[charloft] (THURS) Dreams and nightmares
The last dream I had was a nightmare…a prophetic one.
The thing to understand about my power is that I don’t see the future, not outright. The past determines the future, it shapes who we are and what we do. Add free will to the mix, and you have this volatile swirling darkness you’re staring into. Nothing is certain, nothing lasts…but at the same time, everything is possible. Anything can happen. It’s very good, and it’s very bad. It’s an easy place for The Darkness to reach me, and it has on more than one occasion.
The other night I dreamed about something that’s going to happen. Those dreams are dark and start out very quiet. Shapes form in the black, and I have to go damn near cross-eyed to see them. It’s frustrating, and not always rewarding.
I saw a dark tunnel, felt a floor collapse beneath my feet. I heard a woman scream, and I could smell dust and blood. Then there was something that slammed into me so hard it knocked me loose, woke me up.
I’m scheduled to escape a building slated for demolition in mid-July…and I think the dream I had just might’ve been about my death.
I hope to God I’m wrong.
The thing to understand about my power is that I don’t see the future, not outright. The past determines the future, it shapes who we are and what we do. Add free will to the mix, and you have this volatile swirling darkness you’re staring into. Nothing is certain, nothing lasts…but at the same time, everything is possible. Anything can happen. It’s very good, and it’s very bad. It’s an easy place for The Darkness to reach me, and it has on more than one occasion.
The other night I dreamed about something that’s going to happen. Those dreams are dark and start out very quiet. Shapes form in the black, and I have to go damn near cross-eyed to see them. It’s frustrating, and not always rewarding.
I saw a dark tunnel, felt a floor collapse beneath my feet. I heard a woman scream, and I could smell dust and blood. Then there was something that slammed into me so hard it knocked me loose, woke me up.
I’m scheduled to escape a building slated for demolition in mid-July…and I think the dream I had just might’ve been about my death.
I hope to God I’m wrong.