Out of the Mists

February 18, 2009

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Dark Horse Riding School

January 7, 2009

I had this dream, I was in a dark horse riding school, like a boarding school, and all my roommates where every night forced to kill a horse and for some reason, it turned out that the principal and only teacher of the school was some kind of vampire, and one by one my roommates were being murdered and there was no communication with anybody else, we were taken every night (actually it was always night there) and whether to be killed or to kill somebody in order to save ourselves, and we all fell in deep depression for the remorse. I’ve been having this nightmare for 3 nights in a row, and I still can’t get out of it, but it is, for some reason, fun.


The Pillars of the Earth

November 10, 2008

Caught out in the open on the misty ridges in dark daylight, heading home; the storm looms overhead and with it endless night, while demons dance with the People amidst the pillars of the Earth.


Do It Yourself Monsters

April 25, 2008

I dreamt the boys at school teased me for not being pretty enough. I was so mad. I wanted to turn invisible so I could follow them and watch what they do while they are alone. I wanted to know their secrets–I wanted to tell them. I wanted people to laugh. I concentrated on being invisible and created this ghost/creature type thing that could sneak in on them. I saw one of the boys in his room. His dog was looking under the bed. I decided I really didn’t want to know what was there.


Big Black Dementors

April 10, 2008

There were invaders coming–like spirit tulpas sent by people who wanted to get me. I could see them from the front window. They would float down the alley like big black dementors from Harry Potter. Someone created them. I only had a few moments. I ran out onto the patio and hid under the picnic table. The table cloth was long enough to hide me. I pulled the dog in with me and prayed she would be quiet. It was the only safe place.


How to Paint the Dead

April 2, 2008

I stopped at the house of an undertaker, parked next to the funeral car and coffin and rang the doorbell. He came to the door, cantankerous and pale with dead, shadowed eyes. Oils [or acrylics]? I asked him, in regards to making the deceased presentable. He pulled a finger from a bin of stuff and showed me how to paint the dead.

I told him he looked like a vampire, tall and thin and pale and with the way his bony hands manipulated the materials. He smiled then, the dim light glinting off his sharpened canines and a spark of life suddenly igniting in him. His eyes blazed green. And somehow, standing his his presence, I was reminded of Jeih.


An Endless Sea of Them

March 30, 2008

It was dark. Pitch dark. The only sound to be heard, a throbbing, like a pulse. Then out of the darkness I saw myself standing alone, staring up into the darkness. There was a sense of tension in the air, a sense of apprehension, of urgency. It was immediately apparent that something was about to happen. I, disembodied as I was, began to circle myself, slowly gathering speed as I got inevitably closer, and the pulse growing faster, louder.

That’s when out of the darkness slowly stumbled numerous figures. These “people” to use such a term lightly were faceless shadows of men, deformed and twisted, each wretched creature advanced on my body and only then did I become aware of just how many of them there were. An endless sea of them, shuffling silently.