I woke to find myself surrounded by darkness.
I was in my room, I know.
Where else would I be?
Surely not still in that place, that dreadful place.
My dreams have grown stranger over the past few weeks, always there, in that place. I don't know how this all began, or why
this is happening, but recently I've been visiting this strange world in my dreams. Its always gray, gloomy, dark and cold.
Cliche, I know, but aren't most dreams?
Anyway, these dreams always begin the same. I'm on a boat, a ship. No, thats not right, its a pirate ship, but there are no pirates, only me. I'm approaching an island. Am I driving the boat? No, I don't believe I am, the ship seemed to be steering itself towards this island.
I know what you may be thinking, pirate ship, island... this is a dream about treasure, right? I wish it was. No, I knew from the first visit that something unnatural lie ahead, why else would this phantom pirate ship be steering itself towards such a desolate island...
So as I was saying, the ship seemed drawn to this rickety old dock as if it were being pulled, and always comes to a halt making some incredibly scary creaking noises as it docks. At this point, I know in my mind that I should probably just stay put and wait until I wake up, but who listens to their conscience when they are dreaming? Within seconds I am walking along the dock and I look up to see a path leading up a rather steep hill from the dock.
In my dream, I seem to skip the walk, it just takes me from walking along the dock, then suddenly I'm standing at the door to a seemingly vacant log cabin. Honestly, the cabin itself stands out like a beacon. Surrounded by such gloom, the cabin is full of color, as if it just didn't belong here. It seemed so innocent, so inviting.
As I said, this cabin seemed vacant. There were no lights on, no curtains, no furnishings to be seen. Even from where I stood I could tell there couldn't possibly be anyone inside, but strangely enough I reach out and knock, calling out "Trick or Treat". I'm not sure why, but again, its a dream. I just assume its a subconscious method of opening the door. I'm no expert, I just know it does the trick.
The front door slowly creaks open and, of course, there is nobody there. Damn curiosity. I enter the empty cabin, and as I step out of the doorway, the door doesn't slam as one might expect, it just casually shuts, as if I had been invited in by an old friend, and we were prepared for an evening of reminiscence.
I stood there taking in my surroundings and it is exactly as it looked outside, empty. At first, its silent. No wind, no
creaking boards, just silence. Then, suddenly, I felt something wrap around my arm. It was icy cold, and firm.
The first time I felt this, I woke up, but as time went on, the dream continued. Tonight was the longest... the scariest.
After the mysterious cold grip of my arm, the voices come. Soft whispering, always the same "follow me" and "I need you."
The voices swim through my mind over and over, and I can feel my arm being pulled, so I follow. I'm lead up a flight of stairs, and into a room.
The room is as empty as the rest of the cabin, with one exception. Standing in the middle of the room is a large bed. Its one of those beds with the drapes, you know the one. Its the same bed that seems to appear all the time in freaky movies. You know the main character is going to pull aside the drapes, and something incredibly scary is hiding behind it. Well here I have no choice.
As I approached the bed, the drapes pull themselves aside, just as casually as the door had shut earlier.
Laying on the bed is a black teddy bear, and the voice returns. "My gift to you, my love."
Lately, this is where I have been waking up, but tonight... tonight I accepted the gift. I reached out and touched the bear.
I picked the bear up and I ran my fingers over its soft fur. Mesmerized by the small gift, I was unaware of its frailty, and as I stroked the bears head, it seperated and fell back to the bed, and a scream echoed through my entire body before I woke.
So here I am, in my bed, but something else is here... whats this?
I walk to the light switch and flip it on. There, on my bed, is that...
A bouquet of flowers. A card. What does it say?
I read it:
"My beloved, nothing can tear us apart now."
But there is more... on my pillow, it wasn't there before. I was just there! Where did it come from... that bear!
Dude.... That story rocked. It was descriptive, chilling, and for some reason turned me on a little. :oops:
I like to think that it was mainly fueled by your passion for Bertie, thus adding incredible pathos. Obviously desiring pixels is incredible pathos. ;)
I've asked, and its been a quiet response for the most part, some think it'll be judged by the end of this month, others think it'll be longer. None of the replies were from admins or staff.
Eee... I'm in a good mood. <3 Don't even know why. Probably because I got a month of those reports done today. I have a bit of homework I need to do before midnight, so I'll prolly do it now. It's easy to multitask with. Tomorrow I need to bust ass on research articles if the baby will let me. My final project is coming close. :(
It sounds like things are getting better for you since you went home, too! That makes me happy. x3
Soooooo since we're caught up on DWTS, who do you think will go home this week? All my faves are left, which means I'll be sad no matter what happens. I think Brandy will win, but if Jennifer keeps dancing dances she can do without hurting herself more, she may do it.
I'm voting for Jennifer. I just adore her. Brandy doesn't have her grace.
I don't know, I'd like to say Bristol, but she seems to have an absurd fan club. Kyle entertains me far more than her, though.
Me too. Derek seems to have gone easier on her though. She's still busting her ass off, but at least now she's doing things she CAN do rather than doing poorly because she's so exhausted.
