Dreams and Visions
Mirth Lost
I wake up in my old, childhood room, now filled with giant spiders. Their nets are extremely strong and appear to be made out of fabric or plastic. They start to attack me. I try to hit back, but I miss each time. Deathly afraid of the spiders I make my way out of the room and into the hallway. One of the spiders climbing around on the walls morphs into a monkey. The monkey continues the climbing, jumping around all over the place, until its journey meets a dire end. The monkey yells "No!" right before one of its hands is cut off. His blood gushes out and paints the floors and furniture red.
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I am in a school where time moves in a peculiar way. I am sitting next to my Muse, flipping through a catalogue where his things (or copies of them) are for sale. He pretends to not look at what I am doing, but I catch him in the act. We both continue as if nothing happened. We both continue with the illusion of us not knowing what the other one is doing.
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I look up at the clock. Only an hour has gone by, but the clock shows it to be four in the morning on the same day, although it should be three in the afternoon. I am now alone in the classroom. There is a door in the middle of the room. I open it (or do I close it?), and as I do so I notice a big wound on my wrist. Although it is filled with stitches and coagulated blood, it is healing. The wound hurts, though, and I feel confused, irritated and uncertain.
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Big, black clouds gather quickly over the city that I am in. The police are out on the streets chasing terrorists. I am afraid that the terrorists will come to the school, but luckily they turn around at one of the school's doors.
I then venture out into the hallways. I soon find several people already sitting in the cafeteria, eating breakfast. I am looking for my Muse, but I cannot find him anywhere.
The Norns
They flock around the salted, raw meat. Licking it voluptuously with their long tongues. Now the rune stones finally start to show the truth, instead of just mocking my questions.
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Spiders they send me in heaps: small, jumping spiders; big, long-legged ones; spiders in my bed; spiders on my head; malformed spiders with three legs and a crooked smile... they spin and spin... but then one day they are all gone.
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Cackling hags in flowing robes peering in through the window. What are they spinning? It is hard to trust those toothless smiles, but also exciting to put my future in their wrinkly hands. What will they spin into the fabric that is my future? Only time will tell...
The Rat
I wake up in a small room or closet in an unknown apartment. Another person is giving me a tour of the place. We start to smell something weird. In an effort to find the cause of the rotten smell, we begin to sniff around the apartment. The sound of small feet running around in the walls leads us to a door. We open the door and find an empty room; no rats or mice in sight. We soon conclude that this area is the source of the foul smell.
I walk around outside the room, in what could be called a living room. When I look down at the floor I notice that I am walking through heaps of bones and carcasses of dead hares. Everything is bloody; covered in both fresh, red blood and dried, black blood. The bones go *crunch* *crunch* beneath my feet.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of small feet running fast around in the other room. I hurry over and manage to catch a rat just as it jumps through the doorway. I hold it tight, tighter and tighter until its bones snap. I squeeze even tighter until the rat explodes, spilling blue and red entrails and veins over my hands.