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Saturday, April 28, 2012

Listening For That Sweet Tune-Chapter 7: A Dream To Remember Pt. 2




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He ignored that poor woman; not only did her speech not make sense but also nothing was going to stop anyone from leaving that room. A feeling of suffocation passed through the man’s lungs and into mine. The incredible pressure that was on his body started to affect my mind greatly. I couldn’t think straight—I don't think anyone could in this situation—to any simple matter that could be done. His hand was still on the door handle; he was deep in thought as the liquid increased several more inches. Like he forgot how to twist a simple knob but maybe, just maybe, he was reluctant to leave this place in which I found him.

There obviously was a need to get out, even the man could understand that but something held him back. Unfinished business? Maybe he knew what was on the other side of the door and he didn't want to face it. Only by the time the liquid level reached the man’s hips was when he finally decided on his next move. There wasn't a need to drowning anytime today; he put each foot on either sides of the doorway before swinging it open to prevent the liquid pushing him forward and on the ground. He continued to think longer for a moment’s time to prepare him from what's to come. I felt his heart race faster and faster until suddenly his heart stopped, like skipping a beat. Something that could give an average man a heart attack but this seemed natural. Similar to when you jump from a deadly height not knowing what was going to happen to you within a few seconds or even when fear overcomes your body and you jump out of your skin, loosing all motions in your body. 

The heart just simply stops until the feat is done and when everything becomes clear to your mind body your heart moves faster than before. You get adrenaline through your veins and you feel like you cheated death and you feel prepared for everything else that is willing to kill you. That is what the man felt when he turned the knob to the next room. He ceased to breathe and became willing to die within seconds but death did not greet him. It could have even been worse in his eyes, I'm not really sure but I knew one thing for a fact, his heart stopped when he began to walk into the room and it continued to stay silent till the mans last seconds approached into his view but it wasn't the time yet.

As the door started to be cracked open a light flooded into the dark hallway that the man was inside of. The glow from bright light grew more intense that the man had to shield his eyes and regretted it the second thereof. The liquid that was building up by the door rushed out through all the cracks and into the other room. The door swung open to reveal a clean and perfect room. Everything in every corner was a gleaming white and the brightness of light coming out of it made it seem like one was inside the sun. Obviously this couldn't be the case but regardless, the dark hallway that the man was within led to a large bright and open room. Polar opposites they may be but similar in the feeling of what was within.

The man looked down to see what was rushing around him and into the other room and he grew sick to the sight of it. This dream began as a nightmare but then the glory of a clean room made it seem that everything may not seem so bad but the nightmare has began to consume everything that was good and destroyed the potential of every living thing. Blood, previously up to the mans waist, that same very life force that keeps many things living, now was spreading its way into what was preciously pure. The man noticed this as well and when he gathered his footing appropriately, he swung himself through to the other side of the door frame and went against the current of the warm, crisp liquid to attempt to shut the door. Feeling similar to a hull breach in a ship that could make itself sink, the man used all of his might to close the door to prevent any more coming into the room.

The door could seal itself rather quite well when closed. The man looked around the room in awe, it was surprising, it seemed that he had never seen light before. The blood that entered the room previously spread itself around the large room, tracing every corner it passed. There was enough blood to cover the whole floor with a slight puddle, with that, you can tell more of the dimensions of the room. The room was perfectly square leaving roughly thirty feet for each wall. When trying to determine the height, it was no use. It looked like it went forever in comparison to the brightness of the room but that soon changed. It began very slightly. What appeared to be blood began to seep through the upper corners of the room, no more than fifteen feet of headroom and everything became smaller than previously thought.

The walls closed in, the floor shook and everything began to fall apart before the man’s eyes. No sound peered into the room other than the sound of blood flowing out of a wound, very slight but still intolerable. Every corner to every wall and ceiling started to seep blood, staining everything it touched. What looked like veins traced itself along the ceiling eventually making the whole ceiling red and then rain. No storm clouds appeared but whatever was happening on the ceiling poured down to the floor like a natural spring shower. The man couldn't move from his spot from within the room; a great fear overcame his body and he was ready to say goodbye.

The last need to escape pulsed through the man’s veins and he turned around to face the door that landed him within the room. There was no escape, the blood had already built up in the hallway and there was no way to fight the current that fast enough before drowning. Even if he did make it through the hallway, what is even on the other side? It could just be a mere dead end and if you were going to die, I would rather die in a room in which was bright, dyeing in the darkness could possibly be the worst feeling anyone could have but more appeared to him.

A bubbling began towards the center of the room—the sound became very prominent—as the blood began to flow into it. Something like a whirlpool began to form nearly sucking up all the blood that was collecting on the ground. It seeped down into some hole that seemed to be in the ground but no hole was visible. Something similar to a buildup of liquid began to rumble under the floor shaking everything and then all was quiet. The man approached the center of the room cautiously blocking his face to be rained on—everything was quiet. A few more feet towards the center of the room was regrettable as the pressure of all the blood from under the ground ruptured into a geyser pushing the man onto his back. Blood splattered everywhere and the floor grew more in blood content, then something more of a fountain took form.

As the man lied on his back the blood level continued to increase up to pass his chest and then his face. Waking up, the man coughed up the blood that was settling in his throat as he got back up to his feet. The taste was discomforting the taste of it was like nothing ever before, not even the taste of natural blood. The taste settled within the mans throat, there was no way in getting it out now but maybe that was intended. The fountain from the center of the room began to turn into a finer form, a form of a person, then very slender like a woman. All of her features took form and when completed she just looked like a normal woman just covered in red—this couldn't have been the case.

As she approached the man, blood trickled down from every part of her body and onto the ground, she minced towards him with a purpose and every feature was visible. Unlike him, she seemed happy to be here. Not only did she have a grin on her face but also she was very calm, she no longer looked like something that could be liquid but a straight form. She grew near to the man and placed one hand on his waist and the other on his shoulder pressing her whole body against him all in order to whisper into his ear.

'7, 16, 6, 21, 14. Make me proud.' My heart dropped and I knew this man didn't have too much time left if this was to be similar to my dream before. She lifted her hand from off of the man’s waist and pushed off of him for a few inches and placed her right hand on his left wrist. It didn't seem like much at first but a sizzling began to sound from between them. The hold in which she had placed on the man’s arm began to burn through his skin, creating an intense pain to every sound of it. He began to scream—being the first sound I heard him make—and attempted to push the woman away from him. The hand she had on his shoulder moved up to his neck and she choked him for every second that he resisted.

While the burning continued, bruises and lacerations formed all over the man’s body, tearing his flesh with every inch the cuts moved on his body. 'You want to make me proud don't you?' she growled to him. The man was in total pain, he couldn't respond and that infuriated the woman. She threw him on the ground into the lake of blood that he was previously standing in--the blood level was now up several feet and was growing rapidly. The man scrambled to his feet to realize that within seconds the blood rose several more feet to make him unable to touch the floor without going under.

The view of the woman blended within the pools as she soon disappeared. He continued to rise up higher and higher to the point that his hands were touching the ceiling then making him to breathe in his last dying breath. All of the lights within the room turned off leaving him to die within the darkness. Nothing was visible, nothing could be heard. The mans last breath escaped from his lungs forcing all that was left of air out of his body. I suppose this is where he died, the worst way to go in my opinion but the dream continued for several more minutes. Everything was black and silent but before I had the chance to wake up, a heartbeat rose from the darkness. 


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