Dismay lives in a nightmare more ghoulish than what reality brings, knowing a nightmarish world is futile. There is only chaos that exists in those walls that we bounded ourselves in our mind until we wake from a dream that we succumb to every night. What message does a nightmare bring?
People who exist in my nightmare are desensitized, unknowing, emotionless... they are mere puppets and my subconscious is the puppeteer controlling what actions they bring forth.
There is a strange man in the night that walks slowly, quietly breathing as he creepily stalks his vulnerable prey, a woman walking down a path unknowing of the strange man’s presence. His hunger... his sexual appetite grows... the smell of her perfume...the way her legs glow underneath a street lamp as she walks... he steadily gets closer... his hunger has to be filled. The woman keeps walking, she suddenly feels the strange man’s hand across her mouth, a strong grasp holds her and brings her into the shadows, a shrilled scream pierces the darkness like a knife.
Then we get to a scene of two men playing cards, a game of poker... they hear the screams, the shouts, a huge cry for help, the desperation of the voice in the darkness. They don’t bother moving or twitching in my nightmare as they hear the woman’s sounds, they knew the strange man. They know he isn’t to be crossed with in any form unless they want to be dead or knifed. They continue drinking their beer, they continue putting in chips as the pot grows higher. They turn on the radio so they don’t hear the woman’s plea in the night.
The only way that woman can be saved is by morning. The alarm goes off. She wakes from the nightmare.
People who exist in my nightmare are desensitized, unknowing, emotionless... they are mere puppets and my subconscious is the puppeteer controlling what actions they bring forth.
There is a strange man in the night that walks slowly, quietly breathing as he creepily stalks his vulnerable prey, a woman walking down a path unknowing of the strange man’s presence. His hunger... his sexual appetite grows... the smell of her perfume...the way her legs glow underneath a street lamp as she walks... he steadily gets closer... his hunger has to be filled. The woman keeps walking, she suddenly feels the strange man’s hand across her mouth, a strong grasp holds her and brings her into the shadows, a shrilled scream pierces the darkness like a knife.
Then we get to a scene of two men playing cards, a game of poker... they hear the screams, the shouts, a huge cry for help, the desperation of the voice in the darkness. They don’t bother moving or twitching in my nightmare as they hear the woman’s sounds, they knew the strange man. They know he isn’t to be crossed with in any form unless they want to be dead or knifed. They continue drinking their beer, they continue putting in chips as the pot grows higher. They turn on the radio so they don’t hear the woman’s plea in the night.
The only way that woman can be saved is by morning. The alarm goes off. She wakes from the nightmare.
