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(Death and Dreams-}
{2003-04-02} {2:29 a.m.}
She gazes in alarm, at the shape of the silhouette standing before her. Its blank dark shapeless face boring mind-numbing holes in her heart. She begins to feel nauseous and tries to wake up. The image of her past has come back to haunt her.
She opens her mouth to scream but nothing frees itself. In horror she watches as a pile of blackness comes forward from her mouth and takes over her surroundings. She realizes this spirit is nothing but evil, and moves away. Backing her into a far corner the figure approaches. With its hand outstretched it makes a stabbing puncture into her heart. She can feel her heart drain of its crimson blood pumping through her veins, as the intense torture begins. With terror each heart beat releases more of her inner self. She can see nothing but a thick black mass around her feet.
She begins to cry, wanting desperately to wake up; but only relinquishes a mute howl.
As she is being drained of her emotions and desires she can see a face beginning to come into view on the silhouette. With its eyes fading but black, piercing her mind of every thought coursing through her brain, she begins to feel weak. Collapsing against the floor, with her face lying in a crimson red pool of nothing, she begins to drift away.
She wonders to herself what will become of her now.
She lies on the floor and watches the figure approach her mirror on the wall, and place its hand on the coolness of the mirror, and start to sink in through the masses of gray, as the figure begins to bring forth something from behind the mask of the mirror. She saw an image come forward and touch the silhouette and watched in horror as she could see herself emerging in the face of the evilness. The black mass in the room forming like bees makes its way back towards her. The humming of the mass begins to place her in a trance as it opens her oral cavity. And, the mass of evilness enters her body. Killing everything she ever was, and wanted to be. The taste of bile hits her tongue as she tastes a bitterness of something lifeless and cold. The stench fills her bones decaying her into nonexistence.
Tears roll down her face, and drop onto her hands as she tries to awake, but false godliness takes her soul as she slips away against a dark mass of nothing. And she is gone. Leaving her body motionless, in a pile a crimson red. Her hair matted and trapped in the desiccated pooled blood. Death has taken her away.
[I woke up after this dream and cried for like ever. I can’t get the images out of my mind. Someone please help me. I don’t want to die like that. Yes, I used to fancy dreams of suicide, but nothing like that.]
Someone… anyone. What does this dream signify? Help me. Please.