I'm just Subconcious Harry. I'm your inner voice, bub. Your intuition, your inistinct, your basic, animal reactions. I make your dreams, and decide which nightmares to pop in the old psychic VCR at night.
I dreamed.The nightmare felt familiar, almost comfortable, though it had been a few years since I had gone through it. [he goes on to describe his godmother torturing him][/snip]The dream changed. I dreamt of fire. Someone I had once loved like a father tood in the middle of it, screaming in agony...
There was no way to tell which of them had been victims of the vampires and already dead when the fire got to them and which, if any, had been alive before I came along. I still have nightmares about it.
I wasn't too tired to dream. Evidently, my subconcious-we've met, and he's kind of a jerk-had something on his mind, because the dream was a variation on the theme that had taken up most of my sleeping hours since I'd last met Susan.[Harry goes on to describe a nightmare where Susan seduces him then vamps out on him completing her transformation to become a full Rampire]
I had bad dreams.They were the usual fare. Flames devoured someone who screamed my name. A pretty girl spread her arms, eyes closed, and fell slowly backward as dozens of fine cuts opened all over her skin. The air became a fine pink spray. I turned from it, into a kiss with Susan who drew me down and tore out my throat with her teeth.A woman who seemed familiar but whom I did not recognize shook her head and drew her hand from left to right. The dream-scenery faded to black in the wake of her motion. She turned to me, dark eyes intent and said, "You need to rest."
The Red Court vampires don't look like most would think. They looked like giant, hairless bats with slick, rubbery skin. They could cover themselves with a flesh mask in order to look human, but I'd seen what was underneath the mask. I'd been exposed to it. Thoroughly. I still had nightmares.
it was just then that the swirling clouds over the empty triangle coalesced into a vague outline of an inhuman face - one that I recognized from the darkest hour of my past and the nightmares it had inhabited since.[He Who Walks Behind goes on to gloat over how he had returned]
"This is a nice change of pace from my usual dream," I said."How so?" my father asked."Fewer tentacles. Fewere screams. Less death."[/snip]"So," I said. "Why haven't I dreamed about you before?""Because I wasn't allowed to contact you before," my father said easily. "Not until others had crossed the line."
"You are the product of your own choices, Harry, and nothing can change that. Don't let anyone or anything tell you otherwise."
My reaction to the fire had been sheer and naked terror, and even no wmy hand throbbed with the pain of illusory burns. Ever since the fire I'd had nightmares of more.
I'd killed. Deliberately, rationally ended another's life.And it still haunted my dreams at night.
The little demonic diorama of bad vibes painted oer the white tiles of that bathroom ws going to make some appearances in my darker dreams.
I was captured by the Red Court once. Held in the dark by a crowd of hissing, mosterous shapes.They did things.There was nothing I could do about it.I still had the nightmares to remind me. Not every nithg, maybe, but often enough. Often enough.
I heard myself whimpering and had a flashback to any number of nightmares where I could not move swiftly enough to escape the danger.
"I murdered them. I've never killed, man... not like that. Cold." I drove a while more. "I have nightmares."
It [the morgue] was one of those places that show up a lot in my nightmares.
Elaine sat at the head of the bed with her legs crossed. My head lay comfortably upon her calves as it had so many times before... as they had in a house I barely remembered except in dreams
After I was through scheming, I dragged my tired self to bed and slept hard but not long. Too many dreams about all the things that could go wrong.
I didn't want to wake up. I was having a dream where I wasn't hurt, and no one was kicking me around. The walls were white and smooth and clean, lit only by frosty moonlight, and someone with a gentle voice was speaking quietly to me. But my right hand had broken into a fierce tingling, all pins and needles, and sleep began to retreat. (Context, Harry is resting after the rumble in the Shedd, not long before Michael breaks Mab's mind wammy on him)
"I spent the first several years of my adult life looking over my shoulder, worrying about this guy [Morgan]. Getting hounded and herassed by him. I had nightmares for a while, and he was in them." Truth be told, I still had nightmares occasionally, about being persued by an implacable killer in a grey cloak, holding a wicked cold sword.
It had been years since I had even thought about Victor Sells or his victims. Theyhad featured in my nightmares for quite a while until I upgraded.
I've been abused by Red Court vampires in the past. I still have nightmares sometimes.
I forget what book it is, but there's some scene where Harry talks about how the dream he's having is not normal, and usually involves more screaming. I think in Grave Peril when he's talking with his dad.
Isn't the fairy Queen Mab supposed to be connected with bringing dreams and/or nightmares according to English folklore?
Queen Mab is a fairy referred to in Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet. She later appears in other poetry and literature, and in various guises in drama and cinema. In the play her activity is described in a famous speech by Mercutio written originally in prose and often adapted into iambic pentameter, in which she is described as a miniature creature who drives her chariot into the noses and into the brains of sleeping people to compel them to experience dreams of wish-fulfillment. She would also "plague" "ladies' lips" "with blisters", which is thought a reference to the plague or to herpes simplex. She is also described as a midwife to help sleepers 'give birth' to their dreams.
Wasn't there a mention in storm front or fool moon. He has nightmares right before his dad dies... I swear I read that somewhere....
^I ctrl-F -ed through SF,FM,GP, and SK already. (nightmare, dream) Didn't seem to find it... Confused cus I could have sworn it was there... Might also want to ctrl-F "bad" and "started"....
"Fewer tentacles. Fewere screams. Less death."[/snip]"So," I said. "Why haven't I dreamed about you before?""Because I wasn't allowed to contact you before," my father said easily.
Slightly OT, but this made me remember a question I hadIs someone stopping Harry from being contacted by his father on purpose, or is it just as-it-happens?
