Dantalion Among Others
I Remember Awaking in a house standing alone in a room, around me in the distance I could hear soft music playing, with a romantic tone to it, suddenly a pair of arms gently wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against someone’s chest, I gasped in surprise as a man peaked from behind me with a grin on his face, I turned slightly in his arms to face him “what? You don’t look happy to see me” his voice soft yet deep with a hint of mischief, I put my hand on his cheek gently as if he’d disappear if I’d been more then gentle, I looked at him searching his face searching for something , a question stuck in my throat as I saw Infront of me a man with mid length shaggy oil slick black curls, skin that was fair yet with a hit of color giving it life, and eyes I could not pinpoint a color too, brown…. black? Possibly blue? I couldn’t be sure because I noticed his features moving, my eyes recognizing a likeness to a famous actor but just not quite, as if he were borrowing most of a face as to not cause discomfort to what my human mind could not quite understand.
I muttered for a moment before asking a question “what is your name?” in my heart of hearts I could feel the answer but I unable to fully trust my intuition still I thought to ask, a small smirk formed on his lovely face “guess” his voice came with a playfulness that seemed more like a challenge or a trap.
“Dantalion..” I searched his face for a sign “Belial?” at this he laughed and moved more so bedside me “don’t you mean Beliallialalalall” he joked making fun of my inability to at first pronounce belials name.
I glared at him playfully and suddenly felt a tightening in my chest, like a pandoras box of emotions had just erupted in my chest, he drew closer to me making a move to do something when the dream suddenly changed.
We then were suddenly standing on a balcony looking out at a swamp like scene, best described as a house in New Orleans looking out over the bayou at night, the sky lit by the moon.
The man was now standing Infront of me lent over on thin metal railing, gripping it with his hands “just when I call, one night at 6, 7 or 9 am, don’t turn me away…” he stood straight and looked out then over to me “revolution, we are going to war…. It’s a war” a tinge of worry in his voice as the dream faded away like ripples of water in my vision, I awoke in a gasp, my eyes snapping open then a moment later, I turned to go back to sleep.
Part 2 -Dream 2
Dream 2
I awoke In blurred room, There was a beautiful young blonde hair blue eyed women looking around mid-twenties ,standing in the distance, yet I could still see her clearly, I stood holding a little boy that looked similar to my son, three young handsome men stood around me, one with golden copper hair, another with black hair and another with honey blonde hair, and an older man laying on a couch as if just relaxing, he felt so familiar to me yet I did not recognize him but I noticed him stealing glances at me whenever he’d thought I couldn’t see, all of these I saw in quick flashes and short clips as though they only wanted to make their presance known to me, as quickly as it had started it ended.
Author N.P
09/28/2024
Note: that none of these images are my own, only used as the closest visual descriptors of what I’ve seen In my “dreams” (collected from Pinterest)
