I had this dream...

Where I woke up

To a grand commotion.

And uhm... I just jumped from the blankets

And whipped the door from its lock,

And rush blindly into the blackness of the hallway.

But there, on all sides

Lying next to each other

Were rows and rows of executioners...



Some were shirtless and __

And throbbing with anticipation.

Sweat delicatley sneaking through their body hair

All were hooded

Some like seventeenth century guillotine henchemen

Others had crudely made hoods

Like scarecrows or ripped ski masks

With slobber from their clenching jaws

And some had burlap masks that looked like they were made of human skin.



Each one held a weapon.

Large mallets

Crudely fashioned axes

And large clubs

Pipes



But I wasn't compelled to retreat.



No.



I was forced to move between them.

Past their swinging weapons

The clubs

The bats

The slicing tools

The shovels

The large and small axes

Boards with nails, staples and razorblades embedded in them

Taking the beating,

Falling down,

Getting up,

Again and again and again and again

Driven to make it out...



At any cost.



And next,

I stumbled into a... this strange marshy world

Where I was oddly drowning in squirrels and other large, starving rodents.

From above, out on the treetops,

Several dolls fell from the branches

And they were hanging

With nooses made of human hair

They started biting and sucking and trying to feed from me...

Trying to enter my belly and some pushed large needles into my veins and...

And as I looked back, some had nails through their hands, torsos and throats.



I was froze.

Dead eyes...

Carbonized...

As I kicked them away

I could see all around me...

Of piles and piles of dead sea life.

Large fish, smelly crustaceans, __



And their soulless empty bodies whispered

A secret language I couldn't decipher but somehow understood.



And their cries were

"Feed me... feed me..."



They wanted me to devour those around them

Chew them up into pieces

And smear them inside their mouths.

And as I turned around

I could see the shape of a woman

Perfect...

Perfectly erotic

Squatting over a pile of these dead things...

And as I ran to her and said "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"



And she had no face

And she turned to glass

And suddently cracked

And then exploded into 1000 pieces at my feet.



And just as I took a quick breath,

This world was shoved and desimated

But an intruding tidal wave

Of microorganisms, exploding atoms...



And suddenly moon rose...

Frightened, aching, and alone...

And that's what I remember most...



...The ache.



I can't escape

The ache.......