Nyctophilia

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.