I just wanna say that before you read this dream- understand Erik has been in my dreams off and on for like 4-6 years. We've literally had a series. xD First we were fighting rivals, then he came back and was uh..doing some things, and now he's 'nice' and kind of creepy sometimes. BUT ANYWAY, DREAM
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Beforehand is foggy, but I believe I had met with some other girl- I don't recall her name. She was about as tall as me, had long black hair and bangs, glasses, and was a little heavier-set but not like totally obese or anything. She was apparently ALSO a phan, and a paranormal fanatic. She started telling me about how 'oh it's totally Erik, you know. I know, he was in my house too- he does that, goes around visiting people like us.'
And I didn't really say anything to her, just kind of politely nodded and let her speak. Which was awesome, because she ended up letting me borrow a thermal camera. Under the impression that yeah, he doesn't like to really be seen a lot, but with this baby he can't hide and that I should use it to see the results.
So then I was in my bedroom, laying in bed with this thing lol. At one point I started getting a blip on my thermal camera, which eventually turned into a human form- and...pretty much Erik? ONLY THERMAL VISION. There was like, only a shadow I could see in the darkness of my room- but in the camera I could see him coming toward me- wearing that fedora, a large cloak, and an evening dress coat underneath that. So like, I was watching the thermal camera to see what he was doing and he came all the way to the side of my bed. Then the thermal image climbed up on freaking top of me xD;;;;;
annnnd, I felt this intense pressure on top of me next and my bed, which is kinda broken irl lol, dipped down from the added weight. But looking up, nobody was there- He was still there in the thermal though.
And I got the sense things were about to happen I moved around a bit and stretched my arm out toward where he was using the thermal camera as my guide to see if I could touch him. When I did this, he backed off a little. I mean, he moved and the pressure went with him, but he was still there. And I saw outside of the camera frame an arm reaching back - and I made contact with a black glove. He took my hand, I put the camera down, and he started leading me around the room. And it stopped at the wall behind my bookshelf, because I can't go through walls y'know. He stopped and let go when I stopped and laughed at me. ;.; lol like was making fun of me not in a betchy way but just in a lightly humorous amused by this fact way.
And I was just all '8/ yeah, funny. mhmmm.'
Then I was in the center of my darkened bedroom and he fully appeared to me.
He was idk, average height for a guy? Bout my dad's size, maybe an inch or two shorter than him. Had on, again, a very nice-looking fedora/felt hat, a very sweeping and elegant cloak that covered him but I could still see part of his evening dress suit- like the white immediately in front when he moved, and he was wearing black gloves.
Strangely enough, his mask was nowhere in sight. He wasn't wearing it at all! o.o And his face was...interesting, to say the least. It wasn't quite like well..many incantations of him. He didn't look like a total corpse, and the 'problem' with his face was over his entire face not just one side. He wasn't totally hot either.
I mean, he wasn't as awful looking as Leroux described him in the novel, but there was definitely something wrong. It's kinda hard to describe in great detail, but I will try.
His hair was kind of.. this dull greyish but brownish at the same time, and I could only see a few clumps/strands of it hanging around his face- that looked kind of dead the way they were.
His face itself was structured kind of normally- everything seemed in proportion, but...it was just weird. His skin was an unusual color. It WAS kind of ...yellowish/greyish the way Leroux describes it, only not to such gruesome detail. It was a bit unnerving just because it was such an unnatural skin color, but it wasn't like HOMG IT'S SO HORRIBLE THAT IF YOU SEE IT HE MUST KILL OR KEEP YOU TO PRESERVE HIS SECRETS.
And...I got the sense he wasn't quite as old as his features made him. There were some weird pattern of wrinkles, or maybe his skin was really tight and had them- but it did make him look not super ancient mummy old, because his eyes and body and everything suggested a younger man, or at the very least- everything else voice included did not look 50 or over. Maybe it was that his skin was tight, like in the leroux novel, but not as tight as the book would have you imagine.
And his nose. It seemed a little off- I can't really say for sure what was wrong with it because it was a dark room in the dream and I didn't look at him for TOO long this way, but he had one unlike the book where he was absent of one..but something was wrong with it. Can't put my finger on it, but it just was visually offputting?
So his face didn't look that great, he was kind of ugly- but at the same time everything else about him looked absolutely fantastic, and he wasn't as gruesome a sight as you might find if you looked up images of Leroux Erik. ((if i could draw guys i would attempt to draw what i saw. ))
Anyway, after staring at his face and him for a few moments I turned around. He didn't seem to have that big a problem with me looking at his face. But, he didn't wear his mask to the occasion sooo he can't complain.
But I was standing there, apparently just standing there and staring into the dark space of my room and I felt a hand on my shoulder. Haha, okay this is like dumb fangirlyness probably...but..xD;;; When he put his hand on my shoulder he did so in a way that caused quite a surge of warm tingly feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'm not sure if it was that the way he did this was intentionally a -certain- way, or just me feeling a rush of weirdness because of his touch. (( IT WAS A GREAT FEELING. like adrenaline mixed with butterflies in the stomach. so like you were riding a rollercoaster while giving a speech to everybody so you felt both going down the bends?))
And he steered me back toward my bed so I could get some sleep and I don't remember anything else happening after that.
YEAH. THAT WAS IT.
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In case anybody is curious I drew what Erik's face looked like to me. (only my drawing is cartoony and he was realistic in the dream)
but he was like this:
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