nightmare on any street · 24/03/2009 08:37 pm by Bron
It’s rare that I’ll have a nice dream. But the nightmares of late have been psychotic. This morning I woke up paralysed in fear.
Images. There was a red bloody eye gouged out, that when found and stuffed back in the socket would let you see what time a blurry charcter had died. The digits burned into the jelly like an alarm clock, frozen in time. And in learning the time of death, it revealed that this person, (you? your brother or father maybe? a relative) had not died straight away. they had collapsed on the ground and lay there for maybe an hour as you(?) believed them already gone. The realisation that you could have helped in those last moments perhaps is heavy, even if only as a physical comfort to them or to yourself. I don’t even know which character I was in the dream. Was I the one who died, or the one left alone? How the fuck does something like that manifest itself? I am allergic to horror movies.
The brain is a ceaslessly amazing thing.
