"Heeeey, what up? It's me, David!"
The Demon waggled his hand at me, formed in an ominous shaka sign.
Sweat beaded down my temples while I felt the suffocating pressure of a longboard, leaving me immobile from my chest to my weak ankles. I couldn't move.
"Those swells are gonna be rippin' today brah!"
I couldn't blink.
"You ready to ride some waves?"
I couldn't talk.
The Demon stared down at me with wide eyes, amused at the vulnerability of my prone, half-woken shell. His tongue darted out of his mouth playfully, as if to tease the threat of the wild tides soon to drag me deeper - past sleep or nightmares, past the darkness of closed eyes - into a hell I couldn't escape.
I couldn't breathe.
He paused, his hair like poison sea grass dangling over my sullen gaze.
"Alright dude, I know you got homework! Good luck with that funky writing!"
I felt a chill as the longboard lifted off of me like a shroud revealing a living corpse.
The shaka flashed before me once more.
"Catch ya on the flipside!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" I thought. "My David? What does that even mean!"

The therapist repositioned herself in her chair and took a deep breath. "So, a lot of my clients have had this same issue. It's so common that I coined a term, 'David'. " she explained. "In Hebrew, it means 'Beloved'. Usually, this figure represents someone you have lost, who was near and dear to your heart. Does that sound like someone who was in your life?"

Bewilderment sprouted from me. "I haven't lost anyone yet, the biggest loss I've experienced was a 3 game losing streak in Fortnite." I thought.

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"Yeah sure, grandma is starting to lose it. Always talking about grandpa like he's in the same room, even though they got divorced 20 years ago. But she also keeps bringing up something about a swing or maybe swinger but I don't know what she's talking about. I guess I'm close to losing her, does that count? I really can't recall losing anyone, I'm only 10."

The therapist shrugged "Oh, well in that case, it's probably a demon then! I'll just prescribe you some oxy and get you on your way!"

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I woke up to a noise coming from above my head, turning my eyes in an anticipation of my cat preying at my ears, but to my surprise a woman was sitting right next to me with her back leaning on the wardrobe next to my bed. According to my knowledge my doors are locked and made of three layers of enforced steel padded with a plastic leather imitation. The windows were locked too, not speaking about my bedroom standing at a third floor of our family house. I sat down leaning on the wall behind me, our shoulders almost touching as I was struck by her pricey smelling perfume reminiscent of a cherry with a hint of,.. pine? Her eyes were dark, but I could see as they faintly glow even in the dead of night with blinds closed. "Are you my dream paralysis demon?" I asked not able to get out of myself anything better than stating the seemingly obvious. "I have many names, but demon is not one. They used to call me Cleo, which stood for Cleopatra. You might recognize this one, don't you?" I froze for a second, but then I couldn't help it. "If anything, you look like that Romanian singer, Inna." Her dark locks were clearly visible even in the pitch black of my room and her sharp jaw line with prominent brows and birth mark were unmistakeable. "If you wish so, then I am." I couldn't get myself to speak anymore as I was starting to hyperventilate and my heart was catching what felt like foamy palpitations, that felt dangerous. From this moment on, no more words were needed though.

She extended her left arm, took out a razor and with one sharp movement of her other hand, she slit her wrist at an uncomfortable depth. Before I could say anything, she moved her wrist to my lips and to my utter shock, I snapped like a savage never before tasting anything reminiscent of a food before. In a matter of seconds I started rocking back and forth at a speed that felt like I am about to rip my spine out from the utter strength of my muscle contractions while making "Yum, yum" noises I couldn't control, filling the entire room with goofy sounding echo of never ending "yums", until I realized I am probably taking too much of her and I stopped, giving her back her hand with a look of astonishment, I knew was more than just easy to read.

She looked at her hand, startled at first and then added, "I thought you tore my wrist apart, but there's hardly a mark. You must be a royal or something." She meant two dots next to her slit wound, that were resembling two little needle pricks I had no idea I was capable of creating. With a brisk movement her wound was gone and so was her smile when she looked at me with a deep stare I couldn't decipher.

Next thing I knew I was laying naked on a leather sofa using her bare knees as a pillow. She pointed to clothes on the iron table before me and I clothed myself in fancy chino trousers and shirt that felt really nice on my skin. I gave her a questioning gaze and she replied with a smirk, that felt wild. She took me by the hand and we ventured into an open space filled with steamy pools reaching several floors up, and most likely down as well. We ran past about three of them and then we took a sharp turn right to a space with a gigantic hot tub, couches and a crafty wooden bed with silk sheets she took me towards leading me with my hand in hers. We took down our clothes and she sat naked right in front of me, her back leaning on a wall padding, her eyes glowing like two little torches and her legs spread wide. I felt a mixture of a wild anticipation and confusion as I had no idea how to mount her at this angle without breaking my spine, so out of lack of better ideas I asked her for a position more likely to succeed and I watched her back bend under the rhythmic waves taking us both over the edge until I noticed her breathing goes ever so slightly louder until her loud gasp brought me to a finish, that somehow ended my dream.