It's been a while since I posted, mainly because I've been working and partly because I haven't had much to write about. Until the nightmares started. I've been having them for about a fortnight now and this is the only one I have managed to remember in full.
I apologise for the ambiguities in it, even I don't understand it! I just thought it was kinda cool and well, it terrified me when I woke up from it....
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The dreamscape slipped suddenly, tearing a rift in her rambling thoughts, plunging reality into a realm of abstract light. Images were forced to twist and mutate into kaleidoscopes of brilliant flashes, bringing with them disorientation. It swirled through her body as she stumbled and grabbed blindly for liquid surfaces that began to pour upwards and flood the alcoves like spilt ink.
The singularity slowed to a distant hum, throwing orange hues into the fading after images of her living room furniture. She flinched as the portal ripped open and gasped desperately at the sight of her lover in the arms of two women, stony faced with betrayal.
Heaving air into her lungs, she looked down to see a knife in her trembling hand. Without a second thought, she spread the shuddering blade as widely as the traitor’s grin across the resonating vision. Light poured from the wounds of the chimera as it began to melt like burning exposures, holes pocking and spreading like drops of mercury.
Rage involuntarily thrust up into her throat, paralysing her; she was unable to stop herself from falling to her knees now as the bile climbed in her, leaving copper to roam her mouth … struggling to turn and flee.
A voice seared across her ears and skin, calling her name insistently over and over.
“Dana … Dana. It’s ok; hold still. You’re gonna be ok…”
She recognised the voice as if from a dream and spun to see an oval of blistering light hanging like a broken spectre before her. Its white core began to diminish as shards of the effervescent being splintered from its radiant centre like St. Elmo’s fire.
The burning mass finally extinguished taking the form of John; she would never have expected him to be here. He stalked towards her with an almost predatory glare in his eyes.
Exhausted and doused in sweat, she collapsed backwards into his waiting arms feeling reality hiss back into the void of existence as life fell silent around them like stars.
John reclined gently with her in his embrace and stroked the damp hair back from her face. She breathed heavily and he watched silently as her chest laboured to rise and fall.
“I thought I was gonna have to call a doctor there…” he whispered softly.
A smiled spread slowly across her face.
“What are you doing here John?”
She felt his fingers trail gently over her ribs, narrowly missing the curve of her breast. Her skin begged him to turn back.
“Saving your life it would seem.”
“I’m having a bad day.”
“I couldn’t tell,” he chuckled.
He let his touch pursue further down across her stomach and listened quietly to her voice as she spoke.
“I saw him. He was …’ she hesitated, ‘he was with other women, two of them.”
The words stung the back of her throat as the thought of the harpies dissolved into her eyes.
“No, you know he loves you.”
“I know, but I can’t cope with it anymore; he has to die. I need to live,” she admitted.
John frowned at her confession but sighed with reluctant defeat, thinking how much of a hypocrite he was at that moment. It was only last week that he had rid himself of the significant other in his life. He shuddered at the thought.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked.
“Nothing – it’s already done.”
Stark realisation flooded over his skin at her words and he turned his gaze upward to heaven as if waiting for the Gods to strike him down.
“Dana … it’s the Daemon. It’s here. But it’s you … It’s in you!”
“What?”
“The rings … why didn’t I see it before?”
“What rings?”
John opened his palm. Two golden rings sat in the centre. She looked at them closely feeling dread soar in her chest as she saw that he was right.
Her stomach lurched and convulsed as a surge of vomit tumbled into her mouth. Leaping out of his arms, she fell against the rim of the toilet and scrambled up desperately as the Daemon ejected itself out of her oesophagus.
She choked as black, brown and red clots of flesh and sinew splattered against the inside of the porcelain and at the edges of the rim.
The sour smell of sick rose up to her senses as she shook at the sight of the worm twisting in the bottom of the bowl.
John crawled to her side and stared at the parasite in terror. He pulled down hard on the flush mechanism and watched it disappear.
They sat back together and looked at one another, fearing the truth. The Daemon was gone and their lovers were dead.
Taking a ring, they slid it down each other’s finger and smiled.
“It was worth it, “she uttered.
“I agree …”
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Its the second draft. I'll probably ammend it when I have more time. And when I'm not scared to death and utterly exhausted
I love me dreams... ¬.¬
Nyx
