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For some reason I had this really weird dream last night, and it was quite vivid. Like many dreams, I can only recall ,with some level of clarity, just a few of the events that occurred during the dream, but I do know that it was a consistent story instead of the oft common disjointed mess that most people tend to experience.
Anyways, I was dreaming that I was in a two story building staring at a window from the dark corner of the room. There was a crystalline night sky, stars shining and the moon waxed full. I was terrified of the moonlight that shone in through the windows like a beam, casting strands of pale blue illumination across the floor in sporadic patterns of indescribable complexity. The lights moved, swaying back and forth as if the moon was some kind of spotlight, but they couldn't reach me, not in that dark safety of the corner. I clung to it like a child would its mother.
Somehow I was given internal context to why I was scared in this moment. I lived in a world where if the moon found you, then you would be cursed with a slow deterioration of intelligence until finally you were reduced to a gibbering infant. Nothing more than a slab of meat writhing around in your own drool until the curse bored its way into the most important cerebral functions, paralyzing and then killing you.
The evil luminescence crawled out of the room in time, leaving me in the comfortable void. In the dark there was safety. But it would be back, the light always came back. Should this have been a real situation, I would have stayed in the corner until dawn, but who knows whether this world I dreamt even had a sun to begin with. Regardless, I pushed past my fear and carefully meandered up to the window, crouched, and moving slow. And there it was, blue, full and terrible. An exact mirror of the moon that we know now, except here it loomed larger than I had ever seen. But what drew my eyes stood facing the building complex I sought shelter in, standing on the flat surfaced rooftop of some apartment complex.
I don't remember how many there were, but at least more than five individuals garbed in pure white robes stood in a wedge like formation, facial features obscured by overly large cowls bathing in the moons light. A feeling of pure revulsion and fear rose within me as I saw them. I don't know why I felt this way, but I trust that it was for a damn good reason. I could hear screams sing in unison from the buildings all around me as multiple moonbeams cut through the buildings like a laser. The moon had found victims tonight. It always did. My eyes kept a careful watch on where the light traveled but then my sight swerved back to the cloaked figures. I realized at that moment that I wasn't cautious enough. One of the figures on the left side of the wedge had raised its head and locked its gaze upon me.
An almost skeletal index finger, as white as the garbs they wore, raised its pointed gesture directly between my eyes. It screamed. Oh how it screamed. A high pitched squeal like someone running their finger nails over a chalkboard pierced the air causing drops of crimson to pool in my ears. I couldn't move, I was stunned as if the sound carried some kind of foul spell. My iris's were still functional though, and they shot up to the moon knowing what was about to transpire. The planetary body that hovered in that abyssal space had morphed into a monstrosity. A colossal orb of eldritch blue, the face growing a wicked grin that seemed to stretch too far around the sphere, full of jagged fangs taller than what any human architecture could achieve. It stared eyeless at me, mocking with that damnable grin as if some unholy jester of the cosmos. If anything, what frightened me more was a cold feeling of infinite indifference as the beams began to coalesce around my visage, like its curse was just something it did for the comedy. Helpless, tears streaming down my face as I confronted the worthlessness of my existence, my body was engulfed in a light of such malevolent azure that I could feel my sanity begin to sizzle into oblivion.
That is when I woke up. The sound of my cellphone blaring to inform me that I received a text from work at 5AM, telling me that they were closed today due to the winter storm. The details only trickled back to me throughout the morning as I suddenly stopped in the middle of making an oatmeal breakfast, saying to myself, "What the fuck was that dream last night"? The clear vividness of the experience inspired me to write what happened in those hours of sleep. I hope you enjoyed this little adventure. Now I'm off to ponder on whether I should either change my diet to keep from having nightmares like that less often, or up the consumption to get more writing material. Ha ha.
Anyways, I was dreaming that I was in a two story building staring at a window from the dark corner of the room. There was a crystalline night sky, stars shining and the moon waxed full. I was terrified of the moonlight that shone in through the windows like a beam, casting strands of pale blue illumination across the floor in sporadic patterns of indescribable complexity. The lights moved, swaying back and forth as if the moon was some kind of spotlight, but they couldn't reach me, not in that dark safety of the corner. I clung to it like a child would its mother.
Somehow I was given internal context to why I was scared in this moment. I lived in a world where if the moon found you, then you would be cursed with a slow deterioration of intelligence until finally you were reduced to a gibbering infant. Nothing more than a slab of meat writhing around in your own drool until the curse bored its way into the most important cerebral functions, paralyzing and then killing you.
