I had this series of dreams about this dude. A green dude, not too big, who wore brown pants and nothing else. He was hairless, and had bitty horns sticking out his head, like a devil dude. He could fly around, had a huge sword, and like to terrorize nearby yokels. I don't know if he ate their cattle or stole their virgins or what, because I woke up pumping adrenaline before I saw the end. Scared me frightened.
Over the next few weeks I have some more dreams about this same guy. The Demon of Air felt like his name, although I thought it a pretty dumb name. More characters were introduced: an older guy in a suit who was chasing the Demon of Air for some reason, who had this younger woman with him. I figured it was his daughted, but I don't know just yet.
These two people chased the Demon of Air around, in a sort of Van Helsing, vampire hunt type deal, and I kept waking up with a start before the dreams ended, so I don't know why they were. I watched the action from trees, mostly, sitting on branches and looking down and things, so I guess I was like a fourth character. There was this one scene where the Demon sat in a white, plastic chair, in the middle of an outdoor basketball court--I don't know what that was all about--and the old guy and young woman caught up to him, and they talked. I sat in a tree nearby. I can't remember what they said, but I'm sure it was good.
These dreams woke me up in the middle of the night--scared me. It was the Demon of Air who did. And yet, I dreamed up in these dreams a scarier, feral version of the guy. Same size, same shape, but like...red and slimy.
Dreams are weird.
I want to write this story out as a story. So this blog is meant to get the juices flowing on this Demon of Air.