7/19/2005
Words from the waking world: Some nights are full of dreams but, for unknown reasons, the dreams are not remembered. Last night was one of those nights, plenty of dreams but none remembered. Rather than leave this entry blank, I will relate a recurring dream that started about 15 years ago and I last had about 6 months ago.
Recurring dream 1: I am lying in a cold basement. The room is dimly lit by torches set in sconces high up on the stone walls. Around the room are arched passageways that lead into darkness. It may be a trick of the light but the dream appears to be in black and white and looks a lot like the set from a bad 1950's horror movie.
There is a low, guttural murmuring sound that resonates through my chest.
Although I cannot lift myself to look around, I can see that I am chained to a large stone altar in the center of the room.
The murmur grows in volume. As it increases, I become aware of dark figures all around me. They are in the room but unseen. They move in unison around the altar chanting. I chant with them.
We are waiting for me to be sacrificed. I am unafraid. Being chosen for as the sacrifice is a great honor and I am looking forward to when the "one" comes to release me.
There is something strangely sexual about everything that is happening. I am strongly aroused and am anticipating that the moment of death will also be a time of sexual release.
The chanting has deepened and I can feel it throughout my body like the reverberations of a bass drum. The one who will release me is getting closer, the unseen ones around me are moving faster. Torches flicker. I am sweaty and cold at the same time.
I pull against the chains holding me in place; not to be free but to get closer to the source of the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body. The chanting is faster, deeper and is resonating through my body into the stone altar and creating a harmonic hum that shakes the earth.
I am chanting with the others and realize that the word that I am chanting is backwards. I know what it is forwards but I keep chanting it backwards. Over and over. Over and over until I hear myself saying the word "syrinx" out loud. Backwards. In the waking world.
Words from the waking world: This dream has many variations but the basic theme is always the same: I am to be sacrificed on a dark subterranean altar. Sometimes the participants are seen while other times they are not. There is always chanting. Most often it is just rhythmic gibberish, only once was it spoken backwards. I often wake with the sound of the chant coming from my waking mouth. Sometimes I see the one that will be releasing/killing me but most often I do not. I am always strongly sexually stimulated by the dream.
Recurring dream 1: I am lying in a cold basement. The room is dimly lit by torches set in sconces high up on the stone walls. Around the room are arched passageways that lead into darkness. It may be a trick of the light but the dream appears to be in black and white and looks a lot like the set from a bad 1950's horror movie.
There is a low, guttural murmuring sound that resonates through my chest.
Although I cannot lift myself to look around, I can see that I am chained to a large stone altar in the center of the room.
The murmur grows in volume. As it increases, I become aware of dark figures all around me. They are in the room but unseen. They move in unison around the altar chanting. I chant with them.
We are waiting for me to be sacrificed. I am unafraid. Being chosen for as the sacrifice is a great honor and I am looking forward to when the "one" comes to release me.
There is something strangely sexual about everything that is happening. I am strongly aroused and am anticipating that the moment of death will also be a time of sexual release.
The chanting has deepened and I can feel it throughout my body like the reverberations of a bass drum. The one who will release me is getting closer, the unseen ones around me are moving faster. Torches flicker. I am sweaty and cold at the same time.
I pull against the chains holding me in place; not to be free but to get closer to the source of the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body. The chanting is faster, deeper and is resonating through my body into the stone altar and creating a harmonic hum that shakes the earth.
I am chanting with the others and realize that the word that I am chanting is backwards. I know what it is forwards but I keep chanting it backwards. Over and over. Over and over until I hear myself saying the word "syrinx" out loud. Backwards. In the waking world.
Words from the waking world: This dream has many variations but the basic theme is always the same: I am to be sacrificed on a dark subterranean altar. Sometimes the participants are seen while other times they are not. There is always chanting. Most often it is just rhythmic gibberish, only once was it spoken backwards. I often wake with the sound of the chant coming from my waking mouth. Sometimes I see the one that will be releasing/killing me but most often I do not. I am always strongly sexually stimulated by the dream.
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