Vizier Possession

Some dreams start off boring and then quickly turn into something exciting. Like this one started off at a cottage my family used to go to.

Like that one weekend we spent up there just to clean up the leaves and get the boat in the water. I was staying, in this dream, at a similar cottage and all everyone was doing was chores. I tried to sleep in and woke up at 0930 just to see that everyone was saying goodbye to other guests.

Somehow that infuriated me and I stormed off and that’s the part that made the least sense of this dream, until I collapsed in the wilderness. Then there was darkness as I was in my non-REM state and then I was walking through a city with determination. I wish I could have seen myself in the mirror because something was wrong.

A bird was following me from above and my body was in this transfixed position, preventing me from looking to see where it was or what it was.

I soon came to a lakeside with lots of rocks and saw everyone was dressing like big Maleficent fans. I suddenly scoffed like it was involuntary. My voice was not my own, it sounded deeper, darker and sinister. Then I saw someone with a staff and immediately went for it like I knew it belonged to me.

The Maleficent fanatic knew only one thing that I was not myself if I was trying to regain something, their staff was not their own and it was mine. I spoke again demanding, and then I realized Jafar had possessed me, my movements were his, my voice was his, all he needed was to regain his original body back, and perhaps the staff was the only way. These Maleficent fanatics were trying to prevent it.

In a tug of war, I snatched the staff away and deployed a potion that set off a smoke bomb and I vanished from their sight. I ran toward the exit of the park and struggled to push the door open. I always hate doors in dreams because they can either be difficult to open or there’s always one right after the first one, then another and another. This was the former as I pushed and pushed to escape and finally did out into the streets throwing more smoke bombs to cover my escape and then I called to Iago to provide a distraction. I had no control of these actions and didn’t know where he was taking my body that he was controlling.

If the dream didn’t end abruptly then he would have likely led me to the top of building and restored the power in his staff and gain full control of my body turning it into his own. Now that would have been something.

👽Emily