My Dream World
My dream world
I slowly drift in and out of sleep as obfuscated images dance in and out of focus. I find myself falling farther and farther into the darkness of oblivion where nothing is limited. How long will it last? I never know. Time appears to extend beyond all dimensions. The interstice between reality and fabrication widens, and out of the darkness a dim light forms. Objects begin materializing from beyond the ghostly shadows, and a vast new world is created.Looming in the infinite mist, a girl is inscribed in a desolate chamber. The walls consist of eternal night, and the flames of hell consume her. Her auburn hair is seared in the fire, and the blood pulsing through her veins begins to boil. I stood frozen on the fringe of the mist, unable to move my arms and legs. I looked down expecting to see a thousand pound weight tied to each of my limbs, but when I glanced...nothing. Fear threaded its ropes of uncertainty and caution throughout my body leaving me immobile. At this point, I could do nothing but watch and listen. The conflagration engulfed her body, and ate at her soul like a pack of famished wolves. Her shrill cries resounded off the walls, but the fire only grew hotter and more ferocious. A roar of relentless shrieks, screams, and yells (most of which weren't even hers and sounded as if they couldn't possibly belong to anything human) crashed into me like that of a raging sea against the jagged cliffs and rocks barricading it in. The world around me began to convulse, and then that's when it happened. It vanished...no light...no fire...no sound...only the feeling of complete nothingness.The naught continued for what seemed like an eternity. Was I floating in midair? My entire body was consumed by ambivalence. Finally, my stomach turned, and I was positive that I was falling. It started slowly at first, but then gradually increased in speed over time. I couldn't tell if I was going feet first, head first, or simply spinning in circles. The air
I slowly drift in and out of sleep as obfuscated images dance in and out of focus. I find myself falling farther and farther into the darkness of oblivion where nothing is limited. How long will it last? I never know. Time appears to extend beyond all dimensions. The interstice between reality and fabrication widens, and out of the darkness a dim light forms. Objects begin materializing from beyond the ghostly shadows, and a vast new world is created.Looming in the infinite mist, a girl is inscribed in a desolate chamber. The walls consist of eternal night, and the flames of hell consume her. Her auburn hair is seared in the fire, and the blood pulsing through her veins begins to boil. I stood frozen on the fringe of the mist, unable to move my arms and legs. I looked down expecting to see a thousand pound weight tied to each of my limbs, but when I glanced...nothing. Fear threaded its ropes of uncertainty and caution throughout my body leaving me immobile. At this point, I could do nothing but watch and listen. The conflagration engulfed her body, and ate at her soul like a pack of famished wolves. Her shrill cries resounded off the walls, but the fire only grew hotter and more ferocious. A roar of relentless shrieks, screams, and yells (most of which weren't even hers and sounded as if they couldn't possibly belong to anything human) crashed into me like that of a raging sea against the jagged cliffs and rocks barricading it in. The world around me began to convulse, and then that's when it happened. It vanished...no light...no fire...no sound...only the feeling of complete nothingness.The naught continued for what seemed like an eternity. Was I floating in midair? My entire body was consumed by ambivalence. Finally, my stomach turned, and I was positive that I was falling. It started slowly at first, but then gradually increased in speed over time. I couldn't tell if I was going feet first, head first, or simply spinning in circles. The air