Hello everyone!
I came accross your board on a deliberate search for things of this nature, more specificly a place of open minded discussion. At first I`ll admit I was trying to avoid anyplace that nursed religous discussion, until I realized I was cutting myself off from a resevoir of ideas that, while not something I take very seriously I`m afraid, was nevertheless a valid viewpoint. I settled here because from what I`ve seen, these matters all seem to be discussed rationaly. The other thing I ought to point out from the outset is I can be rather long winded, so apologies in advance. Anyway, on to my point.
You see I have a problem.
I`m searching around the internet as an avenue of last resort to solve this connundra. I`m also becoming rather desperate to do so because you see, I have the strangest feeling that I`m short on time. Since as far back as I can remember, I`ve had having these, well I guess you could call them dreams. But they demonstrate a clarity and sense so clear it`s more like the memory of something that is beyond me when I`m awake. I`m always in a terrible situation in these sensoramas, or rather we are. You see I`m never alone. There is always a group of us, sometimes a horde. I realize I`m not being clear so I`ll recount one of these things for you. I`m with a group of people, there are four of them not incuding me. I`m not so much in charge of these people, it`s more like I`m more together than they are in this instant. Less paralyzed with fear. I`m simply afraid, they are lethargised with terror. We are in a basement, at the bottom of some stairs that lead up to a grimy metal door, the rivets rusted and hinges brittle. I dont think we 'came' to this place. It's as though we started here, it`s very hard to explain what I mean by that. There is no exit but the stairs to the door, but we never came down them, I remember that much. I make a decision, that we should move. That it`s no longer safe here. I feel that in every fibre of my body, and my stomach is hollow all of a sudden. We have to go NOW! I motivate the others to stand with nuges and shouts and we run for the door. At least their fear is useful for that. Instinctivness seems to motivate them to move more than I. I push open the door, and then the world about us simply erupts with light and sound. And smells. Horrible stenches. It`s the smell of vapourised flesh. I`ve never smelt it before in my waking life but I know the smell and it is the single worst thing I have ever smelled in my life. In front of us, people are running. And now we are running with them. It`s all happening to fast to count how many there are here, but I`ve had this dream so many times that I know there are fifty of us. Exactly fifty. And we`re all being pursued now. The smell I had noticed is people falling to some kind of bizzare weapon fire from behined us. It`s like a laser in some cheap sci-fi flick but with all the colour taken out. There`s no sound to it, just the barely perceptable hiss of vapurising air as the beam travels it`s course. Amazing but you can hear this almost soundless noise over the screams. It`s a sniper weapon I think, at least I seem to vaugley remeber from some place that that`s what it is.
As I run I have this urge to do something, to - to focus my mind in some special way. There`s a movment to it I cant quite describe too. An intricate little twist of the arms above the head, like a little ballet move. People ahead of my group are doing it. They`re doing it urgently trying to accomplish something before the beams chastise their backs. Some of them are succeeding. When they do it right, there`s a little patch of nothing hidden in a blur about there hands that twist above their heads in that strange pirouet. And then they`re gone. They - they seem to vanish in an instant, but at the same time gradually fade away. Many of them are being felled before they complete the manouver but some are getting away.
But,. But there`s something about the way there doing it. Something fumbling and not quite right. It`s more than them just being hasty in their escape. They`re just - not doing it right. And I can help them somehow. I`m yelling at my companions to Stace, thats what it`s called I think. No it is. And they`re trying. One of them has fallen and I feel his loss keenly. But I don't want to talk about that. And now I`m doing it too. I`m twisting my arms above my head as if I know exactly what to do. I`m sucking infinity in through my stomach and feeling the bottom falling out of my mind.
And then it`s all quiet. And we`re somewhere else. My group. Minus one. But I`m tired now, very tired. And I dont know now if I`m somewhere or somewhen, or which is more relevent or important. I just know I`m not there anymore. And there are no more rays stabbing out at us through the darkness. And that smell. Thats gone too. I collapsed in the dream then, and perversley I awoke then too.
This is just one of thousands of dreams. Every night, or in the day if I close my eyes. I know it`s about time. And I know it`s about something that lurks between the shadows of it. Something thats chasing us all down. Something worse than the rays. And I need help to figure it out. I`m desperate. Times short I just know it.
Please if "Stacer" means anything to anyone ( the only reference I can find is a make of boat ), please please tell me.
I can`t tell my friends or family of this. I`m lost. This is the first time I`ve recounted any of it. I`m sorry if it`s intelligible, I`m not a writer.
