Wednesday, Sept. 28, 2005 - 14:29

Hello gentle Reader.

Last night and this morning were quite busy, as far as the Dream Life is concerned. There were 3 that I remember, to varying degrees.
Dream 1:
I found myself standing at one of the inner city train station, along with dozens and dozens of other commuters, who were standing about in small clutches, or on their own, or sitting at available benches.

And then I was standing at the edge of the platform, looking out across the railway tracks. Suddenly there were arms around me and I could feel a body pressing up against me, holding me tight.

Simon’s voice hissed in my right ear: ”No more Second Chances…”

He threw me forward; I stumbled and tumbled off of the platform and landed amongst the tracks, at which point I became aware of the sounding of an approaching train.

I got up and made for the platform, intent on clambering up the side to safety. But the height of the platform altered somehow: it stretched up so that I could scarcely reach it with my fingertips. I spied Simon standing there, staring down at me impassively. He stood on my fingers, grinding his boot in until I lost my hold.

I screamed for help, looking up at the people standing on the platform, but they didn't seem to hear me or be aware of what was going on...

Looking down the track, I saw the train fast approaching. My body felt as though it would burst with panic and terror, so I threw myself at the platform one more time. But the last thing I recall is the sensation of the train hitting me, and it seemed that every bone in my body splintered into millions of tiny fragments… at which point I woke up.
Dream 2:
There was a second dream, some time later, but the images have all but faded completely. I can only recollect the memory of Simon standing in front of me, his face flecked and streaked with dark blood, while in his right hand he held my pillow.

I knew it was mine because of the pillowslip; blue and white with a motif of fish swimming across it. I also recall that it was stained with vomit.

As for the third dream, well that was a ’re-run’ -- it was this nightmare again, which I first had back in July of last year. No discernable difference to it….

Sleeping sucks.

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