Tuesday, May. 11, 2004 - 09:29

Hey there gentle Reader.

Woke up a couple of hours ago after a visit to 'Nightmare City’. On climbing into bed hours ago, I couldn’t sleep. There were a variety of reasons – first I had an exacerbation, a fairly nasty one that lasted over 2 hours. When that was over, then my mind decided to fuck with me, going over and over again things which… well, things I’d rather not go over and over again.

But at some point I closed my eyes and an instant found myself falling through black, empty space. It was wild, uncontrolled falling, and I was filled with terror. When the sensation of plummeting was over, I found myself in the hallway of my apartment…. Only, things looked decidedly different.

It was gloomy… the hallway walls seemed scarred, and the hallway itself stretched on ahead of me (and behind me) for miles. I looked behind me, towards the directions of the bedrooms. I could hear a horrible sound echoing from that direction…. Ragging breathing, gasping…. Choking sounds that made my stomach sting with bile.

…. Whatever the Hell was back in that direction, I knew with utmost certainty that I didn’t want to be anywhere near it…

And so I began to run in the opposite direction, towards the entrance/foyer of the apartment. But like I said, the hallway had grown impossibly long. And the more I ran, the louder the ghastly sounds behind me grew, which now included muffled sobs and screams. But something else was taking my attention; the walls, the scarred walls of the hallway…. The scars were erupting, and from within these wounds emerged knives… dozens and dozens of knives. But not only from the walls, they also sprang from the ceiling and the floor – meaning I had to duck and weave to avoid being lacerated.

“No more Second Chances, Jay,” came the voice from behind. I took a second to look over my shoulder and saw Simon standing at the end of the hallway. He looked different; taller, broader… his head seemed too big for his body. He had this god-awfful grin on his face, and it revealed that instead of teeth he now had row after row of serrated knives embedded in his gums. In his right hand he held another knife.

He came towards me, seeming to grow even larger as he approached, while I seemed to be making little if any progress, attempting to flee down the hallway (don’t you hate that when it happens in dreams?!).

I remember screaming for help, until my throat was raw and pained. Behind me Simon was taunting me, but I can’t remember now exactly what he was saying. I do remember one thing he said that was especially disturbing: “Jay… I bought these knives for you, to show you I care about you…”

I got to the foyer somehow and threw open the door only to find that it didn’t lead out of the apartment at all; instead I was looking into my own bedroom, watching Simon as he sat on top of me, pillow in his hands, smothering me… while I could hear the Other Simon catching me up from behind…

Woke up at about that point crying my Goddamn eyes out and sweating profusely…. Didn’t get back to sleep...

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