Post by demitri on Mar 4, 2009 23:38:25 GMT -5
(The first park of this takes place in the real world...you could most likely tell...but just fyi, it's Mark)
It had been a long day
And by long
he meant Endless
For the past month each day was an endless stream of one into another into another into another and…well, the idea was clear at least.
He placed his jacket onto the chair, ran his favorite CD of classical music
Perfect for the over educated stereotype he was quickly becoming, almost ready to quit his second job.
He had already archived most in a month than many could achieve in a year academically
Than again
Without the nights to wile away in dreams and the comfort of sleep
There was a lot one could accomplish
He lie on the bed
Staring up at the ceiling and imagining the stars
Not even stars
Deprived of sleep and he couldn’t even look at some simple stars, or even a proper sunrise to while away the painful hours of silence that rested within the night
He felt the hours and the minutes ticking slowly by
Slowly
Trying to remember his last dream
Hell
Even his last nightmare
Slowly another minute went by
What was it?
Was he falling, only to wake up right as his face was about to make love to pavement
Was he sitting with his imaginary girlfriend, with all the money in the world and witty anecdotes to spare?
Fuck it
He would have even settled for one of those dreams where a roast chicken was out to get you for some reason and your mother was wearing sausages in her hair waving giant crabs in your face for the sake of some arbitrary explanation that Dadaism was the reason why you’ve always had daddy issues.
He would have even settled for that
Just to save him from the pain of being awake and real
For every second
Alone
For who knows how long
He let out a sigh
Try the medication
They said
A guinea pig for science
For the safety of sleep and the enjoyment of the power of your own mind!
Let your brain take you beyond the limits of your body
They said
Yah…last time I do anything for the sake of college science…
He closed his eyes and rolled over, grumbling, knowing that it was useless
That he would be trapped within the cycle of insomnia forever, and ever and….
He could hear noise
Plain as day
Rumbling around him
People, many people
Shouting
Talking
Laughing
Speaking all sorts of language and sound
It sounded like
A city
Like the kind he imagined made it’s home in south Asia…and was called Bangkok…or Hongkong…
A wide and different array of smell surrounded him
Hazel eyes flew open
Glanced around
First he smiled, oh, just a dream
Because
Creatures like this don't really exist where I come from (and wouldn’t it be funny if it were Kansas).
People (sort of) walked by the dingy alleyway he seemed to have been placed in
Tall (surprisingly)
Short (also surprisingly)
Some of them with tentacles, blood stained and limbs missing
Others were the perfect specimen of human, like from a dream
Most of them were dressed in Victorian clothing, like from the historical society
Some of them
Were twisted
Monsters
Some had fangs and claws and….
Was that what he thought it was
He preferred not to think about it
He crawled on his hands and knees, peering out from the alley
A nervous grin
Had to be a dream
Had to be
He knew he couldn’t sleep
But maybe the meds finally wore off
Maybe
He saw a rusty fork next to him
Picking it up
“If this is a dream, than this shouldn’t hurt at all…”
Thought the over educated genius who had obviously never touched a book of famous last words
Lifting the tetanus infested dinnerware above his hand when
Something cold slid over his shoulders
A voice hissed in his ears
A woman’s
But far more slimy
“What have we here…”
It soothed, he stopped the fork mid-stab,
“A little lost mare…well, you’ve come at a fine time little one.”
He spun around
This was one of the more monstrous things
Quickly he skittered back on his hands, scraping against the gravel and dirt of the floor
Ohgodwhatitsit ohgodwhatthe****isit
No amount of therapy could explain this one
A creature that looked like an old woman, save…
It’s face was nothing but fangs and tongue, narrowed red eyes and a rasping laugh that screeched with dust
Her hands were sharpened claws of flesh, nails chipped and rotting
She reached for him
He lifted his fork
The only thing he had to defend against…that…thing and immediately regretted thinking that he could settle for a bad nightmare just to escape reality
It had been a long day
And by long
he meant Endless
For the past month each day was an endless stream of one into another into another into another and…well, the idea was clear at least.
He placed his jacket onto the chair, ran his favorite CD of classical music
Perfect for the over educated stereotype he was quickly becoming, almost ready to quit his second job.
He had already archived most in a month than many could achieve in a year academically
Than again
Without the nights to wile away in dreams and the comfort of sleep
There was a lot one could accomplish
He lie on the bed
Staring up at the ceiling and imagining the stars
Not even stars
Deprived of sleep and he couldn’t even look at some simple stars, or even a proper sunrise to while away the painful hours of silence that rested within the night
He felt the hours and the minutes ticking slowly by
Slowly
Trying to remember his last dream
Hell
Even his last nightmare
Slowly another minute went by
What was it?
Was he falling, only to wake up right as his face was about to make love to pavement
Was he sitting with his imaginary girlfriend, with all the money in the world and witty anecdotes to spare?
Fuck it
He would have even settled for one of those dreams where a roast chicken was out to get you for some reason and your mother was wearing sausages in her hair waving giant crabs in your face for the sake of some arbitrary explanation that Dadaism was the reason why you’ve always had daddy issues.
He would have even settled for that
Just to save him from the pain of being awake and real
For every second
Alone
For who knows how long
He let out a sigh
Try the medication
They said
A guinea pig for science
For the safety of sleep and the enjoyment of the power of your own mind!
Let your brain take you beyond the limits of your body
They said
Yah…last time I do anything for the sake of college science…
He closed his eyes and rolled over, grumbling, knowing that it was useless
That he would be trapped within the cycle of insomnia forever, and ever and….
He could hear noise
Plain as day
Rumbling around him
People, many people
Shouting
Talking
Laughing
Speaking all sorts of language and sound
It sounded like
A city
Like the kind he imagined made it’s home in south Asia…and was called Bangkok…or Hongkong…
A wide and different array of smell surrounded him
Hazel eyes flew open
Glanced around
First he smiled, oh, just a dream
Because
Creatures like this don't really exist where I come from (and wouldn’t it be funny if it were Kansas).
People (sort of) walked by the dingy alleyway he seemed to have been placed in
Tall (surprisingly)
Short (also surprisingly)
Some of them with tentacles, blood stained and limbs missing
Others were the perfect specimen of human, like from a dream
Most of them were dressed in Victorian clothing, like from the historical society
Some of them
Were twisted
Monsters
Some had fangs and claws and….
Was that what he thought it was
He preferred not to think about it
He crawled on his hands and knees, peering out from the alley
A nervous grin
Had to be a dream
Had to be
He knew he couldn’t sleep
But maybe the meds finally wore off
Maybe
He saw a rusty fork next to him
Picking it up
“If this is a dream, than this shouldn’t hurt at all…”
Thought the over educated genius who had obviously never touched a book of famous last words
Lifting the tetanus infested dinnerware above his hand when
Something cold slid over his shoulders
A voice hissed in his ears
A woman’s
But far more slimy
“What have we here…”
It soothed, he stopped the fork mid-stab,
“A little lost mare…well, you’ve come at a fine time little one.”
He spun around
This was one of the more monstrous things
Quickly he skittered back on his hands, scraping against the gravel and dirt of the floor
Ohgodwhatitsit ohgodwhatthe****isit
No amount of therapy could explain this one
A creature that looked like an old woman, save…
It’s face was nothing but fangs and tongue, narrowed red eyes and a rasping laugh that screeched with dust
Her hands were sharpened claws of flesh, nails chipped and rotting
She reached for him
He lifted his fork
The only thing he had to defend against…that…thing and immediately regretted thinking that he could settle for a bad nightmare just to escape reality