I don't often remember my dreams. I used to dream of a skull that slowly came towards me from the inky blackness, its features barely visible. I had no body. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. By all definitions I didn't exist but its cold gaze could see me. It got closer, inexorably closer. Its voice rasping through the dark; "Die. Die. Die." It wasn't a threat so much as it was a statement. There was no escape. It was coming. That dream recurred alot in my childhood. One theory I have is that it was my subconscious trying to reject the lie that death isn't the end. When I eventually accepted it was the dreams stopped.
These days I'm told I sleep rage although I never remember what about.
I say things like "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" and "DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!"
Repressed anger perhaps? Getting a punching bag soon so hopefully that should take care of it.
These days I'm told I sleep rage although I never remember what about.
I say things like "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" and "DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!"
Repressed anger perhaps? Getting a punching bag soon so hopefully that should take care of it.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die."
- Abdul Alhazred.
- Abdul Alhazred.
