I wrote about a nightmare I had the other night. I just made the ending up because dreams don't usually have endings. Well Here you go!
Cold Water
I find myself in what seems to be a post-modern office building of about five stories. Water pours constantly down all
of the stairs making them very slippery. The florescent bar lights flicker as if damaged, some of the fixtures smashed. I
am beckoned by surviving staff members to climb up the stairs as fast as possible. We rush together up the stairs,
occasionally slipping but being aided to our feet by the nearest person. We reach the fourth floor, the stairs to the fifth
floor are boarded up, blinding light shining from the gaps, the boards shaking as if being pounded on by hammers. As
we scuttle into the fourth floor we rush through a room with large glass pane windows, with wild garden balconies of
cement. The room has in it two wrecked, decay-filled rows of cubicles, in each a frozen computer, and in each chair
is an employee, motionless, and withering, staring at their brightly flashing screens, there hands melted into the
keyboards like roots of flesh bone and ethernet cable. The entire building is shaking and blinding white, cold light is
blasting in every window, obscuring everything but the cement balconies filled with dry dirt and weeds. We hide in a
room in the back and shut the door and the light shines in brighter, through the walls until we can't see as the shaking
gets worse.
The shaking stops, and the light dims to the way it was before, and I am fumbling down the same, slippery stairs
cascading with cold, clear water. From the second floor I am making my way down the basement, where I began this
horrid nightmare. As I make my way down each stair, my feeling of absolute terror increases exponentially, as if I'm
sprinting to a fate worse than any death. I do not know why I am going this way, and I cannot stop. Something
unknown to me has set my absolute determination upon reaching the basement. My will hardens as my fear increases
like tempering steel. As I reach the basement floor I pivot left on the wet floor, and attempt to sprint through the ankle-
high cold water, my feet sliding with my forward momentum, momentarily halting my progress, furthering my horror. I
dash into my worst fear, the light, towards the heavy steel doors at the end of the long narrow room. Crystalline
material bursts from every crack and orifice of the walls at both sides of me, growing. I slam into the doors at the end,
failing to stop. The floor is cold and smooth like ice. I can feel the frigid water climbing up my legs, biting at my feet with
cold like I've never imagined. I push at the door as if to escape, realizing at the same time that my efforts are futile as
the crystal structures grow faster, closing in on my desperate, hopeless soul. Something begins pounding at the doors
from the outside, harder and harder, the light bursting in again until the doors blast open relinquishing freezing cold
liquid light, thrusting me back into the spires of crystal behind me and all goes white. The light flashes away as fast as
it came, and I am running back up the flooding stairwell again, still alone, the building crashing down around me as the
earth tremors furiously. I reach the third floor in hopes of finding something to my advantage, anything. I kick open the
doors and several employees with white shirts, black ties and khaki slacks, covered partially in black mold with no
eyes and mouths full of what looks like tendrils of skin, severed arteries, tree roots and bloody, sparking electrical
wires rise from their cubicles and start walking towards me with surprisingly upright posture as if to gesture me to go
back. I go forward, trying to plow my way through them to get to the window on the opposite side of the room. I try to
push through the lot of them, lined up in a semi circle, but my force seems to be completely nil and they do not even
flinch, they grab me and start pushing me back as I resist to no avail. I feel something reaching from below, pulling me
down and back, but I cannot look down to see what it is. What appears to be surgical tubes at my first and
unregretfully last glance starts to crawl over the employee's shoulders and towards my face. Like multiple centipedes,
they slide up my neck and into my mouth and nose. I try to bite down on them to sever them before they reach my
throat but they are hard as stone and I hurt my teeth as they continue down my throat, choking me. I struggle to cough,
feeling them sliding down my esophagus and through my sinus passages, irritating everything they touch like caustic
sandpaper. I can't breath, and I can feel my lungs burning as the tubes occupy my lungs. My pounding heartbeat
becomes irregular, and the edges of my vision darken slowly as Technicolor television static fills in behind the spread
of the blackness. Soon everything is pain and static. I feel myself being violated from the inside at my last moments, the
corrosion eating holes inside of me.
I then shock myself awake so abruptly that I don't even know if my eyes were closed to begin with. I wiggle slightly
to make sure I'm not trapped in sleep paralysis, but I'm still too terrified at this point to want to move any more. I lay in
my bed, motionless, staring into the darkened ceiling above until I fall asleep again minutes later.
Edited by limestoneman (10/04/11 09:00 PM)
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