Crinkled (712 hits)
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Submitted by <ThineJericho.at.gmail.com> (View user info) at 2005-03-20 04:16:45 EST
Did you ever dream?
Dream of a feeling, not through pictures or visual stimulation. But merely a physical feeling. Of passing through crinkled metal, blunt walls and endless mazes. It came in the in-between time of sleep and consciousness, a time where reality and a dreamscape blend together, forming nothing but a feeling, an emotion perhaps.
The dream is hard to explain. Alone, as the dream always is, the labyrinth of sharp edges and gray pathways.
Everything always fades to gray in this dream. Hope lost, but the journey continues.
Almost as if you've been turned inside out and your stomach is being pulled along a rocky road. It never hurts, not really, but there's a sense that your body, your mind, is being filled with far too much. Eventually, if you don't wake up, there's no choice but to explode with the gray. The gray that is - and the gray that was.
For a time you took to purposefully getting so little sleep that there would be no entrance to the REM stage needed for true dreams. Finally, after literally collapsing on several occasions, you quit the process and instead merely exhausted yourself utterly so that the in-between stage of sleep would never come, thereby, according to some research, erasing all memory of the dreams the night before.
That was last year. The year before, and the years before, from age fourteen onward, there were other diversions. Always an escape. Always a way to forget, to bury unwanted remembrances. As it is currently, the drugs, the alcohol, the mistakes - never buried the memories deep enough.
And now. Now, the drugs, the mistakes: no regrets, but no more repetition.
However, the original subject was dreams. Dreams and the feeling, a physical sensation that tears your body apart and brings a grief far heavier than tears. The crinkled walls of that dream, that one dream, that was perhaps the least terrifying, that blunt feeling of implosion - I miss it at times.
A reminder of humanity perhaps. Maybe just of mortality. The dream remains .. a city-sized maze with one occupant. A new meaning to solitary confinement, a dream alone.
User Reviews
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2005-05-03 01:28:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Fucking grow a pair.
Submitted by ICO (user info) at 2005-03-30 07:56:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Thanks for help on the Asshole Conundrum. Do ratings count when you gave on already?
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2005-03-21 10:00:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by DamianD (user info) at 2005-03-20 08:51:58 (#)
Ranking: 2
Cool. Not a clue want it meant but Cool
Submitted by Sphagnum (user info) at 2005-03-20 09:14:28 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Deep..... zzzzzzz .....
Submitted by FilthyAssistant (user info) at 2005-03-20 09:11:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This reminds me so much of a dream I used to have as a kid. I would elaborate but I was clinically insane and can't really explain it without the use of handpuppets.
Submitted by DamianD (user info) at 2005-03-20 08:51:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Cool. Not a clue want it meant but Cool
Submitted by ICO (user info) at 2005-03-20 05:26:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 for freaking me out.
>Everyone freaks you out.
<Yeah, you freak out way too much, dude.
Shut up, InVoices, I will punish you later, for your insolence.
>Oh, please do, you know we like it.
<The pain is always a good relief from your head.
Submitted by Beer_bong (user info) at 2005-03-20 04:55:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Booby.
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-03-20 04:54:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
jesus, haha.
Hey folks...here's what you do. turn on your microphone. If you don't have one, buy one. then, read this post. Outloud, of course, using your best vincent price accent.
after you get it just right, make it the sound for your computer's sign off music. If you don't have the stamina to use the whole thing, just use this:
"The dream is hard to explain. Alone, as the dream always is, the labyrinth of sharp edges and gray pathways.
Everything always fades to gray in this dream. Hope lost, but the journey continues."
i'm telling, ya. you'll never regret it. If I thoguht people wanted to hear it, i'd post my recording. it's macabre to the max!
Submitted by boneface (user info) at 2005-03-20 04:28:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by wardy (user info) at 2005-03-20 04:28:14 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
go back to eating your mushrooms, asshole.