I awoke this afternoon in a puddle of cold sweat, unaware of where I was and who I am. Once my surroundings became familiar, I gathered myself and wrote out what I had dreamt. This is the best I could do to describe the sheer terror that is the indescribable.


As terror, disturbance, and instability engulf the land, a perplexing scenario unfolds in the midst of these events. Illusions intertwine with the abyssal landscape of reality as if their dreamlike nature strangles the soul while they sleep.

The elusive places have brought some refuge, while others, weakened by a lack of strength, have attempted more intangible paths.

As the air vibrates with striking blows and echoes of those fallen from towering heights, there lingers a sense of eerie tranquility. In this otherworldly dance, figures take flight without wings, hanging in the air in a state of suspended motion.

As a victim and assailants lose their boundaries in this enigmatic realm, these divisions are tainted with the specter of imaginary blood spilled on the innocent.

There is a disturbing sense of this nightmare being prophetic.

© WaKeUpWoRLD