Nightmare

[Beth Frenette]

I let the darkness creep inside and nestle in the empty holes that now fill my heart. I can feel them slither their way through the light that has always filled me. I can feel them glide into my heart, leaving that trail of slime that will soon expand and cover everything that I am. It will only consume. I must not allow it to consume, I have too much to live for and yet I lay on the cold stone floor and allow the shadows to pass over me. I don't want to see them. I don't want to know the darkness, for it to know I understand it's presence inside of me. My body burns with the fear of being discoverd this way. My body tries to fight against it, surrounding itself with everything that can make it happy, with everything that can satisfy the light, but will betray the darkness. The more I try to get rid of it, the more I find myself thrown down upon the ebony stone floor, the chamber to my soul. The darkness finds me at my most vulnerable times, it finds me in my dreams, when things are finally beginning to see the light, when I can feel the warmth coming over me again. When I close my eyes and rest my head against my pillow it creeps under the door, climbs into my bed and rests in my bed beside me. It carresses my mind, relaxes my body, and then slides into me, moves slowly at first, giving me a moment to address it's presence. Then it finds my dreams, my most sacred of secrets, the things my mind only reveals to me when I cannot express them to others. The darkness latches onto my dreams, polutes them, fills my dreams with blood, death, and savagry. It makes me believe that I am destined to be cast away, to be thrown down upon that ebony floor. It flashes the images across my eyes, so fast that I jolt awake. I awaken only to find myself curled up in a ball, the room is cold, the walls draped with dark tapestries, candles glow from around the chamber. There is nothing in there with me, I do not see anything but yet I feel them. They surround me, jeering at me, begging me, crying, laughing, singing. I am alone in the torture, to hear them all, to hear the death talking to me. I try to rise from the cold floor but am only once again thrown down by an unknown force. I look down and notice that I am wearing a red dress, it is torn and tattered, with blood splattered all over my skin, but yet the dress untaimed by the death all over me. I am alone in my chamber, in my ebony chamber, it is filled with my nightmares. It is filled with my sorrow. When the shadows finally let me stand I wander the room, my hand gliding lightly over the tapestries, they glow faintly and then dim back to darkness. It surprises me at first, but I know why they glow. I am still full of light, it is waiting for me to give in, to find the darkness inside of me. But I cannot. When I reach one tapestry I touch it and words appear...lyrics... They read:

"She holds them in her hand, and when she lets go she knows, it's the last time that she ever will again. You'll find that beauty fades when she dies. In her red dress and alone..."

I step away from the tapestry just as the words begin to fade. I look down at the dress, red and alone. I lift up my hands and notice that I have one hand clenched in a fist, holding tightly to something, but I am not sure what. I want to let it go, but then I remember the tapestry. I cannot let it go, it is my light, it is my heart, it is my everything. Why do I not possess the power to let it go? I want so badly not to feel, I want to lay back down and let the darkness consume me. But I must move on, I must find the light and walk through the door. I will never find that door, I will only wander this room, memorizing all the tapestries, all my nightmares laced in the fabric. I will watch the candle lights dance with the grace of the shadows. I will one day escape, but at what cost? Maybe I am meant to lie alone in my ebony chamber, I am meant to live in that room until my last breath. Until that day comes I will listen to the spirits, I will follow their words, until they lead me away from the darkness.

Then through the screams that fill my ears I awaken to find that I had only been dreaming and in fact it was my screams that had filled the room, it was my tears that streamed down my face. Indeed I was alone, but only until the sun rose and brought in the light.


Can anyone help me figure out why I had this nightmare?

[Deatrix Nocturna]

I'm not much of an expert of decyphering dreams, but maybe it's your fear of being alone?

Or if this is a repetitive dream, maybe you are dreaming of a past-life?

or channeling a spirit, perhaps?

I'm not sure.

I thought you were writing a story at first. lol

Sorry, I couldn't help much.

Dea