Saturday, Apr. 23, 2005 - 10:46

Hello gentle Reader.

Over the past week or so there has been a spate of ‘new’ dreams, all with similar features; I find myself in a town that is partially in ruins, as if some disaster has rendered it in two. The survivors seem terrified, and speak of something that lurks on the outskirts of the town… I look in the direction to where on of the people is pointing and see dark mountains in the distance, and then a living shadow rises up between the mountain peaks and fills the sky.

The Dark Thing moves with intelligence towards the ruined town like some ethereal bird of prey. The people scram and panic, seeking out places to hide… I find an old furnace and open the grilled door, but spy a large white and grey striped cat hiding inside. I don’t have the heart to turf the animal out and thus surely be devoured by the Dark Thing, so I decide to sacrifice myself so that the cat may live… and the dream ends.

In another dream, it was a large modern city that was in ruins. The scenario was much the same; ragged survivors and a sense that something evil and hungry was coiled, laying in wait, within the rubble of ruined buildings and darkened streets.

And once again, this non-corporeal Dark Thing did indeed rise into the sky, looming large and so cold that the air around it bit with millions of tiny, frosty teeth.

We scrambled, looking for places to hide… but the hidey-hole I'd located was already taken by a small boy. I was out of time to find anywhere else to hide, and of course I would not expose the small boy to the Horror, so I just waited for the Dark Thing to take me…

The dream I woke from this morning was more like my ‘normal’ fare; I was running to the living room, from which I could hear strange, strangled screaming. When I got there, I found my 3 cats…. They had no fur, no skin… they were twitching and jumping and walking backwards, shaking their heads and mewling insanely, sounding for the entire world like babies being tortured… their screams were unbelievably piercing and chilling at the same time.

I tried to chase after them, to scoop them up … but they ran off screaming in a state of extreme distress. Following them down the hallway, towards the bedrooms, I lost them as the hallway’s design shifted and changed; sometimes it was unnaturally wide, sometimes it was unnaturally narrow, and it would twist and corkscrew in peculiar directions.

And then I find myself lying on my bed and Simon was astride of me. I went to speak, to move, but could do neither; all I could do was look up at him. He was wearing ‘scrubs’, the traditional green garb you might see a doctor wearing in surgery.

He had a scalpel in his right hand. He put the blade to the bottom of my throat and cut straight down to my abdomen; curiously, there was no pain, yet I could feel the skin split open.

The images then blurred a little… but I remember that Simon was putting things into my chest… he was stuffing me, as if I were a toy; the twin ceramic cats, he’d once given me long ago, were amongst the items he placed inside my chest cavity.

“You’re going to keep them… take them with you. How can I find you otherwise?” he said. “These are Gifts, Jay, ok? You’re going to keep them.” The he held up a large jar filled with scuttling creatures… they appeared to be spiders, but they were made from jagged bits of glass. He tipped the jar over and they spilled into the wound. The pain was incredible! It burned like fire and my body shook with agony.

“A Gift… you can’t send it back,” he said. “It’s not what I wanted to give you, but it’s close enough for now…”

At which point I woke up… only to find my leg in Uber Pain Mode, and subsequently had an exacerbation/convulsion…

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