A place for dreams.

Night’s call I awake to a calling. A wordless sound that echoes within me. I lay on my bed with shafts of light streaming through the blinds. Stretching out a hand and reaching for my phone, which sits on my side table, I check the time – 3:30am. These are the Silent Hours, when the world slumbers. Sitting up, I rub the sleep and tension from my eyes; I feel strange, out of equilibrium. A sensation of vulnerability flows through me. The calling continues. It seems as if someone or something is physically tugging at my mind. Grabbing a dagger from my glass cabinet, the dragon-pommel one with a ruby set in its eye socket (coloured glass of course), I leave my room and wander through the house. The blade feels reassuring in my hand. I had bought it years ago, from a gypsy lady at one of those Mardi Gras that was prevalent at the time. Stalking through the house I discover nothing out of place; I am alone. With a wavering resolve I decide to go outside and investigate ...

Pool of Psychosis. (Part two) I am alive. My torment of encasement continues. Throughout the night, I was constantly reminded of the intimate closeness of the crystal – this multi-faceted cage of pain. My body could not move and for an unknown reason, air was not a necessity. Claustrophobia had long since been replaced by an emotion that far exceeded my understanding of fear. All I knew was that it originated from a previously dormant part of my mind. The dunes taunting song did little to ease my thoughts. A pre-dawn sky finally appears; the light of morning vanquishes the darkness of night. A solar orb crests the horizon and as the rays shine on my crystalline form, it happens… a crack appears on the crystal covering my outstretched hand, a piece pops off and drops onto the sand below. The crack then descends the length of my arm and spreads out covering the entirety of my body following the trajectory of my veins. My cage shatters, splintering away from me in fractals of...

Parable of the hollow. In the west, the moon descends below the horizon and takes the darkness with it. In the east, the sun rises above the mountains and brings about another dawn. I am here, somewhere in the middle; the moment in which night meets day, the civil twilight, where a grey sky transforms into blue. A forgiving breeze blows about me while cumulus clouds take shape within my reach. Standing in the sky I feel peace vibrate through me. My calmness is broken as I become conscious to the fact that I am “standing in the sky”. Looking down in panic; gravity and logic grab me and I fall! Plummeting downwards, extremities flailing, I descend into unconsciousness. Reviving into faint lucidity, I discover that I am in a cavern crafted of glaciers. A fire burns ahead of me and nought else is present except ice and shadows. From a distance, I watch the flames twist, fluid-like, coupled with the air. The logs at the base pop and splutter. A quasi-red radiance can be seen in th...

The Nocturnal Vault of The Heavens Lucidity dawns and I find myself drifting peacefully, with none for company save the stars and silence, through space. The stars surround me in their magnificent luminosity; these fireflies of the cosmos. The silence is profound and true. My body is not in my control and it appears that I am locked in elliptical orbit as the world moves around me. In the distance I gaze upon chemically-coloured nebulas, blazing comets of ice and rock and irregular galaxies. A beam of white energy blinks past me. In that instant, I feel the heat of a thousand suns; my being is vaporised to oblivion. The moment passes and I am intact once again. The source of this power looms before me. It is huge. It is so massive that it completely fills my vision…wherever I look it is present. A celestial body that is shades of blood red and flame orange. It spirals within itself as lightning viciously strikes about it. At the centre of this cosmic maelstrom there is an empt...