The evil luminescence crawled out of the room in time, leaving me in the comfortable void. In the dark there was safety. But it would be back, the light always came back. Should this have been a real situation, I would have stayed in the corner until dawn, but who knows whether this world I dreamt even had a sun to begin with. Regardless, I pushed past my fear and carefully meandered up to the window, crouched, and moving slow. And there it was, blue, full and terrible. An exact mirror of the moon that we know now, except here it loomed larger than I had ever seen. But what drew my eyes stood facing the building complex I sought shelter in, standing on the flat surfaced rooftop of some apartment complex.
I don't remember how many there were, but at least more than five individuals garbed in pure white robes stood in a wedge like formation, facial features obscured by overly large cowls bathing in the moons light. A feeling of pure revulsion and fear rose within me as I saw them. I don't know why I felt this way, but I trust that it was for a damn good reason. I could hear screams sing in unison from the buildings all around me as multiple moonbeams cut through the buildings like a laser. The moon had found victims tonight. It always did. My eyes kept a careful watch on where the light traveled but then my sight swerved back to the cloaked figures. I realized at that moment that I wasn't cautious enough. One of the figures on the left side of the wedge had raised its head and locked its gaze upon me.
An almost skeletal index finger, as white as the garbs they wore, raised its pointed gesture directly between my eyes. It screamed. Oh how it screamed. A high pitched squeal like someone running their finger nails over a chalkboard pierced the air causing drops of crimson to pool in my ears. I couldn't move, I was stunned as if the sound carried some kind of foul spell. My iris's were still functional though, and they shot up to the moon knowing what was about to transpire. The planetary body that hovered in that abyssal space had morphed into a monstrosity. A colossal orb of eldritch blue, the face growing a wicked grin that seemed to stretch too far around the sphere, full of jagged fangs taller than what any human architecture could achieve. It stared eyeless at me, mocking with that damnable grin as if some unholy jester of the cosmos. If anything, what frightened me more was a cold feeling of infinite indifference as the beams began to coalesce around my visage, like its curse was just something it did for the comedy. Helpless, tears streaming down my face as I confronted the worthlessness of my existence, my body was engulfed in a light of such malevolent azure that I could feel my sanity begin to sizzle into oblivion.
That is when I woke up. The sound of my cellphone blaring to inform me that I received a text from work at 5AM, telling me that they were closed today due to the winter storm. The details only trickled back to me throughout the morning as I suddenly stopped in the middle of making an oatmeal breakfast, saying to myself, "What the fuck was that dream last night"? The clear vividness of the experience inspired me to write what happened in those hours of sleep. I hope you enjoyed this little adventure. Now I'm off to ponder on whether I should either change my diet to keep from having nightmares like that less often, or up the consumption to get more writing material. Ha ha.
Resurrected Vengeance
In dead defiance do I wander
A well lived life gone and squandered
And now vengeance is my decaying hand
My living enemies shall not stand
They shall be flayed from skin and bone
All for my family that dwell beneath stone
And when all is done will I eternal lie
Proving once and all
Even devils cry
By VexOdium
1st Draft Excerpt from Project Star Spawn
Hey all!
For the sake of keeping this page updated and active, I thought my followers would be interested in reading a short excerpt from what I have written so far. Without further adieu.
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I dialed 9-1-1, and was answered with an audible click.
“911, what is the address of the emergency”? The voice was male, but not at all unpleasant and not at all unfamiliar.
“4209 Crescent Street. I need an ambulance. Myself and one other were in the vicinity of an explosion in the middle of City Park and I found the other without clothes on, so she may be suffering from hypothermia”. It was the truth, a
Update on Writing Projects
Hello everyone.
Just a couple things on the agenda. Project Star Spawn is still underway, but I have actually had some change in priorities since the start of the year. Originally I wanted to be a bit experimental by making it a web serial however I have had a change of heart. Instead, for the sake of actually finishing a novel length project, I have decided to go the more traditional route of writing it as a novel. I have given myself the timeline of finishing the first draft by the end of 2018, but hopefully it will be done much sooner than that.
I just recently completed the first draft of a short story that I will be posting to Deviant
Progress Report: Star Spawn and Monthly Submission
Greetings!
I just wanted to give a quick update on the status of my projects and what you can expect of me in the coming months. As you know I am currently working on a serialized series called Star Spawn and before I announced that you could possibly see something from me either towards the end of November or December. Unfortunately, due to me adjusting to a new job (IT Project Management and Desktop Support) I was not able to make the November deadline. This means I will be pushing for the end of December. It's still in the preproduction phase but I am finally getting to a point where I finally feel comfortable putting the pen to paper off
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Interesting dream, honestly. You said to formerselves that you had a increase in nightmares in last time, do you only know that they're nightmares or do you what happened in them [you also said that you can't recall many details in your post, but some would be enough - personally, I only recall one dream since years lol]? It would be interesting to see if there's a pattern in your dreams. Apoligizes if you already answered that.