My dreams have become dark and strange. Walking without walking, seeing without seeing, I drifted in the night through absurd landscapes bathed in a light different from any that had ever touched my own eyes -- a color close to pale green shaded strangely sloped spires and soft rock formations that looked like twisted, sprouting trees. From the "trees" and among the rocks clung the most grotesque of sights, pulsing masses of biological material that twisted and shifted before me. Other beings were nearby -- I could sense them, but I could not see them -- and they beckoned without words or sounds for me to approach the mass. I was repulsed, yet intrigued for reasons I could not describe. As I drew closer, I realized the horrific truth: the mass was composed of humanoid bodies, broken, twisted and merged to form a pulsing, breathing, amorphous, half-living whole. Its sounds were deafening, a steady churning sound that hinted of digestion. The other beings urged me to touch it. I nearly did, until I could stifle my scream no longer. No sound issued from my mouth, though a sound could be "heard" -- a single, sustained note, musical in nature, almost as if from a harp or a piano. And I woke. I was exhausted. It was all so strange. And yet, the most unsettling element of it all was that it felt . . . familiar.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 16:36:14 +0000
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