Silent Hill: Lucid Dreams
(Working title)
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Alexander. W
Dreams are considered a pavement for our understanding of reality. Most dreams are illusions created by our complex subconscious, good or bad they may be. They can usually be deciphered from reality. Lucid dreams are explained as knowing your dreaming and bending it to your will and desire. Usually far greater in realism and much more elaborate, but what if these are not dreams at all but reality. How does the mind react to these unexplainable truths?
And what if the truth isn't so pretty after all?
Christopher's Journal
Scribbled in corner on the cover is
"Property of Christopher A. Jericho 1345A London, England"
I am Chris Arael Jericho, I'm 23 and I was born in St. Davids, England but now live in London. This journal is record for what happens in my reality of life and of my wakening "dreams".
May 10, 2004
Life, what is it? A meaningless task, which we are all put through possibly. My writing and work have gotten to me…or is it my dreams? They are acting up again, weird visions almost, like dark figures haunting me in the shadows of my mind. Playing fool tricks on my mind, I sometimes cannot determine what is real and what isn't anymore...I'm almost out of my medication to help them go away, or at least give me some peace.
Oh yes, I did have one good dream somewhat. It was about Kendra, my darling Kendra. She has been off working in America for some time now, about 2 months now doing photography; I speak with her once and awhile. But yes the dream, it was at a lake, a wonderful lake shrouded in a light mist. It had an odd persona about though but I didn't'pay much attention as we admired the lake; I could make out an island with what appeared to have a large building shaped shadow on it. She said something about loving being here, its so peaceful here that she wanted to stay forever. Than I started getting a weird head pain and everything started to go blurry and almost in slow motion. Like a heavy layer of gloom covered the area.That's when I saw It…. damn head ache returned, need to stop writing and get some more medicine.
May 10, 2004
I've noticed I'm having some trouble remembering things lately again; I'll have to bring it up with "The Doc" when I see him next. I haven't had these problems for along time, not since I went to see the Orphanage….
May 14, 2004
I'm going on a trip, to see Kendra and propose to her. I got more medicine from the doctor, which is really bloody good considering I haven't slept in 4 days. Insomnia. Those dreams, I can almost hear some sick, almost twisted music in them. Trying to scare me, to give up and let them win... Poor Kendra, she works so hard and yet she shows no signs of weakness, I love her for that. I don't know what I'd ever do if I lost here…I'd probably go insane…
May 15, 2004
My plane seems quite nice, comfy chairs, light jazz music on the headphones. When was the last time I was on a plane? When I went home… Sigh, They say the plane going to take longer than expected to be up in the air, so I better rest up now since I got these pills. These great little pills, giving me good dreams, none of those evil nightmares, just dreams…dream.
May 16, 2004
I finally here, bloody Americans don't know what the hell they are doing when flying, not saying all of them are bad, was a pretty lass next to me, bah! Can't say that Kendra would kill me…if she found out. Anyways I'm going to go to where Kendra is suppose to be, I believe if my memory serves me correct; even though it doesn't always, it should be called Ashford. I rented a car at a dealership; surprising how nice people are to a European like myself, because I'm not the most appealing in my opinion. Long black hair, it having a light curl to it, pale complexion plus pale blue eyes, them being almost grey, and very tall and slender. Oh course my dirty habit…smoking. I only smoke when drinking, having a hangover or scared shit less, but of course Kendra doesn't know, it would eat her up. Kendra, my babe what are you doing right now I wonder?
May 16, 2004
Ok I put a good couple of hours in driving today, gonna stop up at that rest stop up ahead and get some shut eye. I got some snacks and other stuff in my bag with me; Chocolate bars, old tarnished sliver lighter given to me by my father.Cell phone, with shitty reception,mini-disk player,and a pen, pencils and my notepad and this journal. Oh and cant forget about those emergency pack of smokes, only got 4 left though, damn my bad habit. Hopefully the pills will pay off and let me sleep peacefully.
May 18, 2004
More of those damn dreams, the medicine isn't working quite well as I planned, damn doc. This time it was different, I saw a bunch of kids, in there late teens maybe. Going somewhere I don't know of, yet I know exactly where…it's so blurry and a mess. Almost like an old fashion silent movie, but not so silent.Almost like laughter. Are they laughing? Laughing at me?No, its to deep and smooth. As dark as Satan's laugh...What's happening with these dreams? They are suppose to be created by my imagination, but why so real, so vivid but yet…. dark.
May 20, 2004
Ok now I'm finally here, Ashford. It's quite nice for a small city area. I'm staying in a hotel down the way from a local bar, not a bad place. I'm really tired right now, I think I'm gonna take a nap….
As Christopher dreamt, an eerie tuned played out in his head. It sounded like it was coming from all around him. It's was almost peaceful, like he had heard it before, but where? He was in a room, it was hard to tell from the blurriness and gloom. It appeared to be a house, old and decayed looking. He stood in a bedroom, the sheets stained with what appeared to be blood. He wanted to turn away but he couldn't, it was like he wasn't actually himself. He slowly lingered out into the small hall. A door lay broken off its hinges in front of him, which lead to a dark bathroom with a faint light from a single candle. What the hell is going on, this… this is so fuc- As he stared down, he realized his wrists were bloody and cut, but he couldn't move them at all. As he continued down the hallway, he thought he could hear a faint whimpering coming from somewhere down the hall in one of the rooms. He slowly trudged down the hall, staring only halfway forwards, he noticed something, the walls the...they look alive!They were pulsing and red, like human flesh was stapled them. The whimpering became much louder as he went further down the hall, he passed a window, it was boarded up but he could see a storm brewing outside.
As he reached the doorway, the whimpering was defiantly coming from inside he thought but it was all boarded up. Why is there some much noise from behind here?Before he could think, his arms raised and started to slash and chop at the door with an axe he must have been caring. His body was numb, he swung with great effort and determination.It was stained red at the handle and at the blade. As the boards gave way, he made his way into the room, this room also looked rather dirty but still holding some…sanity Inside, there was a girl, a young girl in a dark blue dress. She was crying in a corner, mumbling something.
The world was on fire
No one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.
He noticed his vision was getting worse now and his headaches were back, he struggled to see but he couldn't. All he could see was lightning coming from the open window in the room. Rain was pouring in, Cold against his skin.Every time the flash happened, it almost looked like there was a figure there. As he dropped the axe and feel to his knees,reaching for his head. He saw the figure move closer and axe being raised above him.
" Smile."
Who? Smile? Was I speaking?Smiling.
Thunder cracked as the axe came down. Blinding speed. The there was nothing.
Black.