 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Blogroll Me! |
Sunday, May. 01, 2005 - 12:12 Cemetery: A Nightmare Hello gentle Reader. In the dream, I found myself walking through the cemetery in which Michael is buried, only it was far larger then I recall. Headstones and monuments filled my vision for as far as the eye could see, crowded together so densely that it was like fighting your way through some petrified jungle. I was searching for Michael’s gravestone. But unable to find it, I found myself filled with despair and panic: ’I’ve lost him…! Where is it? I’ve lost him…!’ Then I stumbled upon an eerie sight; Simon was perched like some kind of carrion bird, on a headstone. His dark, hooded eyes were fixed on me. He remarked, in his oh-so reasonable and quiet voice: “It’s over here.” I looked at the tombstone he was sitting on. But it wasn’t Michael’s, it was my own. It had my name on it and the dates of my birth and subsequent death – although now, I cannot recall the date it indicated I died. What was etched on the headstone went something like this: ’Here Lies Jay Kerin Staring at the headstone, I felt disorientated and confused and frightened. Then Simon spoke again: “Jay…? Jay…? You awake…? You’re not supposed to be here.” I looked at him again and then his arms stretched out to me; they’d become impossibly long and flexible, as if made of rubber, and the skin and flesh had rotted away exposing the bones. I backed away from his reaching hands then started running, but his arms, like serpents, followed me… they somehow divided – two became four, four became eight, and so on, until there seemed to be thousands of them, chasing me amongst the headstones… I woke from the dream at around 1am this morning, or thereabouts, with something of a start. It was remarkably vivid; I can still hear the sound of Simon’s skeletal, serpentine arms as they slithered through the dry grass and across the ground of the cemetery…
Copyright Jay Kerin 
< ? Screen Dream # >
|