throat and terror all over my
skin. Jumped straight up from
a sleeping position. But this
time there was no one I could
wake. I knew I didn't take my
pills earlier, against my wifes
advice. I was so sure I would
sleep fine and the nightmares
that rip me from sanities hold
would stay away. I was so
sure it was the other pills that
sent me to this land of
merciless horrors and not the
combination of pills that worked
on my subconscious.
dreamland I would hope not take me to another place where mercy had no meaning and screams were a
pointless sound.
This time I was wrong about those meds. And it was the magic mixture of drugs, from my pill box, that were
needed to keep me whole and sound. The wife was right and this is the reward I faced for my ignorant
stubbornness.
The ocean liner was out to sea and there were countless people on board, crowds of people
everywhere. It was a ship from a war where a tyrant led the lead. A man whose evil made all the demons of
Hell and earths past, seem minimal compared to his evil. He wore a mask of blood red and fitted so well on his
putrid face crawling with maggots and oozing with whites. A mask, the "Mask of the Red Death" would fear,
with more evil than it ever could conger on its worst day.
This thing, this abomination of the souls blackest horror, this night crawlers essence walked
with a gluttony attached to the soles of its shoes. Never was thirst for pain and furry content from the spill of
gore upon the floors of these decks. Those soles on his shoes would peal up with every step, almost
glued from the congealed matter of the victims he just slaughtered. His sword swished through the air with fine
cuts, outdoing the thin cuts of a slicing machine, on the finest setting it could make.
With speed and fast furry everyone in his path was diced, to a perfection only he could judge and
appreciate. Not a man, woman or child was spared from his sword and all one could do was hide and hope
their turn was not next, as a find. There was no other possibility in this dream. It was all about time, when it
would happen. To keep a watchful eye and keep on moving over that masses of gore and goop. Things were
finely diced that there was no chance of fear from discerning what body part was what. It all was the same, all
of it. It was one giant mass and that was all of it.
The air was filled with the sound of slice after slice of evil delight and the stench of fresh meat. The air was his
and never would be mine to hope for some hero to pull me out. No hero's lived in this dream. As I said, all I
could wish was that my time would come soon and fast and be over in a flash of his sword. But even with that
wish, that in death there would be freedom, I struggled on hope, that if I hid and could not be found, I could
escape this madness.
It was war time and all evil would be justified under his flag. It flew in the wind, soaked in the blood of his latests
victim. With each new kill fresh blood would splatter upon its designs, designs buried somewhere under it red
gore. Drips and drips of red blood fell to the sea, making the waters vibrant and tantalizing for the sharks that
eagerly waited below. Each drop was a delicacy savored and hungered for. If only they could get aboard, it
would be their greeting that our captain would delight in. For the edges and gnashing of their teeth was the
closest he could think, as equal to his own.
I hid behind metal. I hid behind flesh. I hid from the slaughter. But nowhere was safe. Nowhere. Nowhere!
Have you ever screamed with such intensity that only air came out and not a sound. My pitch was so intense.
Finally, when their was only piles and piles of carnage and gore left on deck from the hundreds of bodies on
board, it was my turn and there was no denying it. He flew with fury, up and down the deck frantically seeking
me out. So far, I had alluded him by burying myself in a pile of dead flesh. Each time this creature went to
another side of the ship, I'd scurry out from my gelatins red and searched frantically for another place to hide.
But fact as I saw it, only another mass of flesh could be found and slipped into. Sadly I went, as he approached
my side again.
This tale has no end and so I am here typing with fear that if I go to my sheets again, I'll be dragged back to the
place in that dream again. I only escaped the dream because he finally caught me. As I peaked out from the
mound of red, browns, whites and vile disgusting slaughter, a hand reached in and pulled me out, to face this
mask of the demons darkest cavern. As his sword lifted in the nights sky I could hear its swoosh, slice through
the air and I knew within seconds and no longer, I would be cut everyplace imaginable. But a second before
that blade touched my skin I yanked my arm from his grip
and bolted straight out of my bed. Like at attention at my sergeants command.
I had a frozen face of panic and fear, mixed with sweet, with that jolt. And
who was here to safe me, to hear my woes, to listen to this tale. Only you my dear reader. Only you.
I was out, but not safe. Only the darkness of my room greeted me from that dream. That and the wifes snore.
