Ithric's Dream Journal: Entry Two

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Entry 2: Laughter in the Woods

I write this entry with a pounding sensation in the back of my skull, similar to a hammer striking an anvil, except that anvil is my mind. It’s been a strenuous couple of days, my sleep being disturbed with the previous dream, over and over again but I recently awoke from a new one. It wasn’t as nearly as mystifying as the previous one, for I went to sleep in a tent and awoke in a mighty castle but it was equally disturbing. With that said, I do give a word of caution for this dream may seem jumbled and crazy but I know it must have some sort of complex and divine meaning.

As I fell asleep I could feel this emerald essence soaring around my body in soft, fluid motions like a cascade of water washing over my body. Soon I was sleeping but, what seemed like, seconds later my eyes opened and I was standing in a dark forest, trees touching the stars and the only light seemed to come from some sort of phantasmal force, for I could not see it. One thing was for certain, this illusionary light was guiding me and as I followed it the trees uprooted themselves, moving away with creeks and groans. I followed the light for what must have been hours, my eyes locked completely on the luminary delusion and the further I followed, the darker the forest around me grew and the more the shadows began to creep and crawl.

The shadows were strange, skittering around as if being manipulated like some sort of marionette. They danced around on the ground, gruesome images of gremlins and ghouls lumbering about and soon I heard a faint noise. No, I did not hear the noise but I felt it. I felt the noise reverberating against my bones, chilling my spine, and boiling my blood. The noise must have been laughter, but not just laughter but laughter and talking. The jargon was undecipherable, speaking in mixed tones and syntax and causing my ears to shake ever so slightly. The noise grew in volume and yet I still continued to follow the light, and there was still more to be seen.

As the wicked shadows moved about, I felt more than just noise against my bones but the gazes of many. I looked to my sides, noticing a peculiarity that nearly made me jump; the trees began to take on gruesome visages. I stayed close to the light and my nerves were calmed, but still the trees pecked at my mind with their gnarled bark and ebon eyes. The faces were many, some in the midst of laughter, some filled to their limits with rage and anger, others smirking a wicked, sly smirk, and as the light and I grew deeper into the forest, the tree took on murderous masks. The laughing trees turned into sick, twisted trees whose contortions seemed frighten even the twirling shadow dancers. The angered ones rose above the others in size, limbs thick and their eyes began to ooze a viscous, crimson substance in which I did not even wish to guess what it was. Then the smirking trees, their faces turned more sinister than the rest, became the faces of psychopaths. They became the faces of the predator, closing in on its prey with a grin of self-satisfaction sliding across their homicidal faces. I remained close to the light, still feeling its warm embrace, fighting back the powerful gazes of the trees and the terrible laughter of the shadows.

Then I saw it! I saw a clearing, a beautiful sunlit clearing ahead, just waiting to be entered and practically begging me to come near with its warm embrace. The light seemed to pick up speed, and I with it, as we raced to the clearing but strangely enough the trees still became more gnarled, the shadows becoming larger, and the noise becoming louder. I was almost to freedom, to peace, and suddenly my luminous friend began to dim and flicker about, the shadows starting to claw at the orb with malicious hands. I attempted to swat them away as I saw this, my face contorting with anger as I kicked and slapped at the hands to keeps them away from my only light source. As I fought with the shadows, I failed to notice that the clearing had vanished, that the trees had covered the exit, and now they grew around me and my dimming friend. The shadows closed in as well, dancing about with their laughter and, perhaps, even song. The orb started to flicker again, and again. I looked to it with a pained expression, shaking my head as I tried to touch it, trying to think of how I could fix it but there was no hope. My light had went out as I touched it, the numerous laughs and voices grew into one baleful chuckle that shook the trees and brought me to my knees. And then, everything had gone dark behind the dim light of the trees’ eyes, piercing through my soul and watching my torment. I then awoke with a scream, brow sweaty, and body shaking.

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