AWAKE
I awake from a slumber in which I did not conceive. I’m unsure of where I’m at or what purpose I have with the image I see before my eyes. A grand opening cut or carved out of the side of a mountain that has no height to fathom. In the deep dark maw, I see a body of water that is black as night. I have gear equipped as if I am supposed to accomplish something. I am sure I must dive into the abyss to discover what is hidden beneath. I am drawn inside by perhaps not the will of my own but by something of unknown origin. I dive in the frigid water with oxygen on my back.
All I see is pure blackness stretching into the infinite space that occupies the cave. I must move forward. Must not falter by my own will in which I still do not understand. As I swim, I start seeing structures aligning the back wall of the cave. Massive columns line the walls and there is a multitude more of them behind. These ancient ruins resided in the unknown until my light captures the image of that moment in time. A type Of serenity fills the void in my mind momentarily. I feel as if I have seen this picturesque setting before. In a time when there was no concept of time.
As I move into a larger room with more columns, I see a black specter move in between the columns out of the corner of my eye. I think it was perceived in my mind in which I think I still have in an unknown realm. More of these specters appear in slight moments. I begin to hear shrieking. A sound of a banshee getting louder as I see more move in between the columns. After so much time in the cave, I begin to feel fear. In this exact moment I know I am alone. Facing demons that have no faces. I realize that I am no longer wearing my gear in which I depend on so much. I’m naked in the dark. The only light I see is the minuscule light coming from the cave entrance.
I swim in the cold murk watching the light grow larger as the shrieking gets louder. I see the end is near. I am going to make it out of this. The darkness moves in from behind me clouding the light. I hear the screaming of a thousand voices in my ears. Telling me about my fate. I now know it’s too late.
I awake.
NIGHTMARE
I awake from a slumber in which I did not conceive. I’m unsure of where I’m at or what purpose I have with the image I see before my eyes. A grand structure that appears to be infinite in all directions. Columns that are marble white, a patina like metallic silk. The visible spectrum is limitless yet nonexistent. I feel a euphoric calmness. I’m finally where I belong. The light is radiant among the infinite luminescence that move freely, like me. There are no individuals. There is no we. Only me. I know I have only one purpose in this paradise. Something that words structured by syntax cannot describe. The shadows that enter through the dark void must be consumed by the inevitable. Consumed by the inevitable. By the inevitable. Th….eee…in….evi…tab……ble……….
I awake from a slumber in which I did not conceive. White rock encompasses this room. I peer into the darkness contrasted by the light. I know not what resides past the light for we do not go there. I know that I am here for a reason but I have no memory. Dark shadows permeate from the void into the pearly white. They leech off of the light for their own gain. But the light needs consumption. Aliens binding their own fate. My light consumes their darkness like a shadow on the sun. Forms of calcium fall onto more deteriorating forgotten calcium. I feel familiarity as if I have experienced the same fate. Images of ancient columns among the black fill the void in my mind which has long rotten away. Voices join the thousands that reside behind the columns. I know them. I know those shadows…….I know…..those shadows……they are me now. Who am I? Who was-
I awake from a slumber in which I conceived. I know the image I see before my eyes. Nothing. I’m naked in the dark. I’m surrounded by hydrogen and oxygen where I can no longer drown. Pure calcium is what structures my very being. Shrieking from banshees who are one encompasses the sound waves that do not exist. The multitude of columns have no visual but stand in infinity. I see a minuscule light in which I can never reach. The light diminishes and never appears again. I can no longer find my contrast. I sold my soul talking. I’m alone among the dead who speak. Emptiness is all I care. My bones lie bare. I cannot awake in this reality.
My nightmare.
