My mind is elsewhere, about to be sacrificed to some black god
I don't know why my dreams are so vivid lately.
Or why I can remember them so well, or for that matter why I wake up with the shakes and in a cold sweat. I can't tell you why, all I know is that I need to get them out of my head before they devour me.
Last night I woke up five seperate times. I know this because I glanced at the glowing red numerals on my alarm clock each time. I'm evading, aren't I?
The first couple dreams I had centered around this dark haired woman. She had long curly hair and was wearing a off-white sweater. She was in her home sipping coffee or tea. But something was wrong. I saw the man coming up behind her tall and dark and I screamed at her but no noise came from my throat. It was as if it had all dried up, and my legs were locked I couldnt move and she couldnt see me. But I saw everything. He killed her and I could do nothing but watch. The dream repeated over and over the only variation being the way the man in black killed the woman. The last one I had, was differant. I wasn't just an onlooker on the murder. The man could see me, and was coming after me to kill me just like he did her. Through my window. With a knife. The dream seemed so real that when I awoke I ran out of my room afraid that the man in black was in there. In MY room.
I'm being silly right? It's just a crazy dream. I'm just being ridiculous. Right?
Or why I can remember them so well, or for that matter why I wake up with the shakes and in a cold sweat. I can't tell you why, all I know is that I need to get them out of my head before they devour me.
Last night I woke up five seperate times. I know this because I glanced at the glowing red numerals on my alarm clock each time. I'm evading, aren't I?
The first couple dreams I had centered around this dark haired woman. She had long curly hair and was wearing a off-white sweater. She was in her home sipping coffee or tea. But something was wrong. I saw the man coming up behind her tall and dark and I screamed at her but no noise came from my throat. It was as if it had all dried up, and my legs were locked I couldnt move and she couldnt see me. But I saw everything. He killed her and I could do nothing but watch. The dream repeated over and over the only variation being the way the man in black killed the woman. The last one I had, was differant. I wasn't just an onlooker on the murder. The man could see me, and was coming after me to kill me just like he did her. Through my window. With a knife. The dream seemed so real that when I awoke I ran out of my room afraid that the man in black was in there. In MY room.
I'm being silly right? It's just a crazy dream. I'm just being ridiculous. Right?