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((Wow, it's been some time since I was last here. I don't know just how many people remember me. Well, to get myself back into the swing of things I think I should post some of my most recent work. This is a nightmare I have almost every night, it's taken some time for me to get all the details down but I finaly did it. It's a bit dark but nightmares are dark...))

I awaken with a start.
The atmosphere is stagnant and stale yet light as if a great weight had been lifted from my chest. I glance around to see what was settling the dread and unease into my soul. I don't know whether it is the pure emerald green grass that blanketed the ground or the flawlessly brilliant blue sky that coats the sky that is to blame for the uneasiness instilled into my very being. At a second glance I seem to be standing in a clearing of moderate size, and the world beyond this protective and vibrant world is barren and pure white.

I can feel the panic and the fear wishing to settle too yet they will not. I believe they can not, that there is something to serene about this -my- world that forbids these feelings from taking root. In their stead I can feel the terror rise like a torrent and crash against me, causing my body to quiver for only a moment before subsiding. It is during one of these episodes that something else catches my eyes, and the shaking stops.
Another area comes into view.

The occupant is walking in the centre of it, his own worlds following his every step; keeping him from moving within the world. It's a young boy. I watch for a while, fascinated by this phenomenon of another being other than myself existing here. From my observations he seems lost, so I attempt to call out to him. I, myself know nothing of this strange world either so I know I can not offer the boy my assistance yet I call anyway.
My voice fails me for reasons unknown. He wanders aimlessly still around this empty space, the colourful area around him, shielding him from all harm for no matter how far he walks, he will always remain in the centre.

Our protective area's merge as he approaches me. My lapse in concentration surprising me for I did not predict such an event could happen. The boy gasps-I assume due to the shock of finding another abandoned and wandering the empty world, protected by their vibrant guardian. The boy's eyes are wide and his breath comes in short sharp bursts, I am afraid he will pass out at any moment. I smile.
I smile to try to calm the boy down. He pants for a second before his external fear subsides, he smiles back. I open my mouth to speak and unfortunately my voice fails me once more.

He is trembling upon my closer inspection, “A-Are you...all right?” he asks me with a quiet quivering voice, I have to strain my normally exceptional hearing to notice he was speaking. I didn't feel up to a third attempt at speech, so I nodded with the biggest smile I could muster at this point.

We talk for what feels like years. Well, he is the one speaking, I can only listen. Each word that comes from his mouth encompasses so much feeling that I feel my ears and heart may burst from the exposure. The boy tells me a great many things about the world, things that I may never be able to recall. And he leaves.

I let him go.
He stands away from me and speaks once more, “I'm going home now.” and he walks away. I feel fine with this, who am I to keep a young boy from his home?
I lie.
My body...I can feel myself yearning for the boy. My physical, mental and maybe even my spiritual body crying for him to stay. My entire existence wants to thank this boy for what he has given me.
I remain silent, I allow the boy to walk away.

It was then, the beast arrived and time passed.

I recall seeing it for the first time. A I recall seeing it for the first time. A beast of hellish nature; a long thin body covering in rippling blackish blue fur, two large bat-like wing sprouting from the shoulder blades above a pair of long narrow blood red arms. It had talons for fingers and a thumb to match along with a bushy tail that swayed to and fro as if to induce a hypnotic trance.

What had worried me was the head of the beast. A wide mouth full of razor sharp fangs ready to tear my soul apart. The creature had two eyes yet while the left eye remained normal, with a red iris...the other -the right sided one- was sown shut. I almost instinctively growled at the monster, I backed away from its horrific majesty...and yet it spoke to me.

“For some time the blade of doubt,
Has been fading in and out,
Of mind,
Of time,
Of space,
Can I see your pretty face?
Let me take you by the wrist,
As we begin the shopping list,
To see what goodies I may find,
By delving into your tasteless mind.

Can you see it getting closer?
Past this emotional roller-coaster,
Of fear,
Of anger,
Of hate,
Yet I know my offer is coming late,
How about I stop it dead?
That's what I said,
I can stop everything dead.

Nothing is ever on the mend,
Anger to drive you round the bend,
Your heart is one yet your mind is two,
Can't you see what it's doing to you?
Trust in me and all will see,
I can stop everything dead...”

I was astounded at this creature. How it knew of my inner sufferings and pain. As I looked at it closer, I could see that it's form was not so monstrous any more. It felt as if an angle had come to guide me to a better future.
I could not have been more wrong.

This creature called itself Judge. It blocked all harsh words with it's hands, all vicious visions with it's wings and all new ideals with its tongue. I was reserved for an eternity of a filtered life. As another lifetime passes, the boy returned. Still not seeing the true nature of Judge, I attempted to introduce my two friends...and that was when it happened.

