Dreammare, Part 1

Had a nightmare last night. It was freaky shoot. Freaky shoot that will now be illustrated and written before I forget it.


First, there were eyes. Eyes that stared at me no matter where I went. Confusion surrounded me as the darkness formed into the staring eyes I forsaw. No matter where I looked, there was no end to them.

Walking. No, running. Running from the hatred, the evil... The...

Mocking.

The word I was looking for. No matter how tightly I squeezed my eyes shut, they were already closed. I saw only staring eyes. I saw in my reflection of these eyes that tears were coming down my face.

I began to punch at the eyes, though they made no matter of it. They just continued to pierce me with their cold looks. I felt twisted. As if I couldn't get rid of them. As though they were a part of me. I felt heavy. Hazy. Diluded. Insane? No. Not yet.