It was dark and the reek of chemicals and bleach was heavy in the air. Walking along a table, cold underfoot, like stainless steel.
Curious, how our subconscious rationalizes such nonsense. This and some force assured me I was not a micro-fauna, the world was simply much larger than me. I recall in the logic of the dream I questioned In the dream the world was enormous, and I was a tiny spec, no bigger than your index finger. I fell asleep quickly, the sound of light rain on the roofĪnd then I began to dream. it is like an itch in the back of my mind.Īfter a glass of wine I had headed to bed, tired from moving around boxes and cleaning out the storage shed. I will admit my curiosity is overwhelming but I respect Angeliques privacy, she is quite reserved about her family and her These areĪs I write this next to me in my study.
Scatterbrained,Īfter balancing the account I gained access, and I discovered a number of boxes, old school books, nick-knacks and most curiously a box of personal records. (though I mean that in the most endearing way) and I discovered quite recently she had a storage unit in her name which was defaulting on the payments. I had spent the weekend moving some of Angeliques belongings into the house, she is quite the scatterbrain, I rarely dream, save for one or two strange recurring ones. One to believe in premonition, but the sensation I am experiencing is nothing short of panic, induced by of all things, a dream. Though I usually reserve my note taking for my medical endeavors, but I feel I need to record tonights experience, as it may be significant to said endeavors. My flesh is bulging from the pressure just below its surface.
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Look away from these holes even as the movement beneath my skin becomes more intense. The pressure released sends a jolt of pain across my body. It's only when I feel movement right beneath my finger I jerk my hand away. Intense but not unpleasant, a burning warm sensation begins to radiate all across my side. I press my fingertips into them and the stinging becomes more I run my fingertips over it, there is a stinging sensation. My head and the holes stretch and distort. I know that they are rising from my womb, in my dream this is logical. In this dream I am not afraid, even as I see things writhing beneath my skin. Round shallow holes in my skin, raw wounds, oozing a clear liquid, matting in my fur. I jerk it awayĪs my skin feels strange, and there is a warm sticky substance on my fingertips. I reach for the light switch with one hand, and run the other over my stomach. The floor of the bathroom is ice cold against my footpads. I walk across the room to the bathroom, with a strange pressure sometimes a tickling sensation IĪppreciate those moments of peace from my own thoughts. When I sink into the pillow and Angelique's scent washes over me, all I ever recall is that surreal feeling of floating before falling unconscious into blackness.