22.3.18



sometimes dreams come in off the street rudely  

theyre pungent unkempttheyll take up anything youve left vacant or unaccounted for  never mind that you had plans for them or didnt expect anyone or anything to challenge you

thats your mistake  

dreams move in righteously and they demand your concession  obviously you have plenty of space  its no matter to them that you carved it out for yourself

why would they or should they heed you

theyve gotten this far


they gloat



you have to realise that only violence will move them
                                                              their violence is extraterrestrial
it is from a realm a province you have no experience with and you will lose a myriad of painful battles before you can take back ground

whoever is most formidable will prevail


the battles are psychic horrific  gruesome

your dreams attempt to overwhelm you  they seek devises that make you squeamish then too embittered raw and consumedtoo embattled to recognise what hangs in the balance


his dreams devastated the people and places of his youth those fierce memories and touchstones  they were flayed horribly tortured murdered they were dismembered a piece at a time all the while begging the ruthless things to stop they were quilled with blasted glass slivers and shards they were set on fire and like burning paper ash or leaves they screamed as they waft into the air their fat smoking black they were penetratedpunched full of holes  sighed like bone flutes

then it was stopped

he was awakened

he fell back to sleep

and it began again in a different place the people tortured again slivered bludgeoned joints pulled apart hooked hung boiled drowned in shallow puddles thickened with coagulated blood feces and humours

then it was stopped

he was awakened

but before he fell back to sleep he found weapons and took them in with him

he couldnt save them all

but the ones he did save he armedthen

stopped

awakened

falling back to sleep

he returned with bulging sacks of brutal armament  

the tide was turning

they didnt stop until the dreams concededuntil they fled


these dreams didnt return didnt seek revenge



dreams have memories to corrupt too


recurring dream all last night,  Thursday,  22  3. 18