Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The birth of a monster

Sorry for the delay of posts, i swear i've made this post several times before....must have dreamed it....Lets hope that this one is the FOR SURE reality.(if it isn't i swear to something that i'm GOING TO STAB A BITCH) .I'm pretty sure it is...none of my surroundings has changed, so I think i'm safe.

Damn it!

Whoever is messing with my mind is doing one hell of a job I'm literally almost at that point where it's hard to distinguish dreams from reality. But let's not concentrate on the negative shall we? I do have quite an interesting a dream to discuss but I'm going jot down a few things first.

Ever since I've started on my little "mission" I've been lured into a more deeper and lucid dream state than usual. However it still maintains the qualities of dream, always shifting at the most random of times so it's always just so hard to tell whats a tell-tale slender sign or a proxy...or at least until they attack me that is. But I've only been attacked while in a dream state...heh, pussies. Some might have been an actual part of the dream though, since they always seem to shift  into something else before they reach me. Which is another reason why i didn't update sooner, I just thought it was all a part of my mind. But others, the real ones? I won't lie, I end up getting my ass handed to me every time we engage in combat but they don't kill me. I also do damage them pretty badly, which i'm ever so proud of ^~^ They're probably just trying to scare me, but i'm still not a big fan of waking up with multiple bruises, scratches, and  paranoid state of mind.

Also another thing i've noticed is that instead of getting less sleep like other slender troubled victims, I've been getting more sleep. However this is not as much as a luxury as it really seems. To be in a peaceful, carefree state of reality, enjoying the control of your own world at the very tips of your fingers.

HAHA, don't make me laugh.

Sleep for me is never peaceful. At first i was running in some dreams (as mentioned in previous blog posts), and then finding just beautiful scenes of gore in others...But now they seem like a long string of events connected to one another, as if i were living a second life. It mostly takes place in a forest though but sometimes warehouses, temples on a foreign country, or giant labyrinths. But mostly forests occupy my dreams most nights. The dark forest's gloomy, dead trees are just so lifeless. Even the faint rustle of leaves have a dull tone to them and what little creature that are seen seem like an apparition. The only real signs of life i see are proxies, patrolling the forest as if they were eternally damned to do so.In the dreams, when i think I've found my "safe place" WHAM. A decapitated head plops on my lap and leaves me screaming into the dead forest. When i try to run my environment shifts and sways as if my mind is desperately trying to escape but some stronger, darker force is preventing it so. Sometimes i do managed to regain control over my surroundings by reminding myself it's my own mind and body and get away into a warehouse or a different section of the forest. Hey, it's not Disneyland but i'll take what i can get.

I do try to control my dreams though to defend myself, but nowadays it only seems like there's only a 20% chance of it working. Like there's some type of twisted dark matter within the atmosphere that's suppressing my ability to control my dreams, as a lucid dreamer should. I can still sense and remember everything though...just not control it very well...

I do find the occasional traps every now and then, but i mostly find them in cabins. Heh, once i saw one of the poor bastards trip a trap that poured acid on him. Unfortunately I've been victimized to this crap to, once i got my leg caught in bear trap and was stuck there for what seemed like hours on end...Eventually for of those masked bastards came upon me and conjured a hot poker and continuously beat be until i fell unconscious....Then i woke up in another part of the forest. Wounds healed but the searing pain and the smell of burnt flesh stayed with me. I just wish i had more experience in this type of crap. But i shouldn't worry that's what my Big Brother is for! He's planned on teaching me the basics of survival, knowing my traps, how to find one, ect. ect. ect. Unfortunately he has quite the drinking habit, but it normally doesn't get in out way.

The worst part is (okay maybe not the worst part but one of them) that when i wake up, it's like i barely got any sleep! So. Damn. Irritating. It's just so damn hard to tell whats real and whats not. You wake up one morning, get out of bed and walk right into a mother fucking forest. You could imagine that it gets irritating at times.One of the reasons why I was able to make a coherent blog posts with minimal errors was because these dream controlling demons left me to night a night of pure silence and darkness. I'm not sure if they were trying to scare me with "the fear of the dark" bull crap or what, BUT I FUCKING LOVED IT! I woke up, and i was sure of it.

Crap. What if they were preparing me for the worse that's yet to some? Or resting me up so that i could endure more of this torturous bull crap? I wish i wasn't such a worrier >.<

I need to stop worrying to i'll move onto a different subject. Let's talk dreams.

