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Wednesday, Mar. 23, 2005 - 06:01 If Thine Eye Offends: A Nightmare I wake from what I believe is a nightmare to find myself lying in gloom. The gloom rolls back, like mist… I realise I’m in my bedroom, on my bed. I’m drenched in sweat and my heart is racing. I go to move but realise I can’t; I’m tied down – my hands are tied at the wrists to either side of the bed, my ankles similarly bound, and whatever has been used to bind me is sharp and punctures and tears my skin. He walks through the bedroom door and comes and stands by my bed. “Jay… Jay… you awake…?” he asks. I’m looking up at him. He is a picture-postcard of ’normality’; a pleasant, even quite handsome face. My earlier fear has turned to borderline panic. I look to my right wrist, struggling against the bonds. I see that he has tied me down with a length of barbed wire, which is chewing through skin and flesh. The pain is excruciating, yet my fear won’t allow me to just lay down and do nothing. I go to speak, to beg, and implore – whatever it will take to appease or appeal to him… only to discover that nothing will come out of my mouth… I realise with sick horror that my tongue is missing; a twisted, ruin stump that still stings with the copper-ish taste of blood is all that remains. I am fighting back tears. “I’m going to get my Ph.D.… I’m going to finish my project…” he says in his soft, reasonable voice in a light, conversational manner. He climbs on top of the bed, sitting on my abdomen/pelvis. He looks down at me, brow furrowed. I see he has a thin, curved, surgical-looking blade in his right hand. “No-one will know it was me... they’ll all think you did it to yourself,” he said. “But I’m going to keep your skin, Jay, and your eyes. That’s only fair, because you made me do this… you left me and you wouldn’t take my Gift…” Simon’s left hand reached out to one of my eyes and it was obvious what he was intending to do; to pluck it from it’s socket… …. At which point, I woke up.
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