Ever have a dream so horrifying that you can barely scream in it? That robs you of your breathe, not only in the dream, but also when you wake up? Something that can haunt you the entire day, leave you feeling sick, keep you from any form of comfort? Makes the day feel so quiet and desolate?
The screams that still haunt you, every time you close your eyes? Every other memory that flashes inside your head? Leaves shivers to crawl down your back and hit that deep pit in your stomach what makes you want to vomit so you can empty out all the wretchedness and darkness in it?
My sister looked so beautiful in my dream, it was haunting almost. We were conversing in silly manners and affairs, making each other laugh, comforting each other with the other’s presence. She pulled out this gleaming sword of silver and seemed to admire it, as I for a time. Then she kissed me lightly on the cheek, telling me she was going to soak in a nice, hot bath. I smiled up and told her I would speak with her again. Then, my attentions were turned to this man, this unimportant man we had chained to the table. His skin was gray, his face showed the look of someone terrified, and I could only enjoy what I was to do to him. Until I heard the sound of someone tripping and falling to the floor, and then the horrifying sounds emanating from my sister as she screeched in pain. My blood froze, and my heart stopped as I turned to where she went to and ran towards the door, becoming aware of the grotesque ripping of flesh and sawing of bone. She screamed more fiercely, in absolute agony as the pain tore through every aspect of her. I heard her call my name as she kept on screaming and screaming, the sword ripping through her again and again with each second. I fell on my knees in front of the door, could barely breathe or think as I tried desperately to scream her name as I opened the door. But it wouldn’t move; she was behind it, and the more I tried to open it the more horrifying the sounds of her flesh being cleaved and torn became. She kept calling my name, but each time it became more incoherent as I could here her breathing in her own blood, it flooding her lungs make the pain more excruciating. I couldn’t even breathe or scream anymore I felt this horrible pain and void beginning in my chest that threatened to tear away at everything in me. I couldn’t open the door, I couldn’t save her or stop what was going on. I could only struggle, and hear her wailing behind the door as that sword tore at her, cutting away at her piece by piece like some frivolous ribbon. All I could hear were the screaming, seeing what horrible things laid behind that door that would not bare open.
The horror and the wailings of my dying sister were what woke me up; cold, struggling to breathe and think. This cold streak of lighting shooting up my back making my entire being shiver as my mind went over everything that occurred in that horrible dream. Afraid for my sister, scared of something that never happened. Cold, tired, and on the brink of mentally collapsing, I got up, put on my pants, and ran into the living room to see my sister, sleeping peacefully on the couch. I breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to kiss her on her forehead, and returned to my room, weary, sick. No comfort came to me since; the pictures, the screams, the agony. All like some horrifying vision of Hell that only someone who truly loathed and hated me could understand and create for me. It felt like my mind was caving into the pain that resided in that nightmare. All I wanted was the screaming to stop, for my mind to let go of this horrible nightmare. But it wouldn’t; and no peace has found me today.