Nightmares & Daydreams

      We were on a beach not sure if I was a boy or a girl but I was accompanied by an older woman in their 40’s, we stayed at a dreamlike house facing the desolated beach. In the morning as I brushed my teeth a creature from the seas took my place in bed, raped and killed the woman. I heard noises from the room but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, I thought she was probably watching tv or something. When I got out of the bathroom I was in owe, a siren-like creature was laying on the bed next to the dead corpse of that lady, her face was blue as well as her entire body all covered in scales, she had no legs all that was there was a fishtail.         Her face was not pretty but the look was hypnotic, she smiled at me with her spiky teeth, I was paralyzed, she lured me into walking next to her and messed with my mind, I was not in my room anymore I was in hers deep in the sea, now I could see her beauty, the most beautiful woman I had ever s...

As I’m intending to keep it cool, he rushes into the soul. But I’m still dead, though with his joyful spirit the abysm becomes more than a bearable place to be, my soul, refuses to give in. Quite aware that it might slip through my veins and get to my heart, I’d still risk it all. _________________________________________________________________________________ Sweet little demon, that’s me. I have to remind myself that I have everything figured out, that I already passed through this, and I am in fact a feather being taken away by the wind. Nothing new, the demon, now the person whose demons have possessed is confident that there is no better company than that of hers. She’s always known it. But just like lies, the truth has to be studied so you don’t forget about it when you’re telling it. The person needs to know that they all rank way down below, that in the end, the intensity will feel like a dream, one of those you don’t remember well and question if it really happened at all....

A bright light wakes me up, I’m naked in the middle of nowhere. I look at my hands they look orange, I have no nails and four fingers. I feel confused that’s not how I remember myself I look at my feet and I have two fingers also orange and a little covered in mud as if I had been walking for hours. My heart starts beating fast I feel teary and scared and in my mind, I remember my mother and I calm down. I breathe in and out and try to be rational, it’s okay don’t panic I say out loud but the voice I hear isn’t remotely close to mine.  I panicked and ran, the ground is full of grass and wet, that’s not how I remember grass to be this grass is blue and smelly, I run even faster my feet hurt I feel exhausted still keep running I don’t want to face reality, I hope this is a dream actually a really disturbing nightmare and I want to wake up, I say to myself, wake up, wake up while I run, but I just can’t wake up and my feet are still hurting, I’m out of breath, I can’t continue runn...

Same demons! Those have been following me ever since I can remember: I seem to write about them and their influence on me over and over again. They seem to be the only consistent thing throughout the years. Me, fighting against them, they enjoy their toll on me, then we hug and laugh about how miserable we are and how in a very twisted way we only have each other. I hate them most of the time but they’re just doing their work, how can I judge them? They excel in what they do, all that they produce in me makes me who I am. We’re a dysfunctional couple but we are together anyway. I double-think my feelings they are the only powerful words and I get carried out for what I think I should feel when they are around. I feel everything and then nothing, I don’t know if I block it or it just happens. When everything seems a little obscure and boring I find drama appealing and refreshing, just a way to be reborn. ________________________________________________________________________________...

See the people passing by while I’m dissociating away from my body, I’m no longer human, I’m inhabiting a body but I don’t belong to it. I can see through his eyes, move my hands through his hands, breathe in and out through his lungs but I’m not him, he’s just a vessel. Everyone moves, I’m just an observer. ....

The Hunter is charming and deadly. The Hunter knows if he or she is a hunter. Those traits are embedded in their blood from birth. The taste for blood and power makes them members of the superior class. No union between Hunter s and Lures is well accepted by the community. The Lures are lower class creatures that are meant to be destroyed. They reproduce unusually fast and threaten the survival of the middle and upper classes. The Hunters hardly ever become Lures but it is a possibility that everyone dreads.