I came accross your board on a deliberate search for things of this nature, more specificly a place of open minded discussion. At first I`ll admit I was trying to avoid anyplace that nursed religous discussion, until I realized I was cutting myself off from a resevoir of ideas that, while not something I take very seriously I`m afraid, was nevertheless a valid viewpoint. I settled here because from what I`ve seen, these matters all seem to be discussed rationaly. The other thing I ought to point out from the outset is I can be rather long winded, so apologies in advance. Anyway, on to my point.
You see I have a problem.
I`m searching around the internet as an avenue of last resort to solve this connundra. I`m also becoming rather desperate to do so because you see, I have the strangest feeling that I`m short on time. Since as far back as I can remember, I`ve had having these, well I guess you could call them dreams. But they demonstrate a clarity and sense so clear it`s more like the memory of something that is beyond me when I`m awake. I`m always in a terrible situation in these sensoramas, or rather we are. You see I`m never alone. There is always a group of us, sometimes a horde. I realize I`m not being clear so I`ll recount one of these things for you. I`m with a group of people, there are four of them not incuding me. I`m not so much in charge of these people, it`s more like I`m more together than they are in this instant. Less paralyzed with fear. I`m simply afraid, they are lethargised with terror. We are in a basement, at the bottom of some stairs that lead up to a grimy metal door, the rivets rusted and hinges brittle. I dont think we 'came' to this place. It's as though we started here, it`s very hard to explain what I mean by that. There is no exit but the stairs to the door, but we never came down them, I remember that much. I make a decision, that we should move. That it`s no longer safe here. I feel that in every fibre of my body, and my stomach is hollow all of a sudden. We have to go NOW! I motivate the others to stand with nuges and shouts and we run for the door. At least their fear is useful for that. Instinctivness seems to motivate them to move more than I. I push open the door, and then the world about us simply erupts with light and sound. And smells. Horrible stenches. It`s the smell of vapourised flesh. I`ve never smelt it before in my waking life but I know the smell and it is the single worst thing I have ever smelled in my life. In front of us, people are running. And now we are running with them. It`s all happening to fast to count how many there are here, but I`ve had this dream so many times that I know there are fifty of us. Exactly fifty. And we`re all being pursued now. The smell I had noticed is people falling to some kind of bizzare weapon fire from behined us. It`s like a laser in some cheap sci-fi flick but with all the colour taken out. There`s no sound to it, just the barely perceptable hiss of vapurising air as the beam travels it`s course. Amazing but you can hear this almost soundless noise over the screams. It`s a sniper weapon I think, at least I seem to vaugley remeber from some place that that`s what it is.
As I run I have this urge to do something, to - to focus my mind in some special way. There`s a movment to it I cant quite describe too. An intricate little twist of the arms above the head, like a little ballet move. People ahead of my group are doing it. They`re doing it urgently trying to accomplish something before the beams chastise their backs. Some of them are succeeding. When they do it right, there`s a little patch of nothing hidden in a blur about there hands that twist above their heads in that strange pirouet. And then they`re gone. They - they seem to vanish in an instant, but at the same time gradually fade away. Many of them are being felled before they complete the manouver but some are getting away.
But,. But there`s something about the way there doing it. Something fumbling and not quite right. It`s more than them just being hasty in their escape. They`re just - not doing it right. And I can help them somehow. I`m yelling at my companions to Stace, thats what it`s called I think. No it is. And they`re trying. One of them has fallen and I feel his loss keenly. But I don't want to talk about that. And now I`m doing it too. I`m twisting my arms above my head as if I know exactly what to do. I`m sucking infinity in through my stomach and feeling the bottom falling out of my mind.
And then it`s all quiet. And we`re somewhere else. My group. Minus one. But I`m tired now, very tired. And I dont know now if I`m somewhere or somewhen, or which is more relevent or important. I just know I`m not there anymore. And there are no more rays stabbing out at us through the darkness. And that smell. Thats gone too. I collapsed in the dream then, and perversley I awoke then too.
This is just one of thousands of dreams. Every night, or in the day if I close my eyes. I know it`s about time. And I know it`s about something that lurks between the shadows of it. Something thats chasing us all down. Something worse than the rays. And I need help to figure it out. I`m desperate. Times short I just know it.
Please if "Stacer" means anything to anyone ( the only reference I can find is a make of boat ), please please tell me.
I can`t tell my friends or family of this. I`m lost. This is the first time I`ve recounted any of it. I`m sorry if it`s intelligible, I`m not a writer.
