Nyctophilia

I am at the county fair. A group of close friends is with me for some time and we purchase ice cream and other treats. It is hot out and there is a car crash down the road. I distinctly remember my bright green shirt and messy hair, the way I stepped over the blazing blacktop. Noon was born and I retreat to the horse barn, evading the heat. I am alone and before me is a large blank door. As I step inside, I descend many wooden stairs into many strange chambers made entirely of wood. I find electric saws, hammers, other woodworking tools all about. I find devices of torture and tables used for such, but empty and unused.

I find what appears to be an underground village, and the people there were welcoming and kind to me. They seem civilized and I remember their warm hearts. I exit the village and return to the horse stables, then move back to the centermost part of the fair. It is evening now and the sun is setting. The sky is red with dusk and blooms purple in its far reaches. The crowd thins, I see marauders in the distance wearing masks, mugging the innocent. I evade this and slink to the shadows, fleeing cowardly.

After wandering hopelessly for some time, I return to the village. As I find it this time, it is different. The nice people I remember are all gone, and several were hanging just beyond me. There, viper-like ropes clenched their throats and their bodies swayed. In horror and shock, I move along and find the remnant of the people. They are all dressed in police uniforms, yet I know in my heart that they are not who they say they are. There is a woman leading them. She is short with slightly wavy dark blonde hair. Her skin is pale and she has emerald eyes and wears gray formal attire and high heels. She is middle aged, perhaps older, in her sixties. She is cruel and frightening in every sense and has many, many people hanged. I see now that the masked marauders I had witnessed earlier begin to drag people in from the outside and torture them on long wooden tables. Work saws tear them apart and nails are driven into their skulls. One man is fed to a rabid horse. A pregnant woman has her stomach torn open and her unborn fetus baby is ripped out and devoured by a plethora of swines. There are demonic creatures walking in the halls in the distance, and I can hear them laughing malevolently.

I meet this woman, and her name is Dianne. I have never met her in the real world. She describes to me that she is in charge. I agree and begin to compliment her appearance, saying "what lovely hair you have", "what nice clothing you wear," and make an attempt to give her a great image of myself. Perhaps I may rank highly among these people, work alongside her. It was either this or die. I could do nothing. I had no choice. It was a psychopath's wonderland.

I point out to her who new targets should be, I show her who would be valuable assets to her. I help her find innocent, weak people to kill. I don a swine's face and wear it as a mask as I slip to and fro among the darkness and in the thick of night, kidnapping as I will, and massacring the populous. As I return, I am high in ranking and Dianne is appreciative of me, yet I am still new and she still attempts to frighten me and does succeed. She leads me to a large barn in the village. We stop at the door and she looks at me with a malicious smile. "I must warn you, inside you will see lots of violence, nudity, and sexual situations. Are you alright with this?" she asks me.

I nod and reply, "I can handle it."

"Okay," she said. "Follow me."

We move inside, accompanied by a few of her lackeys in their police uniforms. The first alleys of the building are filled with cells upon cells which hold captive live, unharmed humans. They are clothed and not touched harmfully yet, but are distraught and wailing. They are scared beyond compare and crying, begging release and mercy. They are all female. I finally realize that one of these captives is my own mother, and her face arranges hope as she sees me. She is on her knees in a tiny cage, just under another and flanked by even more. She begs silently, using only her facial expressions, for me to release her. To protect the both of us I must remain silent and pretend as though I do not know her, but my heart aches and I feel as though I could explode. My eyes want to stream a waterfall, but I must suppress my sorrow or risk death.

As we move through the rest of the building, I see grotesque experimentations. There are humans mixed with various farm animals. I see naked humans with horse heads, some with cow hooves, some with goat heads. Some are women with the rumps of pigs and some are men with the testicles of bulls. Some have sallow greenish, brownish, or grayish skin. There are bones nailed to some of the walls and I see authorized personnel leading normal humans to troughs where they are slaughtered and fed to these hybrid beasts. Women with the heads of pigs tear apart innocent human women and devour them. I vividly remember the blood and innards that were poured over the pavement at feeding time. Dianne during this time was happy and pleased. I watched as some of the personnel in uniform molested and engaged in other sexual interactions with the hybrid beasts. I remember wanting to divert my eyes, but could not out of fear. I wanted to please Dianne, so I pretended to love all of this, and that seemed impossible. There were times I even stepped into stables with the horse-women and laid my hands on them, even though I was terrified. I touched their bare bodies with my bare hands.

