See me no more
I am without a face
Shapeless
All the world to not exist
All the world to be
Never a part of an existence
Held back, never free

Shifting, drifting, floating through
The chaos is not what’s senseless
My misled friend it’s you
Does that mean I’m the chaos?
Boo fucking hoo

The minds under attack
The minds under siege
They’re stabbing from all over
The mind cries to me
Separate
That’s all that’s left

Dreamlands lie open
Which road to take?
Too late, you’ve had your time
The roads are no more there
I feel nothing beneath my feet
I see no sky
I can’t see the wind
Perfection achieved
My dream that will never be

Being religious is just a more accepted way of saying that you are not in control of your own actions or your own existence ....

I've been challenged...by entities not of this world...Grotesque looking faces materialize into view. They leer at me daring me to step into the field of battle that is already raging in full force. I take a deep breath, trying my best to hide the fear I walk in calmly. I look around me to see if I have any allies. So far I see no one. The battle continues…who’s fighting who I’m not entirely sure. What I do know for sure is that I have been targeted and I am being attacked from all sides yet I stubbornly hold my ground and hit back. I see bright lights all over. It’s disorienting. I don’t know which way to turn. No turning back now anyway. Now would be a good time for my dragon counterpart to turn up, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Suddenly I feel a distress signal break out inside me. She’s being attacked too. A well planned strike I must say. But you don’t yet know who you’re dealing with.
This place I’m in shows signs of great prosperity. A vast field that was once home to many creatures and spirits. Now I see nothing but sadness. The flowers and trees dead and stained with blood, a river that once flowed proudly now carries blood and corpses of many things. And still the battle rages. I strike at the demons with all my strength, but I feel myself weakening. I now see other beings entering the fray. Friends? Apparently so. I don’t know who they are but their presence gives me strength. These spirits or whatever they are now begin to attack these malicious demons. We are outnumbered but far stronger. I think…
But they’re numbers keep growing. I don’t understand it. Where are they all coming from? I’m not even sure about where we are. Do I control what happens here? I am the writer of dreams after all…but somehow I still feel too weak unleash my full potential. There’s something missing in me….something that once gave me all the energy I needed to fight these demons. It’s gone now. This seems futile. Somewhere far away I hear a voice cry for retreat. We’re fleeing the battle. I close my eyes and open them again to find myself in my room weak and shivering. I feel shamed…I don’t know if I can keep fighting…but I know I must…
These unearthly entities, they don’t know who they’re dealing with yet. I imagine they must now be celebrating their victory. Well enjoy it while it lasts. I will come back, I will keep fighting even though I know it will end up destroying me.

They need to be taught a lesson

Do not fuck with the writer of dreams

The last trace
Of a connection fails
Fades away
Unnoticed
Defeated
I’m no longer the world
The world no longer me
A world unto myself

A reflection of creation
Of the universe and all that stands
Lies in oneself
Designs made by these unskilled hands
Lines, webs, labyrinths
Artfully crafted disorder
For the blissfully ignorant mind

Why are we so afraid of something that will never be?
Fantasies of things
Greater than me
Greater than you
You were never awakened
You were put to an even deeper sedated sleep

The last voice
Of reason dies
Drugged out, we run to hide
Awaken, sleep
It’s all the same
Your creator, your force
An illusion of grandeur
For wretched cowards
Who can never accept
The fruitlessness
Of a so called higher purpose

I stare at the dead end in front of me...Wait...That wasn't there before!!! A sign looks at me uninvitingly..."Fuck off," the sign says. i place my hand on the wall, run my hand on the cold cement. I feel a tingling sensation running through my hand and shooting through my body. Electric currents, telling me to stay away from whats beyond...But what am i to do? I feel limitless, yet confined...barricaded by layers of contamination.

I turn back...Wasn't there a path here? where is it? Another wall....I'm trapped. Dont scream for help....what a waste of time...and breath...no one can hear...how is someone to hear? you dont exist...does that mean the walls dont exist? why do i see...aaah the wall behind me just fell...suddenly i feel rather thirsty...i yearn to step out of my cemented cage...I see...Nothing...That is if you can call pitch blackness nothing....I still remain in my cemented confinement looking straight ahead, then down...What is this i see? Can i venture out into it?

How long will this passage stay open before its closed by the wall again? Is it of any use staying open anyway? My cement square feels like its floating in nothingness...I feel like I'm floating in the square...Wightless...but held back by whats ahead...not knowing what lies behind...The back wall remains open...Should i step out? What will happen if i do? Only one way to find out eh? Lets fucking do it...

I take a deep breath

My skin turns cold

The square starts getting smaller

So I step out

And I fall...