When I slept last night to this morning I had a... Dream?... Nightmare?... Its hard to say which is which for it seems we get them mixed into one another.
But,
I was running. From something dark, something that seemed soo destructive that I, for some reason, feared it. It had no face. It had no voice. But it had eyes, disturbing white glowing eyes. Though it had no voice I could have sworn that I heard it beckoning me to come to it's ominous call. But I didnt I just ran. I was running in a city that seemed to have no life, black, white, and gray were its life blood. I was now being persued down an alley, there was a damn garbage truck blocking the exit of the alley... Damn it... I opened the door and crawled through, then I made it to the driver's door but for some reason the door didn't budge. The creature was getting closer. As if desperation gave me some derived strength I busted the window with a powerful punch. I crawled through the window only to find a fence blocking my way. Before I hit the ground I grabbed the roof the truck and pulled myself ontop of it and jumped over the fence. I kept running, the cars were stuck in place it was in a traffic jam, dodgeing cars I was desperately trying to put more space between me and the creature. After running till it felt like my body was filled with nothing more than acid I stood in front of a cathedral. Hopeing for salvation I must have went in. I went up high in the tower. Way up in the tower. I looked down from the perch and the creature was persistent, it started to climb up the tower. I turned and saw a door... A door? I opened it and it appeared to be a bath room, there was someone on the floor with a gun. Suicide. I knew this person well, but now she is forgotten? But I knew that I loved her.
Why is it she is in my dreams/nightmares? It drives me insane. And its truly sad that if I loved I should remember her name... How stupid... Back to the dream/nightmare.
I then picked up the gun and looked at myself in the mirror. The light flickered and then I saw the creature in the mirror, approaching fast towards me. I looked at her once more and then I looked back in the mirror... Couldn't wait to die, why? Was I that afraid of that? I put the gun in my mouth, hesitating, the creature's darkness was starting to wrap around me trying to pull the gun from me so it can devour a living host. But I ripped my arm away from it and put the gun back in my mouth... And pulled the trigger. Just then I woke up.
Staring at the ceiling, I couldnt move anywhere else. But I felt relieved to be awake again.
 Langendorfer · Wed Jan 30, 2008 @ 02:40am · 0 Comments |
