[3CH] - Nightmares
Aug. 16th, 2009 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreamingaloudIn my dreams, he is always coming for me.
If you merely look it at him, it seems he is a man. Nothing but a man, wearing a tattered hospital gown with stains I do not wish to identify. His hair is long, and it hangs over his face, obscuring his eyes. But the worst part is his smile. An evil, cruel grin that perfectly frames his yellow, jagged teeth.
I run, of course. But I can never help it, he always overtakes me, grabbing me by the shoulder and spinning me around. He pushes me against the wall, sliding his hands around my throat, and starts pushing up, up and away from the floor. Soon I can no longer touch the ground, my feet lolling uselessly at the end of my legs. My hands claw desperately at his grip around my neck, but just as it seems I might finally pry his fingers away, another hand emerges from the darkness. Then another. And another. Too many arms, too many hands! From the sleeves of his flimsy paper gown are countless appendages, affixing themselves to my body wherever they can. My neck, my shoulders, my chest, my stomach, my legs and arms. They pin every inch of me to the wall as he laughs, he laughs.
I struggle to breathe even as I know it's useless. For the arms are still coming, now they just reach out, running their fingers along every inch of the surfaces around us. Cracks spiderweb outward from where he touches. The world begins to shatter. Like shards of glass, the remnants of reality fall down around us, leaving nothing but a vague, empty blackness. Yet he remains. Just the two of us drifting in the void.
It is then I hear his voice whisper in my ear, so close I can feel his breath on my face. And he says my name. "Barbara..."
So those nights, when I wake up gasping in a cold sweat, and you ask me to tell you what I dream of, now you know.
But now that I've told you, he's coming for you too.
A tentacular insane uproots a woman in a black hole.
If you merely look it at him, it seems he is a man. Nothing but a man, wearing a tattered hospital gown with stains I do not wish to identify. His hair is long, and it hangs over his face, obscuring his eyes. But the worst part is his smile. An evil, cruel grin that perfectly frames his yellow, jagged teeth.
I run, of course. But I can never help it, he always overtakes me, grabbing me by the shoulder and spinning me around. He pushes me against the wall, sliding his hands around my throat, and starts pushing up, up and away from the floor. Soon I can no longer touch the ground, my feet lolling uselessly at the end of my legs. My hands claw desperately at his grip around my neck, but just as it seems I might finally pry his fingers away, another hand emerges from the darkness. Then another. And another. Too many arms, too many hands! From the sleeves of his flimsy paper gown are countless appendages, affixing themselves to my body wherever they can. My neck, my shoulders, my chest, my stomach, my legs and arms. They pin every inch of me to the wall as he laughs, he laughs.
I struggle to breathe even as I know it's useless. For the arms are still coming, now they just reach out, running their fingers along every inch of the surfaces around us. Cracks spiderweb outward from where he touches. The world begins to shatter. Like shards of glass, the remnants of reality fall down around us, leaving nothing but a vague, empty blackness. Yet he remains. Just the two of us drifting in the void.
It is then I hear his voice whisper in my ear, so close I can feel his breath on my face. And he says my name. "Barbara..."
So those nights, when I wake up gasping in a cold sweat, and you ask me to tell you what I dream of, now you know.
But now that I've told you, he's coming for you too.
A tentacular insane uproots a woman in a black hole.