I have very vivid dreams. Some of them have a location that is the same, some have a story that is the same, some even continue over several nights like reading an novel.
Either way, I have decided to write them down. Here is one I wrote down in 2010.
Content Warning: Death, Murder, Detailed Animal Murder and Corpses, Torture.
At the beginning, there was a group of us and a man. A sick, twisted, evil man. His only goal was to murder us as painfully as possible. He caught us one by one, like wild animals. He caged and tamed us. We became puppets in a very sadistic game. I fought back for a while, but it seemed to be a losing battle. Eventually, I was the only one left with any sense of free will, the only one that was not broken. With this advantage, I plotted over years and finally snuck out, then I ran.
I ran through all the rivers and towns, spending time gathering supplies, but never staying long, for a sense that he was catching up. That he was running right at my heels. It did not help that any sense of a road or walkway was water, whether a small creek or a huge rushing river.
Eventually, I found a place that I thought was safe. It felt peaceful, magical, and calm. It was an abandoned temple made into the side of the natural rock. You got to it through a shallow crystal pool of water leading off from the large river. The crystal pool was surrounded by healthy forest trees and vines with sunshine the peeked through the leaves, shimmering and dancing on the surface of the water. There were two pedestals within the circle. One was empty and the other had a stone wildcat cub on its side. I felt safe, protected by the energy the temple emitted. I climbed onto the empty pedestal, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed in the sunshine.
When it felt like the next day, I heard voices and it startled me from my meditation to the forest greenery and calm water sounds. I jumped from my spot and ran to see who it was, if they were safe, and if they were ones who would believe my story and help me. I accidentally knocked the stone cub off the second pedestal in my haste to get a better view of the river. I immediately knew something bad was going to happen as I watched it roll through the crystal pool and wash out and down into the river. It was headed back in the direction that I had run from, in the direction of the man.
There was a noise from behind me, it was a real wildcat mother crying and yowling as if I had done something particularly painful. As her eyes met mine from her spot on top of the rocks, the roof of the temple, I realized I had something else to run from. Her cubs looked hungry, and she was going to train them to hunt. So, I ran.
I ran to the end of the land, the end of the earth, as far as one could. The river ended and I was on solid ground, a mix of cobblestone and gravel road. Upon reaching the town, I knew I was near the end. One side was a straight cliff that had the town built into it. Colorful yellow and red wooden structures built tall. On the other side of the gravel covered cobblestone there was an angry untamable ocean that dared you to come near. Taunting you, then crashing huge waves as tall as the buildings, just missing the walkway. Facing me was The End. A giant mountainside with a thin, wide waterfall going down its side, with a smaller one trickling beside it. It would shine in silver daggers on the way down and sing the beautiful crashing notes of the mountain song. The lament of the end. This waterfall was well known as "Wrath of the Gods."
All the townsfolk had gone inside and locked the doors. The sun was shining, and the town was abandoned. I was confused, but then I knew why. I had heard the wildcat's cry from not far behind me, so I ran in the only direction I could. I ran straight for the Wrath of the Gods. Along the side, where the small, weak waterfall ran, was a crumbling rocky walkway leading up, so I climbed.
I climbed the Wrath of the Gods, and I hid in the highest little cave, where the silver song waterfall started. It was cramped and there was a definite danger of falling to my death, but I felt a little safer. There was no way they would find me here, no way they would risk the waterfall. I had never been more wrong. I heard a small purring noise and looked to see one of the cubs peek overtop of the opening where I had climbed through. It was cute and innocent looking, then it bared its fangs and claws and jumped at me. I felt pain in my arm and grabbed at it, flinging it off my arm. With a yowling noise, it fell down the mountain. The problem was, there were many of them and they were all master climbers. Each one was harder to fling off than the next and they all seemed to survive the fall and climb again.
Eventually, I threw one hard against the rocky edge that I had climbed over and heard a sickening crunch. I watched a vivid image of its back breaking in two backwards. It was the most disgusting thing, I felt like a monster at how satisfying and relieving it had been. I was turning into what I feared most. However, it gave light that I could win this, finally be safe. I had the power to save myself, even if there was nowhere left to run.
I grabbed the cubs one by one as they attacked me and flung them hard against the rocky surface. After a while, there was silence and I thought I had won. Breathing hard, I felt disgusted but free, like I had just won a war all by myself. My heart stopped as I heard a louder and deeper purring noise. I looked over the spot I had climbed through, now littered with three little corpses, and fear flooded my soul. The mother wildcat was slowly climbing. She had not seemed to notice her cubs at my feet, as her eyes were locked right with mine. The look of a calm killer and experienced hunter looked back from her yellow-green stare. The eyes I had been terrified of for years, the eyes of the man I had first ran from.
Trying to squish myself as far back into the cave as possible, my blood splattered sneaker pushed one of the cubs and it's lifeless corpse flopped and rolled down to its mother's feet. She looked down and a look of dread and panic spread through her eyes. She nudged and prodded each one in vain, then let out the most sorrowful, angsty, and enraged yowl I have ever heard.
Her eyes turned back to mine, a look of pure revenge now set on her face. Her eyes flashed with anger, and she pounced. I felt a copious amount of pain in my arms and legs. While I struggled and fought, all I could see was the blur of yellow fur, red, and the dark grey rock behind it. I looked down and saw deep scratches from which I was staining her fur. They were all up and down my arms. In the seconds that I watched; the scratches disappeared under dark red blood. Then everything went black.
Everything was black. I couldn’t hear or see anything, there was only silence. Silence for what seemed like an eternity. Then I woke.
(2010)
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