Dreams in Nassar
I sit, and watch. All the while as they speak to one another, I hear voices not truly heard, but understood. Upon a table, there sits a head, and though I know the face, I can’t speak the name. Snakes coil around the wooden railings unseen by them. The world begins to dissolve, and only by sheer willpower am I able to stay sane. I can feel my eye tick, and it seems to be affected by this evil. Now, I stare into a doorway of a mighty tower. It soars miles high, and I know not where it leads. Then, it is over, and I am in my bed, soaked with sweat. My face is wet, and I can tell I’ve been crying in my dreams.
In the cold night air I walk the dim lit streets, searching for some escape from these visions. The voices crawl in the shadows, and I can’t see what is following me. I discover a magnificent building. Its familiar sign had once seemed a bizarre hoax, but now I fear it is my only sanctuary. The door opens, and I hear the crying of a woman. I search, and there, upon a strange black alter, she kneels. She wears a hooded robe, and I can’t see her face. I approach slowly, and she ends her weeping. Life is a dream, and its movement is sluggish as she turns toward me. I see now she has no face. There is nothing more than an endless void of madness where her head should be. Out of this void, a terrible scream shatters reality, and I cover my ears.
It’s raining in the park where I sit. The crimson drops hiss as they smack against the marble floor. Thunder rumbles, and lightning flashes, and I now stair into the eyes of a man I had met before, but had never known. He reaches his fiery hand to me, and with great hesitation do I place mine in his. Then, I awaken, afraid for my life. Upon my hand, a stinging burn in the shape of a seven.
In the cold night air I walk the dim lit streets, searching for some escape from these visions. The voices crawl in the shadows, and I can’t see what is following me. I discover a magnificent building. Its familiar sign had once seemed a bizarre hoax, but now I fear it is my only sanctuary. The door opens, and I hear the crying of a woman. I search, and there, upon a strange black alter, she kneels. She wears a hooded robe, and I can’t see her face. I approach slowly, and she ends her weeping. Life is a dream, and its movement is sluggish as she turns toward me. I see now she has no face. There is nothing more than an endless void of madness where her head should be. Out of this void, a terrible scream shatters reality, and I cover my ears.
It’s raining in the park where I sit. The crimson drops hiss as they smack against the marble floor. Thunder rumbles, and lightning flashes, and I now stair into the eyes of a man I had met before, but had never known. He reaches his fiery hand to me, and with great hesitation do I place mine in his. Then, I awaken, afraid for my life. Upon my hand, a stinging burn in the shape of a seven.