Unparalleled Nightmare

The landscape of my dreams is always the same, as I may have mentioned. Ever in ruins, ever dim, ever abandoned. The entities in this particular dream crawl with a tense sort of high-pitched sound. A certain eventuality, and looming dread, clings to everyone…as though the present circumstances weren’t bad enough. For reasons unknown I am a woman…and what is worse, I’m extremely pregnant. Sounds like a million crawling insects seem to seep up through the cracks of the dream; from somewhere behind the wall of consciousness. A great pestilance, or plague, begins to claim everyone around. Those infected become grey and wild, much like zombies, eventually driving themselves into their own ends. I flee in circles, and begin climbing ruined buildings to attempt escape from this. I feel a sick convulsing in my stomach as I realize that my child has become infected, and is wildy thrashing about, tearing at me from the inside. I fall from where I had been climbing, into darkness, and am wretched awake into a bed that is not my own. Somewhere someone is playing the moonlight sonata on a piano, and the window is streaked with rain and green leaves. The ceilings are high, and the decor is Victorian. The floors are wood, and painted, and in the corner is a child’s crib. I accept this reality as my own, and am in the process of shaking the sleep out of my system when I awake for real in my own bed.

Buy the ticket, take the ride… and wake me when I fall into darkness.