Post by theredshadow on May 25, 2012 22:09:17 GMT -6
November 29
The dreams are coming more often now. Almost every night by this point. In them I see myself, or someone that looks a lot like me. It's sort of like looking through a screen mesh at a mirror; a hazy facsimile only barely mimicking my own actions. In fact, most nights the person in my dream is doing things I could never imagine doing myself. Evil things to people I love. Painful things.
But the worst of it is that I can't remember those people anymore. Were they family? Friends? Even my own companion on this journey right now? I can't remember! I beg for someone to stop me, to awaken me. I verge on madness and insanity until finally a beacon of light breaks through the murky grayness of my dreams. The strange and ethereal light shines from the south. Is that where we must go next? I wonder that as I finally break free of sleep and the ugliness that swims just under the surface.
South or not, first we must complete the trek to the east to New York City. Whatever lays ahead in the washed-out sunlight of the day is beginning to pale in comparison to what lays just beneath awareness and consciousness. Just behind whatever slides away when sleep takes over.
We must be going, the road awaits. We need to put some miles between us... and the darkness.
The dreams are coming more often now. Almost every night by this point. In them I see myself, or someone that looks a lot like me. It's sort of like looking through a screen mesh at a mirror; a hazy facsimile only barely mimicking my own actions. In fact, most nights the person in my dream is doing things I could never imagine doing myself. Evil things to people I love. Painful things.
But the worst of it is that I can't remember those people anymore. Were they family? Friends? Even my own companion on this journey right now? I can't remember! I beg for someone to stop me, to awaken me. I verge on madness and insanity until finally a beacon of light breaks through the murky grayness of my dreams. The strange and ethereal light shines from the south. Is that where we must go next? I wonder that as I finally break free of sleep and the ugliness that swims just under the surface.
South or not, first we must complete the trek to the east to New York City. Whatever lays ahead in the washed-out sunlight of the day is beginning to pale in comparison to what lays just beneath awareness and consciousness. Just behind whatever slides away when sleep takes over.
We must be going, the road awaits. We need to put some miles between us... and the darkness.