The dreamy scariness of early morning darkness

March 4, 2008

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Tags: Atmosphere, Cold Sweats, Conscious Mind, Couch, Dreams, Feelings, Gold Buttons, Legs, Liquid Flow, Living Room, Mahogany Frame, Molecule, Morning Darkness, Nan, Rare Glimpses, Safety Features, Sleep, Sneaking Suspicion, Subconscious Mind, Time Period

So there I was…

It was an old house, very dark and shadowy. There was a lot of scared movement, seemingly coming from everywhere. A family, huddling in what I perceived to be the living room, or maybe in this time period what they might call a great room. I huddled with them, then all the sudden I felt a hot liquid flow from my chest and down my legs. I looked up, and there I was impaled on the ceiling….

In dreams it’s all over exaggerated, the feelings, the atmosphere, you inabilities…it all slows down till you can feel and taste every molecule of the entire situation. It was dark, and I mean dark. Only rare glimpses of anyone or anything seemed to survive in it. You knew it was the great room, or at least which room it was because it was your home one that your mind had built, so it was as familiar and the house you’ve lived your entire life in. They way you can move around in the darkness without bumping into a table or chair. But it was still slightly off. The couch, and this explains why I want to say it was a great room, was a tightly stitched red velor. Gold buttons edging along the bottom with a mahogany frame - oh it was a beautiful couch in the day light, but now it just seemed to sit there, shrinking and smelling musty. But who owns a couch like that anymore?

My sleep broke and all the sounds of my room came in, one at a time. But I was still connected to the dream. I was nervous, and it was getting worse because now, instead of the built in safety features of my subconscious mind, I could now inject and manipulate the dream with my groggy conscious mind. And there she was, while this dreams borrows heavily from Duma Key - it was exactly it. But the maid was there. Nan Melda, in the book she is good and in my dream I had the sneaking suspicion she wasn’t good, but not entirely bad - yet. But as nervous as I was feeling (no cold sweats or labored breathing) I brought one last thing in and that was what had killed me.

I can’t say for sure if I’ve ever been around a large quantity of blood before - but for some reason I know what it smells like, it all it’s hot almondy slightly metallic aroma. How, it’s anyone’s guess but it sits right there in the forefront of my mind’s nose ready to be called at a moments notice.

As I squatted to the left arm of the couch, it all happened in mere seconds. At one I was screaming, the other a gush of hot liquid spashed down my legs. The heat of it was almost scalding, but I could tell what I was without looking, it was blood alright, but I didn’t think it was mine. I didn’t feel anything, as in I didn’t feel anything that would have caused me to bleed that much. But maybe that was just it, it happened fast enough - or maybe I died too fast. That’s the only way I thought that I could still be huddled next to couch and see my self impaled to the ceiling. One eye bulging, a brass candle obra forcefully jammed into my gut. But why was I a girl, it seemed just vaguely strange. In Duma Key, one of the main characters was a girl and I imagined her in the same outfit I was wearing except I was older, my hair dangling down dripping blood into my own face.

Then it all focused on the last thing I had brought into this dream. The demonic ghost across the room that the maid was pointing at as seemingly trying to say something, but only her mouth moved - there was no voice. At any rate, there really wasn’t a good fix on the shape of the ghost or if it was anything more. It was just a central focus point of fear and that’s how it keep growing - the fear I mean. It was as if I was hearing myself saying behind a mirror in that great room “Alright, turn it up another notch and let’s see how much he can take”.

I knew I was just adding more ingredients to see what my level would cap out at. But I’m too smart for that, or at least I left it to easy to come out of, because that’s the moment I opened my eyes.

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