I changed the rating because of some words that little ears shouldn't hear.
Anyway, just got the crud scared out of me by another dream. REALLY scary.
That's why I'm not going to describe the 'things' I saw. Umm, we'll just
call them. . .images.
As I walked through the forest I put my hands behind my head and relaxed in the serenity of the calm night. I closed my eyes and breathed in the warm night air. I looked up at the treetops where next to no stars were visible through the thick foliage. I closed my eyes once again, enjoying this moment of peace. Then it happened. Images, horrifying images, flashing through my mind. I gasped and screamed at the same time, stumbling backwards, tripping over a root and falling backwards into a hornbeam. I slid to the ground, tears flowing from my eyes. The images were horrible. Worse than anything you could ever imagine. I made little sobbing noises, being tortured by these images.
He must've heard me, for he knelt down in front of me, a look of concern on his face. He lifted me up and waited until I could stand. I started walking again, silent tears falling down my face. He put his arms around my shoulders, and whispered in his own language over and over to me that I was going to be ok. Eventually my tears stopped, the images started to fade. My sense of feeling returned, and I could feel his arms protecting me from my intangible enemies. His voice comforting me, returning me to the calm haven of the night. The warmth he provided to shelter me from unseen blizzards.
I had returned from my mind, the images from the gates of hell.
I think that was the longest dream I've ever done. It was difficult to write because I keep hitting the wrong buttons. Nonetheless I still got it up.
As I walked through the forest I put my hands behind my head and relaxed in the serenity of the calm night. I closed my eyes and breathed in the warm night air. I looked up at the treetops where next to no stars were visible through the thick foliage. I closed my eyes once again, enjoying this moment of peace. Then it happened. Images, horrifying images, flashing through my mind. I gasped and screamed at the same time, stumbling backwards, tripping over a root and falling backwards into a hornbeam. I slid to the ground, tears flowing from my eyes. The images were horrible. Worse than anything you could ever imagine. I made little sobbing noises, being tortured by these images.
He must've heard me, for he knelt down in front of me, a look of concern on his face. He lifted me up and waited until I could stand. I started walking again, silent tears falling down my face. He put his arms around my shoulders, and whispered in his own language over and over to me that I was going to be ok. Eventually my tears stopped, the images started to fade. My sense of feeling returned, and I could feel his arms protecting me from my intangible enemies. His voice comforting me, returning me to the calm haven of the night. The warmth he provided to shelter me from unseen blizzards.
I had returned from my mind, the images from the gates of hell.
I think that was the longest dream I've ever done. It was difficult to write because I keep hitting the wrong buttons. Nonetheless I still got it up.