A dragon devouring faeries (TOME 15 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

Jigoku or the daughter of hell

To be in dragon or to be in human. The creatures that were must sleep.And also, when we sleep, there are dreams... but also nightmaresAnd these sometimes are symbols, warnings, divination, but often, they translate a message to the dreamer and sometimes reflect the state of mind of the dreamer but also his state given the consequences of his actions.

WARNING: THIS DREAM IS A TRUE STORY, A TESTIMONY OF A REPRESENTATIVE WHO LIVES IN BRUSSELS, ENGINEER IN A FIRM OF PNEUMATIC COMPONENTS.

I was lying on the edge of the crevasse, watching the lava flow by. And as the rocks rolled by, my eyes grew heavy, lulled by the movement, the red light and the hellish heat that was beneficial to me and filled my dragon body with power and energy...

Then I was in Brussels, younger... much earlier...

A big company producing glass had called upon my services to develop intelligent double glazing. They consisted in ejecting heat like a diode in summer and capturing heat in winter.

As I was the only specialist, and at that time, in the 90's, I had to move to Brussels with my mother. We were still living in Belgium at that time before later joining our cousins who had emigrated in my youth. An aunt married a former US serviceman and went with him to start a family in the US.

Then others followed, fleeing the crisis here and the taxes. And I was about to do the same but this multinational company was established on both sides of the globe and they were also financing my research in biochemistry and genetics. They had called upon my services under the cover of a phony industrial development but, in the end, it had worked and the product had passed all the prototype expectations and I had to designate the industrial production of this new revolutionary product.

Double and triple glazing with diode effect. A thermal diode in itself.!!!

So I rented a furnished apartment and a cleaning lady came twice a week for the maintenance but also the laundry. I preferred the tranquility of an apartment to that of a hotel with all the comings and goings and the lack of comfort. And it started one day...In the morning, I would cook bacon and an omelet and sometimes onions.

There was a gas stove.

In the evening, after the day... Strange, I don't remember anything... it's as if the morning was followed by the evening immediately.

When I came back, I slumped in my sofa, in front of the stove. Tired. And I saw that the gas knobs were all turned up. I must have forgotten...The next morning... subway work sleep...When I got home at night, the knobs were all open.

"BUT IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"

I checked the next morning that everything was in order and put a bucket of water over the kitchen door with a wire . So if someone comes in, they get sprayed. In the evening...same thing again!!! It was unbelievable. Someone was playing a joke on me... it's not possible. I then took the time to question the neighbors and next door neighbors. But the old ones were silent.

The next day, still the same! I called my mother to come and watch. In the afternoon, she took the opportunity to do some shopping and prepare a good meal for me, especially a good soup...

Mom always made them well. And in the evening, she was peeling potatoes when all of a sudden her cat started to blow abnormally.

A shrill sound that even a snake would be unable to reproduce.

Then a little girl with black hair walked through the front door, stopped in front of the stove and turned the knobs.

She looked at Mama, who was frozen with fright, the crying cat hidden between the back of the sofa and her back. She stopped and I was lying in my bed (No sense!) and then she came behind the headboard and stood on the corner and was level with my head.

All of a sudden she plunged her hand into my chest and made a guttural sound like a throat slit.

Terror overtook me and I saw myself being devoured and I began to cry and beg not to be taken away but it was a demon.

A demon that had come to take me to death, to join the dead humans, so that the cycle would be over.

I woke up sweating, at the edge of my lava lake. Would I have regrets? Was this a message or a warning?

Probably. Such an encounter does not inspire confidence and means in the dream dictionary, a time of trial. In which I must face my demons and regrets. Everything seemed so rea