I dream strange dreams. The first dream is of a car, in which I am seated, flying off a very high bridge. The car is black. Everything around me is drowning in darkness. There is no sound, not a whisper, not even the sound of the car which is now spinning towards the earth carrying me to inescapable death. Even I am silent, waiting for the embrace of eternal rest. I see vague forms materialize beneath the car in the never ending free fall, monstrous entities beckoning me into their jaws. All the fearsome creatures I had ever imagined and some that even my imagination has never conjured up, slithered up and danced around the car, silently laughing their mocking laughter. The fall never ends. The fierce maws and fetid smells drown me, draw me into a horrible world of everlasting pain. I try to scream, but thick silence is all that escapes my parched throat.At this point I wake up, sweating and almost shivering. The second dream is of a knee into which m...
The ravings of a maniac. A fusion of fears, mythical and current.