Dream part 1
The dream took place, as I have stated earlier, here in my hometown of Winston-Salem. It was an unusually dark morning, the clouds laden of foreboding, the air cold and crisp with each deep breath; but for some reason untold, there was something wrong with that morning, something not right about the air, the sounds, the world. At first I could not place my finger on it, it would allude me every time, but then it came to me…
This one thing that I have been missing the most important key to my confusion, it was Death that was in the air that January sunrise. I could feel death approaching slowly and from every dark shadow it placed it horrible gaze upon me. I could feel Death’s cold hand reaching out for me, to take me in it’s dark embrace. Though, instead of Death coming for me as one would think, it sent its demons for me. The grotesque screams bellowing from afar. The hideous howls of a thousand mad men coming for me, to take me into their hell and do god knows what to me.
As I traveled on noticing that I was alone in this damned town, things slowly started to change before me. The streets, they became harsh and barren. The world around me seemed to lose life and fade to decay. I knew then that my sins are horrible as they are has now come to claim my soul. I wandered aimlessly through my town looking for a sign of some sort but only to find things growing darker, and nightmarish. The world, covered in blood-rusted metal and a fog that smelled of death. Symbols of a religion I only heard rumors about as a child.
Can this be real?
Am I going insane?
I know I cannot be the only person seeing this.
Where is everyone?
I continued to move on and that is when I got my first real allusion of fear, my first healthy dose of terror filling my mouth with its bittersweet taste. That is when I saw one of the many fiends that have come to claim my diseased heart.
This one thing that I have been missing the most important key to my confusion, it was Death that was in the air that January sunrise. I could feel death approaching slowly and from every dark shadow it placed it horrible gaze upon me. I could feel Death’s cold hand reaching out for me, to take me in it’s dark embrace. Though, instead of Death coming for me as one would think, it sent its demons for me. The grotesque screams bellowing from afar. The hideous howls of a thousand mad men coming for me, to take me into their hell and do god knows what to me.
As I traveled on noticing that I was alone in this damned town, things slowly started to change before me. The streets, they became harsh and barren. The world around me seemed to lose life and fade to decay. I knew then that my sins are horrible as they are has now come to claim my soul. I wandered aimlessly through my town looking for a sign of some sort but only to find things growing darker, and nightmarish. The world, covered in blood-rusted metal and a fog that smelled of death. Symbols of a religion I only heard rumors about as a child.
Can this be real?
Am I going insane?
I know I cannot be the only person seeing this.
Where is everyone?
I continued to move on and that is when I got my first real allusion of fear, my first healthy dose of terror filling my mouth with its bittersweet taste. That is when I saw one of the many fiends that have come to claim my diseased heart.