Chasing dreams and living nightmares

I am having some trouble getting the creative juices flowing today. My mind has been lost in between dreams and reality; for whatever reason I can’t seem to pull my thoughts out of this sleepy haze. With that being said maybe I can take this time to talk about dreams and hope that my words come out coherently; Ill pour another cup of coffee and we will get started.

Dreams have been defined as a reflection of the minds natural subconscious process of organizing and resolving the information of the day. Although, there are no definitive explanations as to why the brain will process events that have happened throughout the day and then intermingle those thoughts with outlandish ideas, such as going bowling with Bowser and Princess Peach. This has been widely studied by scientists and also has been a great interest for religious affiliates. I have learned quite a lot from my dreams; some of them have helped me define or reassure me that I am exactly where I need to be in life.

Today has been a strange day for me in relation to my dreams. I have had an extremely difficult time staying awake while at work; I partially blame the medications that I take for this, but every time I wake back up I find myself in a different location around the building. This has never happened to me before, and although I haven’t found myself in any danger as of yet, it concerns me. My dreams have been ranging from anything from speaking with friends from my past that I haven’t heard from in years, to dealing with ghosts and corpses that have freshly risen from the dead; and the advice that the undead has bestowed upon me has been running chills up my spine. Come with me for a moment; I will show you what I mean.

Imagine that we are walking through a dark and decrepit warehouse, the walls creak and groan as the strong wind outside pulls on the structure.  Rusted chains dangle from the ceiling and old signs hang crooked on the walls; sounds of the old machines reverberate around the room as if they were still in use. Shadows shoot from one end of the room to another as we make our way through the maze of forgotten metal that lay on the floor; but this time the shadow stops right in front of us. We stop moving and fixate our eyes on this dark figure, red eyes slowly open and stare directly at us as this being seems to swiftly glide forward. We stand our ground even though every cell in our body is screaming to run; as the figure moves closer, we can see that it is human (or was) and that it is a woman. She stops inches from our face, her red eyes searching for something in our own eyes; after some time she tentatively moves slowly backward and stops. Her skin is greyish-white and her hair (what is left of it) is raven in color. She is completely naked and seems to be in the early stages of decomposition; her skin is lifted up in a scale like fashion and signs of molding and rot can be seen all over.  Deep scars cover her from head to toe; a thin line of crimson runs from her left eye.

“Why are you here, boy?” She questions with a snake like hiss; her head tilts slowly to the right.

“Quite honestly, we cannot give you an answer to your question, demon. We are trying to fight our way out of this place, but, for now this is where we must stay.” The answer comes out trance-like; she begins to slowly walk closer to us.

“Why must you feel a need to fight your way out? Isn’t it simple enough to walk out of the door?” She points to a door that magically swings open at the end of the corridor; a glowing light cascades from it. “I am no demon, boy; I am the answer to the prayers you never made.” A hideous smile emerges from her lips. Rotting teeth and maggots can be seen slithering in her mouth; she bites down hard and chews on the bugs with a crunch.

“You do make a good point; however, it truly is not that easy. Everything has been sacrificed for the ones we love, and now we are fighting for our dreams; starting is the hardest part you know.”

“True, but sometimes things of this nature take a leap of faith; I can see you aren’t afraid of the work. Don’t make the mistakes that I did, Bard; follow your heart and you will succeed.” She was now standing right before us again.

“Well, there is only one way to find out if it will truly work, right?”” Eye contact is lost as we look to the floor in an unsure manor. We look back up to see the ghost has a look of shocked pain across her face; as if she had just been slapped in a heated argument. Her eyes began to grow cold and cruel.

“HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME?” She said advancing even closer. Her right hand emerged from behind her back with several large knives impaling her palm. Her eyes were wild with anger and she began screaming something but it wasn’t in English. We turn to run but trip over a metal pipe and land on a pile of sheet metal. The rusted edges slice through our right arm and before any move can be made an extremely strong force flips us on our back. We look up into the eyes of hell as this monster straddles us.  All of a sudden her expression grows calm and she sits back on our hips. “All you have to do is follow your dreams, no matter what others think; but you are too scared. What good are you if you won’t pursue what you were meant to do? Go teach, Bard.” She smiles that rotten smile at us. “However, it is entirely up to you, and as of right now you have wasted my time…” Her expression was growing angry again. “Goodbye, Bard.” She threw her hands into the air and screamed an in-human scream; blood leaked from her eyes and mouth. She wildly threw the knives into our chest over, and over, and over. A smile spread across her face as she continued to impale us with the long blades and rotated her hips on top of us.

I snap awake and hit my head on the bottom of a steel stair. I look around and realize I am underneath stairwell #3 in the back of the warehouse; I have no clue how I got here. One thing I do know is I think I will take that psychotic Demon’s advice. I will follow my passion to become a teacher and pursue writing. Maybe my nightmares will leave me alone for a while then, don’t ya think?