My brain goes to weird lengths to try and communicate to me at times. We get along just fine, but sometimes it shows me things it really shouldn’t. It went too far this time. I'm used to having it throw weird crap at me, but last nights dream was way too disturbing. You may not find this disturbing, but I did and I feel the need to express it.
When I say weird crap... well you know how brains can be right? Previous experiences include: a dead baby covered in blood, with hooks for hands, climbing up the wall of my house while I'm trying to beat the crap out of it with a broom through my window, a vacuum cleaner turning into a teenage girl, being chased by the tongue of a plasticine monster that could not be killed with dynamite, etc. I could go on, but what I'm trying to say is that I found this stuff usual and that when I awake after a bad dream I am not disturbed.
But last night was very different and very lucid.
I don't particularly remember how I ended up in the corridors. There was more to the dream but the ending kind of eclipsed my memory of it.
I'm wandering through these corridors and I approach a corner. I notice that the corner has a thin slit as tall as the corridor. It also appears to be made of foam or rubber- it stretches and moves when I touch it and I can widen the slit by pulling it apart.
I figure this is where I'm meant to go and put my arm to find something to pull myself inside. A girl's arm (I don't know whose) takes my hand suddenly and pulls me forward, inside.
So I'm inside this... room? Not sure. I just seem to remember red lighting and lots of shadows. I didn't get much time to think about it, because as soon as I was inside, a woman, quite a tall one addresses me. I don't quite remember what the name was, but it had something to do with erasers. She also asks "Do you have something for me?"
I realise I do. It's a black felt pen. I show her.
For whatever reason she isn't impressed. "Hmm. Not quite." I believe she said. "Let me show you what I can do."
I'm suddenly looking at this control panel (which for some reason in my mind is a fire control panel. I'm not sure how that works). And right before my eyes it begins to vanish. It's like little bits of it were breaking off and dispersing in the air. But really it wasn't vanishing.
I think it was being erased from existence.
I really wish in dreams we could work out when something bad is about to happen.
"What if I destroy everything you know and love?" she asked.
In a split second, shadowy figures appear everywhere and everything starts burning, but not with a normal flame.
Have you ever seen sodium hit water? The way metal the instantly burst into a writhing bright light and darts across the plane of water, back and forth, breaking apart and disintegrating into nothingness? It was like that. The shadows burning and being erased.
You'd think I'd wake up then, but the most disturbing bit was to come. You see a get what can only be called a premonition. Or maybe it should be called Deja Vu. I get the feeling that I've had this dream before and I see that what I'll see next is a vision of Hannah, a girl I've been helping recently with maths with her eyes wide open in shock. I can hear someone (possibly me) shouting about her stare, asking why she was staring like that.
But just after the premonition the fire reaches a climax and the women rushes close into my face (right up against my eyeballs) and her eyes grow large and contain nothing but mania and evil. Rather like all those horror movie covers with the female villains dead eyes glancing at you, but a lot worse and they continue getting closer and then my entire sight is eclipsed...
And it disappears and is replaced by my premonition. Only it's not shock on the girl’s face. Her eyes and wide and still like I foresaw but they have the look of what can only be described as cosmic horror. Something so dreadful and evil that there's no way to rationally describe what it is she’s looking at.
That terrifies me and the last thing I remember as a scream built in climax and dread descended on me was someone shouting in a much louder voice, "WHY ARE HANNAH'S EYES STARING LIKE THAT?"
I didn't want to go back to sleep straight away after that. I feared that if I did I see those eyes again.
Any interpretation that can be made of this would be appreciated. I'm curious to hear what it might be about if only because I think dissecting a nightmare is the best way to kill it.