Dream Grimoire Episode 2

I am Anthony DeNozo from the CBS television show NCIS. Except in the dream, I look like me. The cast of NCIS just keeps calling me "Tony."

I am supposed to be a stand-in for a mob stool pidgeon in some kind of sting operation, so I am supposed to pretend to hide out in this safehouse and wait for the mob to kidnap me. Catch is, I have to be naked. I'm not sure why I need to be naked, but the sting operation won't succeed and the mob won't buy my identity if I am not thoroughly naked when they arrive to abduct me.

So I am waiting around naked, assuming this very humiliated pose. Agent Gibbs is hiding around a corner waiting to shoot the mob dude who comes to get me. Some guy does eventually arrive. He looks like an extra from a Sonny Chiba movie. White guy with moppy hair and a mustache in a Johnny Cash-style black cowboy get up. Some mob enforcer.

Anyway, the guy actually succeeds in kidnapping me, much to Agent Gibbs chagrin (I am imagining this part, but vividly, based on the show). I think before the mob guy does this, he tortures me or kicks me in the balls or something. I have a distinct memory of something particularly gruesome and painful happening to my naked body.

When I wake up, I am tied to a bed in a small unfamiliar room. My arms are free but I can't move anything else and I can't free myself. I look at my palms. They are covered with blood--in the dream I recognize this as an irrational proxy stigmata. The words "I bear the stigmata" keep running through my head. I find myself deeply horrified.

Next, something invisible, heavy, and very alive tries to sit on my chest and suffocate me. I can't breathe. I can see the thing, strangely, even though it is invisible. I can see it with a sense that is not sight.

It has no head when it looks at me.

I am moaning or gagging and I wake up, still moaning rather fearfully.