One of those stupid dream entries again
There's something going on that I can't explain, but it's dangerous. There's someone who lives in the device. She's indestructible, really, because the device isn't all she is. The other shoots the device and she taunts them, letting them know the device is protected, and anyway she can transfer herself to even the machines in that shed over there.
It's dark in the hallway behind what might be me. What holds my perspective is running upwards in a spiral through white hospital-like hallways. Out the windowed wall darkness spreads across the city in a spiral pattern, blinking out the lights. It's after us, me, you, her, whatever. Things. Entity.
It's not clear what. The hit comes as a glancing blow across the face, knocking her aside. The darkness flows and boils, but isn't following anymore, not consuming not yet. The pain...but there is no voice. The jaws lock and the throat closes despite fighting to scream. Choking, drowning...
One eye is gone in the reflection, ebony black and cold. The skin is marked, darkened. Where it hit is cold, numb, heavy. You can only feel the edges of it on your face, it's like a cold metal weight where it hit you.
There's someone else here, he's marked as well, across the face. Across the other eye. He's given into it. Is that why it no longer pursues? Are you done?
I can still feel the weight on my face wrong and cold when I'm outside, trying to still get away. The daylight is dead, but safer. There is a nest of birds in the window over the bed.
Deeper deeper in the nest are smaller birds, the weaker ones aren't cared for as much. You pull the small one out and it's soft, the dead eye weighs in your skull. Somehow you feel you should care for it, try to feed it and water it and nurse it to health. But there's a sick feeling of dread that it's dying. Tears fall icily from the dead eye. There's a sick feeling that no matter what you do, the bird won't make it.
Neither will you.
... ...
DAMN IT! Half my face still feels weird off and on, what the hell? Did I have a stroke while I was asleep?
At least it's not tornadoes.
Note, this was the right eye, not the left eye that I plucked out for the refugees in darfur from another weird dream sequence.