Anna S. (eliade) wrote,
Anna S.
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nap dreams

Depressed over not writing, exhausted by carbs, ignoring the siren call of wine, I napped. And was rewarded. I dreamed that Xander and Spike were sleeping together and that Xander tied Spike up while he was sleeping, binding him intricately with rope in a way that Spike had once taught him as a method for subduing demons, with special loops around the hands so that Spike could not unknot himself. And Spike's hands were fanned on his breast like a corpse's, but all twisted up in rope--the point being that he couldn't undo the knots, but also couldn't touch his dick--and the rope led back down along his body and was looped around the head of his erect dick. Then Xander woke him up by riding his face in a manner that would have suffocated Spike if he'd been human, and after he--Xander--came, he unintentionally fell asleep again, slumping along the length of Spike's helplessly bound body (head toward Spike's feet) with his own dick still buried in Spike's mouth. And then got himself off again while he was half-asleep, finally waking up much later after another orgasm with the horrified discovery of how cruel he'd been to his lover. Not that Spike was especially upset.

Straight out of badfic, isn't it? You think I'm making that up, don't you? Ha ha ha! Wrong.

Then later I dreamed that Xander was alseep and dreaming. When he woke up he shook Spike awake--they were lying in the corridor of a mall--and recounted his dream in a panic. In Xander's dream, Spike had confessed in a kind of stark but gentle way to having no joy, no fear, no humanity, no love, and when he uttered these words, menacing figures appeared down the corridor--like dementors or zombies or just very dangerous vampires--and advanced toward them. To escape Spike grabbed Xander's hand and they rose straight off the ground and began shooting up through the night sky, ascending to heaven, while Spike explained that demons could not rise this far, but that he'd stripped away the darkness in himself that would have grounded him, and so they'd be able to get away to safety. I'm not sure they were coming back. And then as Xander finishes telling all this, he looks down the corridor and of course the dark figures are coming toward them, and Spike takes him by the hand and they lift up off the ground to escape, repeating the events of the dream.

But then I dreamed that Christmas carolers came to the mall and they'd lost one of their singers, so they grabbed Spike to fill in. He grumbled but did, after making a few jibes at Angel, like: "I'll be thinking of your bland manhood when I'm singing." I think they sang Handel's Gloria in excelsis Deo.

My brain cells are apparently still tripping from ten years ago.
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