It has become obvious that my nightmares have become mere flashcards of a malicious nature by some other-wordly, unparalleled and ungodly anomaly whose tarnished and blackened tethers have seized my sanity and holds on.
Panic and confusion strike my very being and shakes my core as I see myself in a garage full of supplies and mechanical equipment . I turn continuously and to my surprise, a little girl is sitting to my left near the pale grey wall. Silent as she is; her presence is vibrant. No sooner do I see her does my focus turn to something strange. Everything begins to disappear as soon as it leaves my sight. In a blink of an eye the building is empty. As I turn the little girl, quiet and calm screams out a piercing cry and , just like that, she is gone.
Impulse kicks in overdrive as I run to make my way out of the pale colored building. But now, even as I run, I begin to become conscious of what I'm doing. As if I have resumed control of my own mind. I purposely tell myself to scream and that I want to hear it. On cue, I scream as I run out of the building.
Though no comfort comes from this realization, I soon find myself from one building into another. Images and signs of suicide fill this building with dread and misery and just as my curiosity peaks, I awake. Cold and anxious.
It is unclear to as what exactly this has begun to unfold, yet I am confident that whatever formless fiend that has made its way to my mind has some sort of purpose. As to what it is, only time will tell. I imagine the story will be told
Dream by dream
Nightmare by Nightmare.
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