I’ve had more dreams – some nights they don’t wake me up, and other nights I wake up sweating and shaking. Last night was a bad one, with that cursed portal, humming and shrieking and filling my head with fear and a deep horror. There was something beyond it, on the other side of the portal, but I can’t be sure.. I don’t think I want to look at it, I don’t want to know. It just sits there, hovering over that blasted, damned landscape, and I just feel terror. I thought that was the extent of it – I thought it was a nightmare scene, a hellish dreamscape. Nothing like that could ever exist in the real world, right?
I have been doing research on World War I, trying to learn as much as I can about what my Great Grandfather went though, trying to understand as much as I can. I’m terrified- I truly am, I’ve never been so scared in my life – but I am determined to understand what happened to my great grandfather and my Grandpa Joe, and hopefully through that, to understand what is happening to me.
As I was doing this research I found a picture – the one I posted above – and then dozens more like it. Pictures of World War I trench warfare and something called ‘no man’s land’; I’d never seen anything like it before. No, that’s not entirely true. I realized with shaking hands that the images I was seeing – real photographs from World War 1 – matched the hellish landscapes of my worse nightmares, in the dreams with the soldier figure and that cursed portal. All this time, I thought I was seeing some nightmarish world pulled from my darkest imaginings, and the whole time I was seeing real scenes of World War I, a very real hell on earth that my great grandfather experienced firsthand.
I think this changes a lot concerning the dreams. What else does it mean?