Tuesday, May. 31, 2005 - 10:54

In the dream I wake to find myself pinned to the wall above my bed. Simon is standing in front of me, on the bed. He’s holding a sewing needle in his hand. But instead of cotton being threaded through the eyelet, it’s a length of wire.

He is stitching me onto the wall, piercing the skin of my arms and somehow pushing the needle through the wall, then out, then back through the skin again. I try to call out, but nothing comes out of my mouth: I’m utterly mute.

With chilling concentration and focus, Simon continues to follow the edges of my body, as if tracing my silhouette, as he stitches me onto the wall.

I can hear a strange sound coming from outside, seemingly from the balcony. It sounds like the mewling of many cats; high pitched, long and drawn out, it is a somewhat disquieting chorus of cries.

“It’s the babies,” Simon remarks, as if reading my thoughts. “A Gift for you,” he adds thoughtfully, as he continues with his work.

There’s a commotion at the window – movement. Something is forcing its way through the wire screen and pushing itself past the blinds. I spy a number of white-grey figures scuttling through the opened window, dropping to the floor. The sound of the discordant mewling grows louder.

When Simon said ”It’s the babies… ”, I’d assumed he was referring to the 3 cats, for that is the term he’d often used to describe them. But in this case, in the dream, I realised he was being literal, for the strange white-grey figures that were scurrying around the room, defying gravity by crawling up the walls, were indeed babies.

There were dozens and dozens of the infants. All of them were crying in an unearthly fashion. And what made the sight of them even more frightening was the fact that they were clearly all dead; their skin was white-grey and somewhat shriveled over fragile bones, and their lips had shrunk back over toothless and blackened gums. Their eye sockets had sunk far back into their skulls, revealing black, empty, staring maws.

The babies seemed to move like spiders around the room…. Simon was undisturbed by their presence, but I was now beside myself and terrified. I struggled in vain to wrench myself from the wall.

“This is where you’re meant to be,” Simon informed me. “The babies will keep you company…”

At about this point, I woke up…

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