March 4, 2010

• Nightmare Revisited (5th year mark)

  I have done this many times before, and sometimes, I wonder what the attachment to this post is, but alas… I may as well signify its official 5th anniversary, and then allow it to drift into the abyss whence it came, and never bring it back to the surface again, for any reason. I shall make this pact with myself at this very moment.
  
  Almost exactly 5 years ago, I had a rather lucid, rather unique nightmare, which seemed to just stick in my subconscious. If you would have asked me 5 years ago, I would have treated it with mysticism and would have expected some odd series of events to follow suit. In truth, I tricked myself into thinking it was some big plot point or something likewise, and it surely wasn’t helped by the fact that I was messaged days later by a very intrusive individual who claimed that I was being stalked by vampires. Of course, I won’t leave out that I endured a rather nasty experience akin to what one would call a ‘psychic attack’, but I don’t expect the athiests reading to take any thing I have to say with any seriousness. Its your job to be cynical, as it is mine to be existential.
  
  Anyhow, this is the exact Xanga post from precisely 5 years ago explaining the dream,..as it was originally written, . in a very teenage fashion. Enjoy (or not.)
  

  
  “I found myself standing in a hellish place, the sky was bright in a panorama of orange yellow and red. The ground was similar to that inside an aqueduct or a dungeon sewer, with platforms of cobblestone and dark tiles organized in a maze-like setting without walls, and trenches for the water. However, it wasn’t water within the trenches. It was blood. Thick, red, and begging to scare the hell out of anyone who wasn’t a vampyr or just straight up sadistic,… though I do admit, I wasn’t freightened, just really, really curious as to where the hell I was.
  
      I looked around myself, and saw a cloaked figure, walking away from me, as if leading me somewhere. Somehow, I knew it was a witch, or some type of sorceress. I went along and followed her, wondering who she was, and where she was leading me. I had the impression that the place I was at had to do something with a graveyard. I don’t remember why. I continued to follow her until she took a right, and walked slowly toward this circular platform with a pedestal on it. I also somehow knew that she knew I was following her.
  
      She walked behind the pedestal, and looked down upon it, where a strange red ruby box or figure was sitting, with a push-in switch on the top of it. She stared at it for a few seconds and then pressed it. When she did, this visible red aura of energy, like a bright glowing orb of webbing, emerged from it, and spread outward. It dissipated before it even touched me. I knew I was in a dangerous setting, with a witch-like woman I didn’t even know, with an object I wasn’t sure was for, but I was nowhere near afraid. I was curious. Still curious. I took a few steps forward and looked at the woman, trying to get a better look at her face. Finally, she looked up at me with an acknowledgable look, and for a few seconds, we just exchanged stares. Then…. the slowly began to grin, deviously,… and as she did, I noticed fangs.
  
       Then, in one swift motion, she pressed the switch again. This time, the aura of dark energy did not fail to encase me. When it did, I became paralyzed instantly. I felt the pressure around me thicken, and then, pain strick. I didn’t actually feel pain in my dream, but the impression of it told me that it was supposed to be painful. I began to quiver severely. I could feel my body begin to change. To what,… I don’t know. The ‘pain’ came over my entire body, and I tried to scream out, yet the paralysis and the muscle tension of the pain caused me to give out nothing by a ghastly groan. Then, thats when I fell unconsious in my dream, and I woke up.”

  There you have it. An excuse to fill in for recent inactivity on Xanga, and a means to express this odd piece of my clusterfuck of a subconscious for its last time.
  Perhaps I don’t have justice expressing myself in such a cynical or pessimistic fashion, but its certainly whatever.

  Comment,… or don’t.
  I’ll appreciate it either way.

  
  

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