Post by scribbliz on Oct 21, 2012 22:28:10 GMT -5
I wrote this just cuz in my blog, but am posting it here, and addign to it. I will keep adding as I go....it is under "other" because I dont'know what it is yet.
the water whispers softly, a gentle lull ona summer's day. I can feel the wind, warm fingers through my hair. The golden sun glints and gleams, reflected in the waves as it sets. The sand is warm, soft, and comforting. I bask in the heat of the day, and I can feel the tension slowly sliding away as the warmth seeps in. The sounds of the world around me, and I am transported into my dream. I haven't seen this dream since I was a child, yet I remember every detail. The colours are vivid, the sounds unreal. I open my eyes, knowing I am dreaming, knowing what I will see. The darkness breaks as dawn arrives. The sun rising, over the western boarder. This red sun, rising in the west, is wrong. It feels malevolent, violent. But it's just the sun? The sand under my feet is course now, rough. I know I'll have to run soon, and I know that my feet will stain the sands red. I can feel it coming now. The shadow that haunts my dreams. The terror of my childhood floods back to me, and I know IT is hunting me. I turn to run, but it won't be enough. I'll run until my feet bleed, and then keep running. I cannot stop, yet I will never be able to run far enough or fast enough. The shadow is hunting me, always, and I cannot escape.
I can feel the sand cutting into my feet now, stripping the skin from my flesh. The pain is unbearable, but I cannot stop. The shadow haunts my every move; the darkness seeks to claim me. There is a breath of coldness behind me, and I can feel it clutching me. The pain in my feet grows worse, overwhelming me. I know what happens next, I know the pain that is coming, yet I cannot turn my step; I cannot avoid the stone that sends me fallign headlong into the sands. I try to scramble to my feet, but I am too slow. I am always too slow. The shadows surround me, pulling at me, pushing and pinching and freezing me. I open my mouth to scream, only to feel the darkness shove it's way past my teeth and tongue, to try to find a way INSIDE me. I can feel it there in my throat, cloying, thick, and I cannot breath! I start to choke, my body trying to expel this dark invader, but the spasm only draw the darkenss deeper. My terror mounts, beyond anything I have felt in my waking world. And the dream shatters.
I wake on a beach, much like the one from my dream. Only the sands here are warm, and the water is golden, reflecting the setting sun. I can see colours flair in the sky, as the sun sinks slowly beyond the sea. The air is warm, the sand soft, but I am cold. I stand slowly to my feet, and gather my belongings. I walk to my car, dread dogging my every step. It has been years since I have seen this dream; I haven't felt this fear since I was a child. But I remember it well, vividly; and I wonder what has changed since then? What have I lost, or gained, that has opened me back up to the shadows of my mind?
the water whispers softly, a gentle lull ona summer's day. I can feel the wind, warm fingers through my hair. The golden sun glints and gleams, reflected in the waves as it sets. The sand is warm, soft, and comforting. I bask in the heat of the day, and I can feel the tension slowly sliding away as the warmth seeps in. The sounds of the world around me, and I am transported into my dream. I haven't seen this dream since I was a child, yet I remember every detail. The colours are vivid, the sounds unreal. I open my eyes, knowing I am dreaming, knowing what I will see. The darkness breaks as dawn arrives. The sun rising, over the western boarder. This red sun, rising in the west, is wrong. It feels malevolent, violent. But it's just the sun? The sand under my feet is course now, rough. I know I'll have to run soon, and I know that my feet will stain the sands red. I can feel it coming now. The shadow that haunts my dreams. The terror of my childhood floods back to me, and I know IT is hunting me. I turn to run, but it won't be enough. I'll run until my feet bleed, and then keep running. I cannot stop, yet I will never be able to run far enough or fast enough. The shadow is hunting me, always, and I cannot escape.
I can feel the sand cutting into my feet now, stripping the skin from my flesh. The pain is unbearable, but I cannot stop. The shadow haunts my every move; the darkness seeks to claim me. There is a breath of coldness behind me, and I can feel it clutching me. The pain in my feet grows worse, overwhelming me. I know what happens next, I know the pain that is coming, yet I cannot turn my step; I cannot avoid the stone that sends me fallign headlong into the sands. I try to scramble to my feet, but I am too slow. I am always too slow. The shadows surround me, pulling at me, pushing and pinching and freezing me. I open my mouth to scream, only to feel the darkness shove it's way past my teeth and tongue, to try to find a way INSIDE me. I can feel it there in my throat, cloying, thick, and I cannot breath! I start to choke, my body trying to expel this dark invader, but the spasm only draw the darkenss deeper. My terror mounts, beyond anything I have felt in my waking world. And the dream shatters.
I wake on a beach, much like the one from my dream. Only the sands here are warm, and the water is golden, reflecting the setting sun. I can see colours flair in the sky, as the sun sinks slowly beyond the sea. The air is warm, the sand soft, but I am cold. I stand slowly to my feet, and gather my belongings. I walk to my car, dread dogging my every step. It has been years since I have seen this dream; I haven't felt this fear since I was a child. But I remember it well, vividly; and I wonder what has changed since then? What have I lost, or gained, that has opened me back up to the shadows of my mind?