So my dreams may be strung up all together but there was one session in particular that stood out. I was treading carefully around the dead trees when there numbers began to taper in one section of the forest. It peaked my curiosity and i hustled over there (seeing how it was the only interesting thing that has happened in what seemed like hours then) trying to to stir the dead leaves as i did so. I did stop though around a 130 or so yards back to see that a large, black, oily looking lake has come into sight. Now keep in mind that even though it was at quite a distance away i controlled my dream in a way to enhance my sight so I didn't have to come close to this thing.This thing was massive, but the oddest part about it was the surface of the water. At first glance it just seemed to be small waves but when i got a closer look the surface writhed and trembled. It looked as if multiple hands were clawing desperately (and hopelessly) at the jet black bounds of this lake of despair. 
I moved closer 50 or so yard to get a better look at it. Now that i was closer i could see that the surface didn't have a liquid look to it anymore but more so like a tar-ish like substance that was impossible to penetrate. The things clawing at the surface were indeed hands, claws, and other various limbs but none seemed to brake through. That was until a scaly clawed figure managed to break through.

At first i thought it was just an over sized limb stretching the surface but i knew it broke though once I saw it grip the edge of the land that laid before it. It slowly lured itself out of the oily looking tar, i could smell it faintly and was glad i wasn't any closer. I saw another limb break through but it was giant paw with jagged edged claws. I looked back at the other limb, confused, and saw that it had changed into a hoof with muscular legs lifting up the great mass of flesh out of the dark substance before it. The process was quite painful to watch, really.The two limbs morphed into the various legs and feet of other animals (and sometimes the hands and arms of humans) and finally hefted it's upper torso out of the dark wriggling mass and i saw the thing's head.

It's head was horrifying, at first i only saw the outline of what looked like to the head of large lizard(i guess you could say a dragon since it was at the appropriate size of one..). However it's shape shifted into that of a large wolf. Then into that of a lion, it's what was once to be thought majestic mane was matted and covered in the black smelly goo. The black seeped off of the head revealing it's eyes. Two white soulless orbs pierced through the black mass that was it's body. Those desolate globes seemed to drag every form of life around it into death. They formed an indescribable desolate type of atmosphere around this creature's very being. Making the forest near the edge of the pool look more empty and hopeless than it already was. Each eye held a glimmer in it though as if it was searching for a final release from it's very own hell. It had a mad glare to it an an anger that looked like it could shake the very earth to it's core if it wanted to. It open it maw (which took on the form of a muzzle) and let out a shattered, gargled screech that gouged the night sky and shook the forest (i had to cover my ears for in fear that i would wake up deaf). The creature held row after row of pristine white needle-like teeth that were stained a dark red with the blood of the helpless victims. It had matted bits of gore between some of them and i swear that if i would have looked closes enough, i could have seen maybe a hand or a leg.

The formed wavered as it was seemed to use all of it's strength to get out. It's limbs still changed it's forms as did the head, but the black substance crawled off of the front two legs and seeped back into the pool. The mismatched body managed to get half of itself out of the dark lake by this time and the black crap got off of the front limbs as well. The main torso of the creature shifted as well as the parts of it's body did, but it was quite hard to tell the difference since it only changed into that of four legged creatures.  (I should have figured, because how inconvenient  must it be to randomly change into the body of a giant chicken while you have the front legs of a horse, the back legs of a human, and the head of a lizard.) So body just looked like an ever shifting lumpy black mass, since the black made it unable to tell what type of body it beheld.

It hefted it's unimaginably immense remaining amount of weight onto the land and stayed there for moment while the black slowly oozed back into the writhing pool. It remained still, hunched over itself as if it were trying to regain it's strength. It's various body parts still changed, a claw on the right talon with an ape like hand on the left, or a whip like tail to shift into that of a horse. It slowly lumbered itself in my direction. I don't think it saw me since it made no "target lock" on me but i could still feel its mad, wandering eyes fall upon my being. Making me shiver to my very core. The adrenaline that pumped though my veins increased my eyesight further making me see even more detail of this beast from hell than i wanted to. 

It had stitching that would connect itself at the very most major parts of the body, showing the boundary of where that limb would stop changing. Like the arm like limbs were connect at were your shoulders would be, the head at the neck, legs at the hip, and tail at the backside. A slicker looking black ooze bled through the crappy stitch work that somehow managed to hold. It left black streaks across the creature but they always faded into the being, giving it a shadowy look to itself.

The thing looked eyes with me and release a low, rumbling growl that twisted into a wail. It sat back on it's haunches, preparing itself to leap and it did. I swear my whole life flashed before my eyes...all of whom i have loved, lost, and never made amends with stung my very soul. When it was upon me and when i was sure i going to die i woke up. Startled, weeping uncontrollably, and very shaken up.

I am lead to believe that this creature will now haunt my dreams, and chase me down for whomever it's sick sadistic master may be. I also have a sick feeling it won't stop until it does so...I have no idea how to stop it and i am almost willing to take any help i get...

I will now lead this post to close, I apologize for the length of it. It is only to be expected since it is my first update since i stated my plans. I'll see you all later (if i'm still alive that is..)

Yours truly~
Den Varg

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