Monday, May. 16, 2005 - 04:41

The dream starts as most of them do; I’m pinned to my bed and he is sitting astride of me. Simon is using his legs to hold my arms in place at my side. He looks down at me with an expression I cannot read.

His hands are resting almost casually on my chest. But I’m struggling and wriggling beneath him. Then I realise that I’m no longer laying upon my bed… or rather, it has changed; instead of a regular mattress and doona and so forth, it is now made entirely of coils of wire; barbed wire, regular wire, all jumbled together like metallic spaghetti…

Simon leans closer towards me, as if he’s about to say something. His lips part and then all his teeth just drop out of his mouth, leaving behind empty gums and a trail of drool.

I notice that the hairs on his arms are growing; only, they’re not hairs anymore – they’re made of wire… it snakes out of him, coiling, flexing as if alive, as if possessing consciousness. Wire emerges from his hands, from the tips of his fingers, like hungry roots seeking out water… I can feel the wire moving over me, and then penetrating skin, digging deep into muscle – the pain is horrendous.

I look at Simon and tried to speak, but tendrils of wire are wrapping themselves around my throat… I can scarcely manage to draw breath. He continues to look down at me, seeming so calm… I notice his gums are no longer empty; jagged bits of metal, odds and ends, misshapen and rusted, have emerged from his gums, giving him a terrifying and macabre grin.

I’m aware that the ‘bed’ of wire we’re on is moving… or that we are sinking into it… it seems as though some invisible spider is spinning a cocoon around us, only instead of a silk thread, it is cocooning us in biting, barbed wire. It wraps around us ever tighter as we sink into the ‘bed’… Simon appears utterly unaffected by this development; he just stares at me with those implacable, unreadable dark eyes… But I’m struggling and fighting the entire time, but just can’t seem to break free of the ‘cocoon’, and am finding it more and more difficult to breath.

I remember that one particular piece of wire, which had emerged from Simon’s hand, had snaked it’s way up my neck and actually slithered up my right nostril! It was a disturbing and frightening sensation, and seemed so incredibly real!

Then all of a sudden, I was awake in my bed, stuck in the middle of one of those throat ripping silent screams – you know the ones? You’re awake but you cannot move, and you’re screaming and screaming and screaming but no one can hear you because nothing comes out other than a tiny, hoarse whisper…

When the paralysis broke and I was ‘fully’ awake, I sat up and just burst into tears – for all the good that did! Guess I was just upset, tired and… well… angry. It seems so wrong that this ‘person’ (for want of a better word) is free and walking about Out There, untouched (seemingly) by what he has done…

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