Thick chains drove from the ground and bound me in place. My voice no longer my own as for each of my attempted screams, Judge let out a roar. My warnings fell short. Judge grabbed the boy and ploughed him into the ground. I shouted and thrashed against the harsh metal holding me in place as with my voice, each twitch of my own body filed the fight of the monster. If I thrashed to the left, Judge would tear at the left part of the boy's body. Judge began to bite and scratch at his skin as I did to the metal. Blood soon pooling creating a contrast to the once green grass; now brown and dead. I wanted Judge to stop, I pleased with all I could and with each pained plea the attacks became more intense.
That...poor boy.
Judge picked up his broken body and glared at it. Something was trying to tear itself from the boy's chest! Judge dropped the body as a smaller version of the boy burst through the rib cage. With the original discarded, Judge lead the small puppet to me. The chains holding me down evaporated into the nothingness from which they came.

The small doll like replica that had come from the boy had no mouth and no eyes in which to see. It did not gesture, it did nothing but look at me...with an empty soul-less stare. Judge had done what it had promised, he stopped the cause of my heart ache.
I broke down.
I had lost the only thing that mattered to me.
What else did I have to live for now?
I felt Judge wrap its hand around me, but not for comfort. It lifted me until our eyes met. At that second, I could feel something beating beneath my chest, and I knew it wasn't my heart. I had become the cause of my own heartache, and I needed to be changed...

I remembered the last two lines of the poem Judge's silver tongue had spun into my mind and for the first time, something the terrible demon had said rang true.

“...Nothing more can be said,
You are already dead.”

I remembered the boy. He face as he spoke to me during that time that felt so long ago...His smile upon his return, his broken body...

I find this story very intriguing. Dreams and nightmares are difficult to describe, and often seem satirical when one tries to retell it, and most importantly, the imagery shown in nightmares is remarkably indescribable. i tend to be unable to tell the nightmares i have, perhaps because it feels so realistic in one's dreams and you can never recall every single minuscule detail, and even if one does manage that, the nightmare will eventually fade from memory to be replaced by another, often with the exact same aftershock. I feel you have captured the essence of this nightmare beautifully, even though as the odds say, i will never experience it.The poetry that sprang up in the nightmare is remarkably dark and a little creepy, but that's a good thing if it is a nightmare because normally when you have a nightmare, you wake up scared and in several of my own, i fall off a very large height and as i hit the ground i jolt upwards or bounce off my bed. Seriously, i am scared to death of heights. Never invite me on a Ferris wheel. nonetheless, i enjoyed reading this.

I know how you feel. Nightmares are rather hard to make into solid writing. I'm sure there was more, but I guess this is all I'm going to get down for a while. I'm going to have to change the subject of this, since I have another one.

There was a scream from the right, we had no idea of the horror awaiting us inside. I held my breath for what felt like an eternity, my lungs already aching from the possibility poisonous fog that blanketed the area.

I looked around in a panic, my companions no longer there and it was then I heard the roar of the beast. Calling it a beast would be only an insult towards it; although beast-like in appearance it was sentient yet moving on instinct, more powerful than I could ever hope to be. I could hear, it's breath rattle and wheeze like one would expect from someone on their deathbed, this creature was dying but that was what was making it strong...How can you kill something that refused to submit to even nature itself?

It was there, with a flash of lightning, it stood before me. Blood-filled saliva dripped from the maw of this creature, it eyes starved of intellect bore a hole in me, with the fresh taste of blood on it's lips, instinct had taken over along with the reminder of the creatures never ending thirst.

A flash of conscience passed over slit pupils as intelligence returned to the creature, “What are you doing there, human? If I had won then why is it you are left standing? I remember spotting you and your companions enter my domain. This iron tasting gore lingering inside of my mouth would tell me that I had killed you all. How is it you survive?” Came the voice of the creature, the voice of the monster that had killed my friends and held no remorse for the evil committed. I pitied the creature.

It looked once more at me and let out a roar, my silence obviously enraging the beast. “Why?! Why are you here? Did you run and hide from me when I attacked? Of course that's it, there is no other explanation as to why you live yet they died.” Somehow coming to this conclusion consoled the beast somewhat.

“I'm alive because you see me more than just a meal.” I spoke, unsure of the motivation behind even my own words. My defiance unsettled the creature more, “Then what, pray tell, do I see you as if it not be a meal to consume?” it asked, I could almost hear it's lungs rattle against it's rib cage with every word uttered from it monstrous jaw. It would not even allow time for me to speak, “It is obvious to me now, you are less than worthy of a meal. Go human, and enjoy what little life you have left.” the thing sneered, refusing to now even look at me.
~ That's all I can remember.