3.30.2005

0011

You are the Dreamer's dream. You are the nightmare.

3.25.2005

0010

Marsha entered through the blue door, unsure of where it would lead her. The room was dark and thus the exact dimensions were imperceptible to her young eyes. The door closed behind her swiftly and silently yet she had no urge to double back, for she knew that she had to do what she was there to do. Hands shaking, Marsha reached into her pocket to grab the flashlight she desperately needed for the task laid out before her, but as she did so a metallic scraping sound caught her ears and held her still. Before her mind could even begin to form the urge for her to turn and run through the blue door it was already busy processing the sudden mixture of stinging heat and numbing pain eminating from her left arm. As her adrenaline level rose and shock began to sink in, Marsha knew that what was happening to her was no real cause for fear, yet she fell towards the floor anyway, in what seemed an eternity of time and motion. Despite the pain, her mind grasped the idea that as she should have hit the floor she was in fact continuing her downward descent and gaining speed in what seemed an ever increasing rate. As she fell the wind rushing around her seemed to wear at her flesh, dissolving her tissues bit by bit until she could no longer feel herself as a physical being but as something else entirely. The wind was no longer screaming in her ears for she had none to hear with anyway. Now her thoughts were the only thing her mind could hear or understand. Through her mind's eye Marsha began to see vague images of the life she had just left and knew that there was to be no going back. Her journey had taken an unexpected path, yet she felt at peace and this did not worry her. The images soon faded and were replaced by one new image, an image of a face she had never before seen. The face seemed to address her presence, its eyes staring straight forward into her inner self. As Marsha pondered the vision before her its mouth opened as if to say something but before her consciousness could bear witness to what was to be said...

3.23.2005

0001

You are not welcome here. You have been warned.