In the end, I was given my own uniform and told to work the building. As Dianne and I neared the door which we entered through, I spotted my mother again. There were no personnel around and I saw my chance. I pushed Dianne and broke down the cage door to my mother's cell, picked her up, and began on a mad dash to the door. The doors moved past me and all grew silent except for the sound of my crying, my pain, my heaving as I trekked across the ground with mother in my arms. Finally, an end did come.

I am in a church and it is night outside. The lights are out and the large building is lit by thousand of small white stick-candles. There is a long white table splitting the center of the room and many empty chairs around. The pews flank the table and there is a stage in the front with a podium and many stairs leading up to it. For a time there are other people within the church, all speaking to one another and a preacher preaches to the crowd. Soon afterwards I find myself all alone in the building and the candlelight dims. There is an odd breeze inside the building, and there are no doors or windows open and no ceiling fans.

Before me, along the walls of the church, and encompassing the entire sanctuary, slithered an enormous serpent. It resembled an unnaturally large Burmese python. It was brown with dark spots and longer than a tree. Its head could swallow my body whole ten times over and it had a rattle along the end of its tail. It hisses at me as it slithers forth and comes to the center of the sanctuary, making its way to slip over the table and snake across it towards me.

It tells me, in a voice I remember vividly, "I know you are afraid." My body was shaking and I was sweating. The serpent continues with, "I tell you, you will fail to spread the Word of God." I deny this and begin shouting at the serpent, angrily. Nevertheless its power increases and it stands up on its tail and continues to hiss and bare its fangs. It sprays venom on me, yet I am unaffected. I tell it to be gone, and it disobeys, saying, "You are worthless."

I give another shout and unsheathe a sword from thin air, miraculously, and threaten to strike. The sword was white and gleamed like fire. It illuminated the entire room and the candles had vanished. The snake dissipates like sand in water, bursting apart and becoming thin air. I am left to stand and wonder... what had it meant.

I am standing in the front yard. Dusk approaches. The sky begins a pleasant blue, then brims over into shades of red an violet with sunset. There was a breeze in the air, to my remembrance. My mother lies upon the ground, wounded. The nature of her wound is an enigma, but all I know is she is dying and lying in a lake of her own blood. As I pick her up in my arms, my heart beats. I carry her to a truck in the driveway and place her in the back. I then realize that this is no ordinary truck, rather it is something I have seen in many other dreams.

If you were to sit in the back of this unholy truck while it moved, you would begin to rapidly age. The further the truck drove, the older one would become. Yet, in this moment of horror, it is the only way to save my mother from imminent death. As I take my seat in the passenger's side, I observe a stranger at the wheel. It is a man who wears a brown trench coat and thick-soled black boots, leather gloves, and a long black top-hat. He wears what I remember as a porcelain clown mask over his face. He waits for my command and he drives down the road, heading towards the hospital. As we cruise down the road, I see the surroundings outside of the truck transform magnificently. The earthly colors begin to change and I am going through what can only be described as a vortex of dark colors. Blue, purple, green, and pink. Solids become gasses, pass by as vapors all around me. Finally as we come to a stop, everything returns to normal. I step out of the truck, locate my mother. She has deteriorated into a gaunt, emaciated old woman with silver hair and at the brink of death. If her wound would not kill her, age would.

And age did.

Through a mortal lens I saw glimpses of the immortal. Imperishable dimensions built on the foundation of eternity. I found myself in the dark. It was unlike any darkness I have ever known. The sheer blackness was all-consuming and governed as far as I could see. I questioned my visual capabilities and soon learned I was not blind, yet I could not see. Whether it be my hand from my face, all was the same. The darkness was so deep, so thick, I felt as though it had seeped inside my very body. All around me I heard only screaming, moaning, and growling. It was as though I had stepped into a sports stadium, but the crowd screamed rather than joyously cheered.

