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Stephen Edwin King once wrote, “Nightmares exist outside of logic and there is little fun to be had in explanations”.
Nightmares are antithetical to the poetry of fear. In the horror story the victim keeps asking why. But there is no explanation and there shouldn’t be one. The unanswered mystery is what stays with us the longest. And it is what we will remember in the end.
I have always had a vivid imagination but this dream unsettled me. It was wild, dark and weird even by my standards. So yes it began with a dream.
Following a typical nightmare pattern, I was late, desperately trying to reach my destination; A Light house, for some urgent reason that I couldn’t remember. I had been driving too fast down a coastal road to get there. I had seen the hitchhiker too late. He was dead, I was convinced they would put me in jail and i would never see her again.
Suddenly his body was gone. I was in shock from the crash and could hardly stay on my feet. But i knew i had to get to the light house. The light house, i knew there was something important waiting for me there. She was there, but I couldn’t remember her face or her voice. All that I could remember were fleeing memories of golden smiles, and graceful but subtle hand movements. And so i ran, towards the light house.
My name is Archtomato, and yes, I’m a dreamer.
Cheers.
ps: I bet Chuck Norris doesn’t get this kinda wussy dreams.