Thursday, August 28, 2008

End of the World Dream

I had a strange Post-end of the world dream.

After some sort of undefined disaster, the survivors gathered in a sizable town where we were all safe and living relatively normal lives again. The trees were green, the lights were on, food etc. There seemed to be narrow avenues of travel to there safe areas by train and I seemed to have some sort of strange power over the environment to "fix" things.

But then I took train ride toward another safe town and things began to change along the way. What extended safety began to breakdown and there seemed to be nothing beyond our borders. We had to back our train up fast to return to our town as the some of our benefits and perks of living there broke down.

The lights began flicker which was the first sign of the outside terror coming in. There seemed to be some kind of ratio of survival we learned from past experiences. 70-30. It had something to do with how many people survived the darkness when it flickered.

My special powers could do nothing against the darkness itself, just the environment we were in. We took up safe positions inside houses in the town but then even those became perilous. One of people who fled alongside me to one safe place left the room I was in to get something in the house. They shouted my name and came running back upstairs in terror.

It was dark downstairs and the corridor led to someplace different than what the rest of the house had been like moments before. The lights flicker into darkness down there and I soon saw a pair of skin legs in tattered pants standing at edge of the darkness like a lost thing returned filled with hate.

The person who came upstairs screaming for my help began pushing me downstairs toward this thing.

And I woke up.

I have had nightmares in the past, not one with these specific details but that end with me being forced by someone else into a place where some sort of wraith was waiting to consume my soul. At the point I am about to confront this wraith, I wake up.

I've had two of these dreams in my life, last night the most recent. been many years since the first.

Maybe the solitude at night is getting to me

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away