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I had a fragment of a nightmare last night. It was more of a ring of a nightmare, than a fragment. The same moment, happening, with a start and end point, looping over and over. I was awake and aware that I was having a dream. At the same time though, I wasn’t able to stop it or slow it down. I kept seeing a giant tree. Reaching up and out. A massive oak tree, with branches that reached out to the sides and down to the ground. The tree must have been hundreds of years old. The wood looked like it had turned to stone. The tree was massive where it went into the ground, and the roots had buckled up.

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I fell asleep again. It was an odd sensation. The humming I have been hearing in my head, somewhere behind me, increased. Not in volume, but in vibration. Somehow, the frequency increased, like someone was strumming a wire, and had shortened the period between waves of the wire. It was faster, but not speed like how often. It was like pieces of sound were being shoved behind my head over and over. Normally, it fades into the background silence, but now it was so easy to here. I couldn’t help but notice it. It didn’t stay at the same pitch either. It varied and changed. The volume never went anywhere, but I could barely think of anything else.

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I was in a dark room with my eyes closed. I was holding them so tightly closed. I stood there for a long moment. Then i couldn’t remember why I had them closed so tightly in the first place. I tried wracking my mind for something to tell me why they were closed. Why am i standing here? Why am i standing? How long has it been, and how do i remember what it is like to stand up? There I was though, with my eyes closed in a dark room.

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I woke up this morning? This evening, or this whatever. I woke up, and for the first few minutes I couldn’t remember what had woken me up so quickly. Normally, it is like walking out of a thick fog. The view around me comes in slowly, and fades more into view, than out. It seems normally like the things around me are fading into existence as I wake up. This time though, i was asleep one moment, and awake the next. The thing that woke me up was a small humming.

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This Dream seemed more like fragments of thoughts than a story or narrative. I woke up in bed and again tried so hard to move. I laid here in this half awake and half asleep state, and tried for hours to move something. I wanted to scream. I wanted to pull these sheets down and see myself. I couldn’t even remember for a long moment what I looked like anymore. For a moment i was terrified that my body wasn’t really here, that this was just a form I invented to make sense of my new world. Then i could see the edges of my body laying in state under the blankets around me.

I felt back to all the moments in the dream, or dreams, i had last night. Trying as i have been to form some sort of pattern. Something that will give me a clue as to where I am. How i got here and how i can get out of this room.

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It felt like snow. Snow all over the side of a high mountain. Cliffs that ran into the air so high they couldn’t be real. It looked like grey granite that no one had climbed up in a thousand years. It looked like a place where people would dig into the rockface to find warmth. Somewhere beyond where life should even think of going. Covering all of that gray and cold was the snow.

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I dreamt of flocks of birds last night. I still don’t know why i call my sleep ‘night’. I don’t know when day ends and night begins. I don’t know how to tell my time apart from waking to dreams. Last night though, their were birds. Small brown birds. Thousands of them clinging to vines on a wall. Brown leaves falling away, and the birds were everywhere.

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by ·Comments Off on iCE AND THE WINTER WIND

Shouldn’t i be able to hear the wind? I think i might be underground. I don’t know where or when this thought was in my head, but now I can’t get rid of it. I know that even in a building of stone and metal, something like a factory or a hospital, or something strong like a skyscraper, i should be able to feel the vibration of the wind, in some way. Especially since i have so little sensory data to work on here. But there isn’t anything. I never feel any movement, and no noise at all. Where am i right now?

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 My body feels faded today.  So faded, and hollow.  I don’t think that it has changed, but it feels like it has been made of layers of clay.  Each dried, but not fired, and brittle.  Each built on the last, and each a shell around the frame.  Each piece makes a shape around the core of me, and each is dusty and dry.  Clay like a chrysalis around a caterpillar, but brittle and dead.

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 Something made me think of the faces in my dreams.  Something about the way they all look in each dream the same, and yet distinct.  You would think that I would have a better eye for faces, since i seem so focused on small details.  Somehow though they always slip away in my mind once they are past my view. I remember the basic features, but everything detailed fades into this hazy view.  

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