posted on Feb, 16 2010 @ 09:27 PM
One of the most scary (fever-induced) nightmares I've ever had was about a really long and thin greyish strand of some type, or a string maybe -
elegant in its thinness, articulate in its shine. It was situated in a serene darkness - no distractions, simplicity. Then, out of the void, a clump
of the same kind of material - but without the elegant gloss - wrapped itself around the string, trying to envelop as much of the line as possible,
growing while succeeding. It just grew larger and larger, taking more and more of the line's simplicity and beauty and replacing it with .. I'm not
sure how to describe it. I had this nightmare as a kid, promptly woke up, ran to my mom's bedroom (which wasn't the habit anymore, at the age of 10)
- frantically awakened her, and told her the world was going to end; 'it' was going to get the whole world. I didn't mean that the clump was going
to physically envelop the world (as a 10yo might dream) - I remember specifically feeling like that process I witnessed - the smothering of beauty by
banality, perhaps - was happening around the world already, and it would continue so if not actively stopped. We should all be panicking.
Needless to say I felt a lot better the next day, but still this has been the most influential nightmare I've had. To this day I can easily connect
to the idea of that process, although the frame of reference (and subsequent interpretation) changes, as do I.
Of course this is cheating in some way - I was dreaming in a world without characters, and as such I was no character in my dream. However, unlike
that time I was a triangle and tried to push a sphere around with me fellow triangles inside a pyramid, in this nightmare the scene didn't include
me, or even an observer. Hope it qualifies ;D