversations and such. It was an experience.

He was so happy to finally meet me. And something tells me he wasn't in the attic by choice. I think the family just put him up there to keep him in check and away from the public.

Course I eventually had to leave, but this was just to weird to forget.

Like, he had a collection of dust balls in one section of the floor that he had named after each member of the family and when something happened, he'd like, draw a chalk outline of that thing on the floor. Like if someone moved out of the house he'd draw the bunny a diffrent house on a diffrent section of floor and put them in there. Or if someone was pregnant or something he'd add another, smaller dust bunny and draw it a crib. It was nuts.