i am standing on top of a hill. / there are mountains in the distance / the wheat is golden and so is the air. the sky is golden. / the wind is warm. / suddenly, somewhere far out in the field, a shadow rises from the ground. a towering, monstrous shape / it looked so dark and heavy / and its arms were so long compared to its legs / and it was covered in fur / oily black fur / it was so massive. massive enough it had its own gravity. when i say massive i don’t only mean big. i mean weighted. it looked so strong and slow / and then it dropped onto all fours / and fucking started running so fast / towards me / that it almost became flat. like a shadow / and i turned around and ran. and my family was in a car behind me, and i was trying to get into the drivers seat / but the door wouldnt close / and the fucking. the abomination reached the top of the hill and then the side of the car, and i managed to close the door but its face was in the window / and its face / had no fur. its face was human / on this disproportionately huge body / this small, gruesomely smiling human face, that i didnt recognize / and it made me hallucinate. / i knew we were “safe” in the car (it couldn’t come in unless invited in. this is a pact little i made with all the monsters) / but / it made me see things. it made me think that it smashed a fist through the window / and maya screamed and leaned forward into the front of the car / and the monster just. stuck two fingers into her forehead. piercing through her skull / and pulled out her fucking spine through the hole / and i saw that motion / over and over / and over / maybe six times in quick succession. and i couldnt wake up / and her spine was hanging out of her fucking forehead / i have no idea / how my brain / came up with such a vivid and horrifying image / it felt so disgustingly real / and then i “woke up” in the dream, and the monster was still at the window smiling at me knowingly, as though it had seen exactly what i had seen and it was relishing it / and i knew not to make eye contact because i would see terrible terrible things / and i tried to drive away / but i drove the car into a damn ditch / because i was panicking and crying / and the roof of the car got smashed / and the abomination pulled my dad out / and dragged him through the mud like a rag doll / and kept making me see mayas spine being torn out over and over, / and the rest is just, shit on repeat. crashing the car. the monster running across the field like a sick shadow. the smile. lying in the mud / etc / until i woke up / i dont know if im okay / something feels heavy / there is no way to show or maybe even describe / the heaviness of the dream / how heavy that monstrous thing felt / it was like / bending time and space / it had gravity / and i feel like its still here / like / that feeling is stuck somewhere in me / that this heavy thing / this sick, perverse, corrupted thing / is looking at me / or thinking of me maybe / and i can feel it / as though even just by thinking of me it makes me feel like my bones are made of lead
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