I was falling, doing such at a speed like a descending bolt of lightning. I felt it in my gut, I was falling. In that moment I believe I left my body. For a fraction of a second there was an indescribable sensation that I had moved beyond my mortal sleeping body. When the sensation ceased, I found myself in surroundings anew. It was blurred, and fog was present, but I could clearly make out a solid ground which I sat on. It was whiter than snow and I stood up. I was wearing a white gown of sorts. There was a building just beyond me. Behold, it was large and white and looked as though made of precious stone or crystal or pearl. I saw a wall with many pillars and an array of stairs leading up to it. There was clearly a gate which was closed.

I felt the presence of another being with me, yet I saw no one. I heard the mumbling of a voice, and my surroundings were silent save for a swift wind-like sound. No others were present. In that I awoke.

I find myself in prison. I am wearing an orange jumpsuit with a number I clearly remember as 5791 printed in black along the shoulder. By some power I find myself destroying the lock to my cell and remove myself from captivity. Again, by some power, I conjure two large red canine creatures. They were akin to foxes, but the size of wolves. They defended me against several waves of authoritative offense. I find myself leaving the prison and into the city where I shed my jumpsuit and don blue clothing. The canines have dissipated like dust and are carried away by the wind, simply a vapor as I saw it. I am left alone and I have a certain mustering in my blood akin to anger or greed. A dark and bloodthirsty feeling. However, by now I am accompanied by a strange female figure.

This figure was nameless. She had a physically attractive, rather enthralling form. Beauty was no stranger to her and her skin was sleek and smooth and colored like the moon. It was a silver color and felt like pure silk. Her eyes were a brilliant magenta-scarlet and her hair was wavy and dark. She did not wear a trace of clothing and her slim, curved form was the apple of my eye.

Nearing this, I achieved my first lucidity, or at least what I believe was. I could not control the proceedings, nevertheless my consciousness was awakened and I perceived as though awakened. I knew I was dreaming. She spoke to me in mumbles and I reached forward with eager hands to touch her. I felt her skin more clearly than I had ever felt something in a dream before. It was as pure silk and I could feel every inch of her. There was a certain energy, an emotion and pure passion between myself and this apparition. Carnal activity was achieved and the red-eyed entity disappeared from me afterwards. My surroundings transformed until I saw only white encompassing me. I wore no clothing and I could feel something hot, like fire, consuming my body. In this moment my heart pounded within me and I awoke.

I find myself in a dark forest and it is night. The sky above is purplish in hue and clear, filled with a multitude of stars. My way is confused for a moment, until I stumble upon a straight dirt path. I begin to follow it silently for some time, although I float just above it in the air. In time I find myself stopping, and behold there were three beasts before me. Two massive lions and a lean and powerful wolf. The lions were enemy to the wolf as it seemed, but both forces had united under a similar cause now. They pursued me in the darkness and I ran upon the thin air above the ground, as though a bridge of glass had suspended me there. The panic and fear overwhelms me and the woods grow thicker and thicker until a sudden thinning.

My pursuers flee as dawn arrives and I am led into a green pasture whose centermost point is a plate of stone. Upon the stone is a large boar, strong and foreboding. It was brown and had eyes like living embers. And behold, a small yet frightening bird descended from the air. It was like that of a vulture but far smaller and appeared weak in form. Yet it still maintained a certain ominous aura, like death or the sickest parts of evil. The bird fell upon the back of boar and with its talons it snatches the boar up and with unnatural, unbelievable strength, lifts it up into the air. To my astonishment the small bird raises the massive boar high above and then drops it. The boar strikes stone and is severely injured. The bird repeatedly does this until finally the boar dies and a crowd of people had encompassed the event, and stood in bewilderment and shock. My family was among the multitude and expressed the same emotions.

I felt no remorse for the boar, but fear for the bird, which had then flown away. I was then lifted into the air by an unseen force, and taken up into the sky. Through a great flight I was taken to the house I grew up in and placed inside. There I began to consume a cornucopia of random food by the masses, feeling as though starved. I found upon the walls of the house many paintings and symbols which reminded me of my romantic interest in the real world. When the food was all gone, I searched and found no more. There I sat for what seemed like a millenia and finally there came awakening.