The Dream Visions

Looking back on the disastrous incident which befell my beloved Massacdusettes home, I can only remember the haunting faces and startling apparitions which made themselves visible to my eyes, and my eyes alone. It was the first of October and the leaves had begun to fade. The town where I had lived, Bristleneck, was a custom to writers and storytellers like myself, looking for a place to settle down and type away their newest novella. Being from the bustling streets of Brooklyn, I shockingly found myself at ease in the calm and quiet of an old English-styled residency. In the dingy white house, at the corner of Court and Doubten Street was were I’d spent the better years of my writing career.

I was a science fiction writer, delving deep into the mindset of all things spacial and the borderline supernatural, yet scientifically explainable. However, there was no grasp of comprehension following the events that unfolded during my final weeks in that house in Massacdusettes. For when I’d completed my most recent novella, and planned to spend the following few weeks relaxing in my abode, that was when the ‘shadowy energies’ started entering my home. It might have been by the Ouija board entering my home that evil entities flowed through, or perhaps it was my frequent carving of aztec and demonic symbols upon flat surfaces, made to gain a grasp of the mindset held by those in the occult, and all those who worshiped evil forces. My story was about a man who believed he’d summoned demons, eventually coming to the realization that what was plaguing him was, in fact, extraterrestrial and multi-dimensional.

Secluded in the house, I experimented with objects and artifacts of the occult and ‘other’ for research. I reenacted rituals, recited printed-out incantations from flimsy sources, and tried my best to collaborate the genres of science fiction and the themes of demonic horror. I guess, if I had to pinpoint the start of my startling encounters, I would have to say it all began in my dreams. During the first day, after I’d finished my manuscript, I took to the upstairs bedroom and peered at the daytime-programing channel until I fell into a deep slumber, from which I was in no rush to awaken from. In my dreams, apart from what I’ve heard other people say, I can, one hundred percent, decipher whether I am in a dream or not. Having tendency to over analyze most everything I see, I never found it hard to tell the real world apart from the one in my head.

Yet, this encounter would have me come face to face with entities that I could feel, looming over my body. At times it felt like astral-projection, as well as a greater force of helplessness that had also made itself apparent during my uneasy nights. When I awoke each morning I was too weak to move, my body drained from, what felt like, energy expenditure. I felt more awake when I was asleep, and no amount of rest could tame this wall of insanity that slowly began to creep up on me. While I was awake, I wandered the house in a battered state, falling over and popping pills. When I was asleep, the voices and the vision of ‘that ghastly demonic face’ would haunt every traumatizing moment of it. Things it spoke of, things it knew, all of it was an agonizing melody which tangled my mind. When the in-depth dreams began, I believe, that was when I truly began to lose myself.

I would dream of being on a cold slab while my body was probed and sliced into. I knew I was losing my mind. It was at this time that I began to doubt the fabric of what reality was to me, apart from my nightmares, at this point, I could no longer tell. It would only get worse, as extraterrestrial beings would come through my window every night and take me away with them, returning me to my bed in the morning, sick, weak and uneasy. Their voices were deep as these spacial-beings masked themselves as spiritual entities. What I believed to be demons became something so much more horrifying. These were beings capable of lightyear-travel and inter-dimensional plains-walking. I referred to them as ‘The Dream Visions’, and they were something out of time. I eventually became too weak to think, on the verge of death, it seemed. I begged for a swift end as I’d been reduced to a boney corpse.

I couldn’t eat, move or even decide whether I was tired or not. The Visions decided all of that now… I wanted to die. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, but in my research I’d conjured beings from another plain. I dare to say, they were things from outside the known universe. I had never thought this deeply before, or believed that my actions had manifested a force worse than death. I wept in silence, alone, realizing what my actions must have subjected to world to, now that these things walk among us. Could they do the same thing to other people that they were doing to me? Would they, even!? There was no denying, I was at the end of my career, but I’d never have imagined it would also lead to the end of my life.

With this overwhelming sense of hopelessness I gave way to idea of letting death take me, painfully and silent. It was at the instant of this acceptance that I found myself waking from, what felt like, a coma. I jumped out of bed, the room as calm as ever. I noticed the windows, just slightly open and with a nice breeze blowing in. My body was back to normal as all sense of anxiety was flushed from my system. I believed it to be a dream. Looking over at the clock, I saw that only two minutes had gone by before I’d dozed off, while the television had mysteriously been shut off and burst into static. As I got up, a great pleasure came over my head, and I began to notice a shadowy mass floating in the corner of the room.

I wasted no time making for the door, as I grabbed my manuscript off of the table to my left and raced down the steps. I could feel it chasing me while I darted for the front door. I looked back to see the demonic-alien face peering through the oblivion-mass, terrifying. Practically taking down the door, I ran into the street of a bright and sunny small-town afternoon. The force had stopped chasing me, and I vowed to never step foot in that house again. I got movers to retrieve my things. They didn’t experience the evil presences as I had. This made me wonder.

The entire time I was in this house, months on end, and not a peep. Then, out of nowhere, when I finally wish to give my mind a rest, it envelopes me in illusions and mental torture in the form of nightmarish horrors to which I now loath. I’m on a train now, headed back to my parent’s house in Manhattan to stay with them a while, before I relocating, of course. I have no doubt this next book will sell just fine. Though, that experience did give me a pretty good idea. Think of it! An entity from another dimension, tied to the structure of a house, bound with cursed entities, where the only for them to pull themselves into our world is for a lone occupant of the house to be in a state of complete relaxation, unthinking. This allows these entities, The Dream Visions, to inherit the occupant and feed off of them for a time. Only found at the house on the corner of Court and Doubten Street, Bristleneck Massacdusettes. I’ll have to work on touching up the location and how to exactly end the story. What still escapes me is how I was able to break the ensnarement of the Visions. This will make a great story, only difference is, this one actually happened.