No way, would I be laying back down anytime soon, in a bed where another dream might suck me in. So I left
my room,
stepped outside my bedroom door and onto the landing above the living room. I walked gingerly down my
creaky staircase to my kitchen and to my pillbox, above our kitchens sink. I starred at the bottle, that forgotten
bottle from yesterday and wished I had never started this cure to what ailed me, on other occasions.
Sometimes the cure is worse than the ill.
How delicate my mental state is.
To think, that some pill could send me off to a place that's only boundaries are from, the metal of a sword.
I fear my dreams to much and what choices are left to me?
At this point of the night, who do I call for comfort and a kind word? Who do I write to?
Not as a post for sure. Not directly to another. No one would hold my hand
this time, no one would comfort me to sleep this time. So I left my wife sleeping, I just couldn't stand to hear,
"Honey! Didn't I tell you so.", so I'm here at the keys. And wondering?
Will anyone at the other end of the tales, care a fig about me and my tale?
Does anyone think that I'm less because I write in such a state? No matter, my only choice was to write it down
in hopes that it was better down here than in another dream, when my head hits the pillow again.
I took half the dosage instead of it all. And in the morning I'll take the other half and then the next day go back
to its full dosage. I pray, so deep, that another demon won't be waiting for me when my eyes close shut again.
But Mr. Sandman has left his baggage behind and want as I will, to hold my eyes open, they will not. Won't
someone hold my hand to sleep. The creases in my cheeks dig deeply into my features as I think that thought.
Ah screw it. I just must fall asleep and hope that this was enough of a cure to last me till the morn.
2:17AM
Oh Boogie Man. Oh Boogie Man.
Oh won't you go away.
Oh Boogie Man. Oh Boogie Man.
I haven't come to play.
Not with likes of your toys.
Not with likes of your boys.
I must now go to sleep.
I must now go to sleep.
"Would you please help me down from this place."
"And the ground." "Is it hard under your feet?"
"Can't tell with all these red cloud formations covering it everywhere."
"The air feels pleasant enough, cool and crisp."
"But red to me, always meant some kind of heat."
"But your not complaining, so I guess it must be fine."
"No my friend, just like the cool, crisp air the ground is cool itself."
"And these red clouds your talking about, are nothing more than a shade of fiery
red."
"It's nothing more." "So give me your hand and let's be on our way."
I reached out and took hold of my dear friends hand and hoped down to the
ground.
It was just as he said it would be. Like a hard cool rock in the shade of the sun.
"This place is gorgeous!" "The mountains so green and lush."
"Everywhere you look that sun is breaking with the day."
"But Blue, this won't last long will it?"
"Soon the sun will be completely up and all these rich vibrant shades of color,
will be caught in the look of a normal sky."
"Not here my friend."
"Here time is handled much differently,
than the world you know in your wakeful hours."
"Here the sunrise lasts for hours."
"So buckle up your feelings and enjoy it for how ever long it lasts."
"Are you for real?" "A sky like this, so rich and vibrant with the suns glow,
only lasts for moments in the real world
and your telling me this magical sight before us, is going to last for hours."
"How can this be?" "I thought, and it seemed by all I could tell, was that there
was some sort of sky up there that I could count on for normalcy."
"Now your telling me, that too is on a different tilt that the rest of my waking life."
"Yes I am." "But why should that be any different than the rest."
"It's just that you've taken it for granted all of time you've been down here."
"And allot of the places you have been haven't had regular skies at all."
"Don't you remember the red cloud above in the Devil's lair."
"And have we only seen an ounce of night time, since we've gone from place to place?"
"Time has been stretched out to long lengths in these places."
"A sunrise can last for hours." "Daylight seems like days and days long, here in this
place."
"Sunset takes just as long to set as sunrise takes to come up.
And night, well night follows the same cycle as the daylight."
"It's just another one of the mysteries of this place."
"So enjoy it for what it is and again let's be on our way."
"There still is many place to see and many new things to rolls through."
"Guess its like everything else in this place that I don't understand and don't care to try
to."
"Roll with it or roll with it." "That's the options I have here and now."
"Good." "I think your finally getting the hang of things around here."
And with that, Bluman's face lit up with pleasure and he turn and began
his walk toward the green mountains directly in front of us.
Without a moments hesitation, I followed and we were off.
Live By Faith