It happened again last night. The morning sun isn't quite up yet, but I have to write this down now while it's still fresh in my head. I spent all day tracking and taking game, skinning and bundling the meat to take back and sell. As it was, I must have fallen asleep soon after I had eaten. The last thing I remember before falling asleep, was the fire was dieing out. I meant to toss on some more wood, but my body had other ideas.
It must have been the smoldering smoke, or the crackling of the still green wood that tripped it off. The trigger still eludes me even now after all this time. I can remember slipping off to sleep, and hearing the womans voice again. "We'll be fine." she would say. A moment later, the males voice, "Alright, but be sure to have everything ready to move when I return." I could hear them, but not see them.
In the dream, I thought I could feel the warmth of the fire. But no, that couldn't be it. It had to be my own. Time has no meaning when asleep, so there is no way to know for certain for how long I rested peacefully before the next vision struck. I was awakened in the dream by screams, and chaos. Flashes of people running in all directions. Flames shooting from roof tops, people helping wounded escape. Escape, but escape what?
There was no order to it all. I would see the blood on their faces, and then everything went silent. They were taller than me, so I had to be a child in the dream. It's starting to grow hazy already. There was the noise. By the twelve it was the most awful noise, deafening and powerful enough to send waves through my body.
I think I was looking out of a window, maybe a doorway. I could feel someone, or something grab me and pull me away. Embers, and flames lit the entire sky, and cast shadows in all directions. I could see..but not hear. As awful as the noise was, the silence was worse. And then, everything went black. Hours must have passed before I started to dream again. This time, it was a figure leaning over me.
I could see no face in the darkness, but I could hear the words as a whisper as the figure cast me off to float away. "Forgive me.." Burning embers silhouetted the figure in the darkness as they rose in the not too far distance. My head, the pain unbearable. The smell of smoke laid heavy in the air. Only now, in the early mornings chill do I leap awake gasping for air.
What is this torment? What kind of devilry is it that stalks me so in the depths of my consciousness, that I may know so few night decent rest? This is the second time under this moon this has happened. I wish it were all clear, like a normal dream. But it isn't. It only comes in flashes, like the pages torn from a book, strewn across the desert sands.
I wish it would stop. Or answers come forth to make sense of the madness which cost me so much rest.
It must have been the smoldering smoke, or the crackling of the still green wood that tripped it off. The trigger still eludes me even now after all this time. I can remember slipping off to sleep, and hearing the womans voice again. "We'll be fine." she would say. A moment later, the males voice, "Alright, but be sure to have everything ready to move when I return." I could hear them, but not see them.
In the dream, I thought I could feel the warmth of the fire. But no, that couldn't be it. It had to be my own. Time has no meaning when asleep, so there is no way to know for certain for how long I rested peacefully before the next vision struck. I was awakened in the dream by screams, and chaos. Flashes of people running in all directions. Flames shooting from roof tops, people helping wounded escape. Escape, but escape what?
There was no order to it all. I would see the blood on their faces, and then everything went silent. They were taller than me, so I had to be a child in the dream. It's starting to grow hazy already. There was the noise. By the twelve it was the most awful noise, deafening and powerful enough to send waves through my body.
I think I was looking out of a window, maybe a doorway. I could feel someone, or something grab me and pull me away. Embers, and flames lit the entire sky, and cast shadows in all directions. I could see..but not hear. As awful as the noise was, the silence was worse. And then, everything went black. Hours must have passed before I started to dream again. This time, it was a figure leaning over me.
I could see no face in the darkness, but I could hear the words as a whisper as the figure cast me off to float away. "Forgive me.." Burning embers silhouetted the figure in the darkness as they rose in the not too far distance. My head, the pain unbearable. The smell of smoke laid heavy in the air. Only now, in the early mornings chill do I leap awake gasping for air.
What is this torment? What kind of devilry is it that stalks me so in the depths of my consciousness, that I may know so few night decent rest? This is the second time under this moon this has happened. I wish it were all clear, like a normal dream. But it isn't. It only comes in flashes, like the pages torn from a book, strewn across the desert sands.
I wish it would stop. Or answers come forth to make sense of the madness which cost me so much rest.
