It started with a gust of hot wind – I remember the feeling of the wind on my skin, felt it tearing at my face, and I remember how it felt like the heat of an oven. The landscape was grey and smoky and blasted with deep craters, and I could feel the grit and rocks underneath my bare feet. I swear, even though I know it’s not possible in a dream, I could feel sharp bits of stone pressing painfully into the soles of my feet – they actually hurt. You can’t feel pain in a dream, right?
I stood there, in this insane dreamscape, and I felt so much fear it was like I couldn’t breathe – even though in dreams I don’t think you really need to breathe. I expected the doorway – I felt that I was going to be face to face with it, or dragged into it somehow – I felt that same level of dread and foreboding. I heard something, too; some kind of rhythmic sound like humming or chanting that came and went on the hot wind. I think I heard something behind me, and so I turned. Continue reading