08-15-2018, 11:50 AM
15. dream
He has both dreams and nightmares. His dreams are odd- he remembered a dream where he dared someone to bite his paw because he got in a fight with them and they. Did it. The weird part was that he had actually registered pain from that. He had another dream where he grew wings and left the city to go tell someone he appreciated them. He… really didn’t get that one. Dimitri tried to sleep plenty- he liked dreaming, his headspace tended to interpret him as “being asleep” in his bedroom in the house. He felt that was fun and the best move for him. Dimitri worried about his nightmares though. He worried about his nightmares coming true. Whether they were literal nightmares or things he just dreaded happening.
Dimitri rarely suffered from hallucinations- and he feared his nightmares forming into hallucinations. Now that had yet to happen (knock on wood) but he still feared the idea. He feared his dreaded nightmare. He was afraid of his father finding him, cornering him in his cabin, Dagon not coming out to help him. His father tackling him- claws being sunk into his shoulders, being bitten on the back of his scruff, the tom hovering over him and holding him down.
Dimitri screamed, shaking himself out of his own imagination.
He panted heavily, rocking forward then pacing back and forth in his cabin, trying to calm down. “Dagon?” He called out to his trauma-holder, moving to Daisy’s corner and taking her teddy bear in his claws. He brought it under his belly and started cuddling with it, trying to calm down.
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He has both dreams and nightmares. His dreams are odd- he remembered a dream where he dared someone to bite his paw because he got in a fight with them and they. Did it. The weird part was that he had actually registered pain from that. He had another dream where he grew wings and left the city to go tell someone he appreciated them. He… really didn’t get that one. Dimitri tried to sleep plenty- he liked dreaming, his headspace tended to interpret him as “being asleep” in his bedroom in the house. He felt that was fun and the best move for him. Dimitri worried about his nightmares though. He worried about his nightmares coming true. Whether they were literal nightmares or things he just dreaded happening.
Dimitri rarely suffered from hallucinations- and he feared his nightmares forming into hallucinations. Now that had yet to happen (knock on wood) but he still feared the idea. He feared his dreaded nightmare. He was afraid of his father finding him, cornering him in his cabin, Dagon not coming out to help him. His father tackling him- claws being sunk into his shoulders, being bitten on the back of his scruff, the tom hovering over him and holding him down.
Dimitri screamed, shaking himself out of his own imagination.
He panted heavily, rocking forward then pacing back and forth in his cabin, trying to calm down. “Dagon?” He called out to his trauma-holder, moving to Daisy’s corner and taking her teddy bear in his claws. He brought it under his belly and started cuddling with it, trying to calm down.
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