Writing a dream I had last night
Aug 11 2014
It happened again. That cursed dream that has haunted my sleeping hours as a shark might circle its terrified prey. It circles around me slowly, as if assessing how to dig itself deeper in my life. I recall the dream vividly, even in the later hours of the day, for it has woken me time, time, and time again. Here i place this nightmare into wordS, so that one day, one might be able to read back, and see the fear buried beneath my skin, and the madness buried deep within my mind. Pity the soul, who this madness befalls. For they too may find themselves haunted by such dreams.
I wish to state before telling the story of this dream, that i believe this nightmare to be entirely my fault. My reinvolvement in god forsaken actions, such as the attempt to communicate with creatures beyond our world, along with the investment of time i have placed in "Jynxs" are likely to be the causes of such cursed thoughts. May my mind find ease in relieving itself here.
My dream begins in a dark alley, or cave, or sometimes a large sewage system every time. Always it is dark, and wet. My breath often fogs on the air before me. Last night i was in a long tunnel, with a tattered red brick floor. Soft puddles of dank, still water collected between the brim me and occasionaly in chips or indents in the brickS. This cave, or tunnel, or whatever god forsaken contraption i may have been in, was deathly cold, and upon the stil air hung a rotting scent that infiltrated my nostrils mercilessly. One could only imagine the fear that was bestowed upon myself, causing my heart to jump into my throat, and my breath to come in short, forced, shaky chokes.
The only thought that my putrid mind seemed capable of producing was that i simply was not safe here, and needed to move. The question wasn't of wether to or not to run, but more so of which way.
