For what has been previously described as some sort of maze has yet again made it way back within the inner dark corners of my own subconscious and seems to have made it's home in my dreams. I find myself stuck again ... trapped and hopeless with a constant changing environment that all began with an urge to communicate with the other side.
Even as I write this, a heaviness looms around my body. Hard to breathe and strange noises and steps can be heard on the wood floors. Surrounding feeling of ice in parts of my body while heat taunts another. Bursts of paranoia and fear intertwined within my rational thought as I hopelessly try to make sense of what's happening
A man of young age, blonde hair and unclear intentions urges my help into seeing what lies beyond death. As I cannot recall the details between, I later find myself shouting at this man from the bottom on the stairwell to an upper-loft. Strange music flows from the opened door along with flashing lights as if from an unattended TV. Fear slowly creeps up my spine as I ascend the staircase. Each steps seems an eternity to take as I come within eyesight of a figure laying prone facing up with a sheet over it. The mumbled sounds of chanting tongues fill my ears as I stood in shock of what unknown means and ends to what is the scene I have found myself in.
No sooner had I begun to retreat to the stairs does this still figure rise swiftly , jumps toward me and grab at my hands while fear stifles my attempt to run. It's words are so clear
"Join us. "
Struggling for freedom and sanity, It's grip is broken and it slowly returns to it's prone position with what represents a smile and a synical laugh to follow. No sooner had I ran down the stairs did the building began to shift and trap me inside. Walls bending backwards as floors and ceilings lean towards its favor. In the midst of the delusions , I turn to see what was the man now some sort of creature in a white torn cloth climbing walls.
No sooner had the light been completely gone did I wake up in fear and anxiety. Speechless with hairs on high end as I lay still trying to decipher between reality and my dream.
Maybe there is no difference anymore.
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