My nightmare
My dream, its recurring, god knows why!
From the outside the building is nothing more than a brick hut surrounded by a high black wrought iron fence. The grass has grown long and thistles and brambles weave there way up through it. A small gravel path leads up to a couple of stone steps and a large wooden door that is splintered and hangs from its hinges.
As you approach the building you can see that the brick work is ancient, the bricks are crumbling with age and the onslaught of moss and ivy. Two small gutters run from under the door at the left and the right and these are coated with a thick layer of blood and gore. The building looks abandoned.
The door creaks open, and you realise you work there. The building has a large corridor running up the middle with the gutters you can see outside running down the sides of it. At regular intervals up each side there are rooms with no doors each containing a metal trolley and a selection of surgical tools. There is a large open room at the end of the corridor and in this are a pyramid of corpses each wrapped carefully in white linen.
You and several others, others you do not know as they are faceless, wheel the trolleys from the rooms up the corridor and start to collect the bodies. You take them back to the side rooms and start to perform hap hazard autopsies on them. This continues until there is only one body left.
When you are all done there is one body left, laying serenely on the floor. You go to collect it with your trolley but find you cant approach it, and neither can the others. The body radiates fear, the closer you get the more intense the feeling, you can feel it in your bones and you feel your heart will break.
You can't take it and decide you have to leave, you run down the corridor and through the wooden door, but when you step outside its pitch black. So dark you can't see an inch in front of your face. The something takes your hand.
At this point I wake up, heart pounding, sweating and generally scared out of my wits. Its a very very vivid dream and one of the few I remember. Been having it at least once a month for about 2 years now... had it last night... and its really beginning to get on my nerves!
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...How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd...
Alexander Pope "Eloisa to Abelard"
The iron ore feels its self needlessly tortured
as it goes through the furnace.
The tempered blade looks back and knows better.
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