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Everythink’s Not Always as it Dreams

In the distance on a bright orange sand dune a leash of foxes appear. Their colours are the colours of some brilliant rainbow; I stand amazed in front of beautiful. The foxes respond by yelping and barking at me, as if asking me to accompany them. Obediently I do and the foxes trot, often looking back and always keeping out-of-reach, but nevertheless letting me advance.

They lead me to a nowhere somewhere on their barren frontier, and I take notice of the sky for the first time. I have never seen daylight as clear as this, and am astonished that it doesn’t hurt my eyes. So I stare into sapphire blue, and the warmth of the sun begins to heat my face…singe my face…burn my face as my sweat starts to boil and smoke my skin. The foxes suddenly whip and I turn to look-

Where?

But they have all disappeared.

I stand in place, dumbfounded. In a few minutes I hear the rustling of magnetic wind, it is strong enough to jostle small rocks on the ground. There I see the shadow of a skeleton moon, and the scent of nutmeg drifts in upon the weather.

Where am I?

Soon there are peals of thunder, as clouds hurry together, cling and balloon. A storm is approaching so I vet the perimeter, hoping to radar the foxes; but instead, I behold silhouettes distributed along the length of the horizon – a caravan has gathered…unrecognizable shapes with unknown baggage – all regarding me.

Fear.

The wind’s ruckus crescendos into an ominous mantra, and the riders on their camels lend their voices to it – a haunting didgeridoo-like chant; their baritone song causes the desert floor to quake.

Then the rain begins, flinging sheets of virulent wet across magenta ground, and through the deluge I can see the riders break to depart. The skies crack open as the thunderclouds boom, and the rainfall sluices. It is hot against my leathery skin. All at once the skies tear apart, detonating the heavens. I cover my ears to shield them from the noise while dropping to my knees and body stiffen. A valorous sun tries to pierce the dark, but cannot – and the chanting continues.

I’m in Hell, aren’t I?

The thunder answers with a deafening roar…

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences, Stories   Comments Off   25 May, 2010  

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