A place for dreams.

Serpents’ Slumber. Shivering, I awake. The chilly night is not to blame, but rather, it is a fierce motion, generated from the epicentre of my being. Something is wrong, profoundly wrong. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I discover where I am and as a result know that I am dreaming. Lying on my double bed, in the corner of my old room, a cool, coarse wall on my left and the wooden computer desk on my right. Sitting up in my nostalgia, I peer around the room. Peculiarly, my eyes do not need to adjust to the darkness around me. My reverie is broken by the motion of a glowing entity passing through my closed door. Edging to the end of the bed, I confront a curious creature. Slithering on the floor towards me is a snake-like animal. Apart from the head, the green-patterned length of it is mostly snake. In its place is a bleached human skull with a shimmering haze in the eye-sockets and fangs instead of customary teeth. Wisps of ashen hair dance as it moves. This disproportionate con...

The Darkness returns. The wooden stairs creaked as we tiptoed across them. Towards the attic, we ventured; a somewhat frightful expectation swam around us. Motes of dust drifted around the room, illuminated by shafts of light peeking through the dilapidated ceiling. This was the first time we had been here, our nervousness overcome by curiosity. To our surprise, the room was a myriad of oddities. From an assortment of jewels and keys to a collection of animal bones and paintings. I glimpsed my reflection on a mirror that hung against a wall - I was young (seven or eight years of age); of course, I did not pay any attention to this. As my friend and I scanned the room, the dust split and a man appeared. He was garbed in grey robes with a silver blade set into his hand. I stood transfixed by his Cheshire smile as he rushed for me. The dagger made contact with the air as my friend tackled me out of the way. Snarling spitting rage, almost beast-like, escaped his lips. He grabbed ...

Pieces of me. It started suddenly, or from what I can remember, it was the first sensation that I felt… With every motion of my jaw, the jagged, biting chunks of glass were crushed by my teeth. It was a slow, monotonous action which seemed to be taking place. My every heartbeat pulsed with mind-altering pain. I craved for the torment to conclude but as much as my body quivered and my soul cried, I remained there transfixed by the routine of it all. Pain was all I knew. I did awake at one point, however when slumber returned so did the suffering. Time, as with most dreams, moved differently; no matter how many times I closed my jaws the glass would not diminish in size. A concoction of glass and blood is what I tasted. Eventually the eternity of a dream ended and I awoke… It felt like coming up for air after an arctic swim. I lay there breathing heavily; flashes of the dream ran wild through my mind (as if the dream itself was not enough). I realized then, that the glass was ac...