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Friday, July 01, 2005
The color around my left eye seems to darken. Its sore and I know it’s bruised somehow. Last night… I dreamt about children being tortured. Torn to shreds by some kind of bizarre monsters. I saw them burned alive. I could feel each heartbeat. The panic. The fear. The pain. I was swimming through lava. Freezing cold. Hell was insufferable. I remember in the dark something was calling me. It spoke in words burned onto paper. I held my chest and tried to be strong, but I was alone. For the first time in my dream I admitted… “I’m afraid.” And it laughed. The laugh tore through me and froze my limbs. I was sobbing. Crying heavily… Why, why, why did he just stand there and yell. His bitter face. So cold. Why am I misunderstood? Why can’t you believe my foresight? Why is it just a dream to you? This isn’t a dream is it? In my weak mindedness I’ve opened a gate. It is following. Following. When I awoke my eyes were damp. Encrusted with salt. I had really been crying. My eyes continued to tear. Nerves shot. I’m fading out. Something lures me back. “I’m afraid.” I can’t fight… I can’t. |
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