I had the weirdest dream last night...
Kinda like this:
I, in my dream, was walking down a side-walk wearing my 'club clothes' as I call them that I wear when I go out to places like the mall at night with friends, (black, mesh, chains, collar, spikes. X3 that kinda stuff.) with Hawthorne Heights playing and suddenly stop, looking at this dark, morbid doll shoppe. I notice one doll sitting alone on a table in the middle of the shoppe.
he was utterly beautiful, wearing finely tailored black silk and velvet, pale,pale,pale skin(like, paper white)with this intense, amazing molten-gold eyes that had this..this...intelligence. Scars were all over his wrists, old and new ones, a few 'bleeding' though it was paint of course.
So, then and there, staring into this dolls eyes I know: I /have/ to have him, I litterally could not live without that morbid little doll. I /needed/ it.
So I went into the shoppe and asked how much he was, reaching to touch him. The old shoppe keeper snapped at me and said he wasn't for sale and NOT to be touched.
And I said 'But...he doesn't...want to be here...'
The man said to leave but I wouldn't not without my doll, who in my head I was already calling Juliette though it was male. So, I grabbed the doll and ran. The old man and his two sons(twins so alike it was scary)chased me.
Clutching Juliette to my chest I just kept running until I ended up at my school for some reason, and then I'm just inside and I'm falling down the stairs, balling around the doll to keep it from breaking(it was a china doll)And just fell down the stairs, which were like ten times longer than in real life. And I know at the end i'm going to /die/ or something. Then there's this..this..intense feeling of well being and, though the doll is still clutched against my stomach his likness, real, living and life size is clutching me like I am the doll and we come crashing to a stop at the foot of the stairs.
All the while I'm staring into the molten-gold eyes that trapped me and he's explaining that his spirit was locked into the doll, who, indeed, is called Juliette, and me, for beleiving that he was living, set him free and as long as I held his likeness he was /bound/ to me entirely, and he already knew my name somehow.
I said '..But...your name isn't Juliet, is it...? What is it...?' And he said calmly 'My name is Jerath' and I said 'Like the Goblin King!' like a little kid, and he smiled and said 'Yes, and you are my Goblin Queen' and I woke up. O_O
It was...reallly,really,really cool.