The Dark Dreamer

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Disturbed by his dreams of late Dr. Philip Howards begins to enter them into his journal. What horrifying visions have come to him? Is he merely being manipulated by the Darkness?

Submitted: May 20, 2018

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“Before all things, there was only Darkness”
 
May 27th 2018:
My nights have been restless since the encounter with Chance, and the Darkness within him. The broken bodies of those who were behind the shattered glass haunt me unceasingly. It if frightening how they died so gruesomely, before even making the slightest sound. When I do finally manage some semblance of sleep my dreams are terrible visions. I am taken to a world devoid of all. There is no light, no sense of time, no warmth. Just bitter, endless darkness. It envelopes everything like a blanket of death. There is no life in my dreams. I just float within a sea of blackness without so much as the slightest twinkling of distant stars. The very air itself feels thick, and heavy as it enters my lungs which are so desperate for more. 
 
The wound I should have had from where his dagger like nail pierced my chest vanished that same day. I tried to tell the police who came in the room that I was stabbed through the chest, but there was no visible evidence. My descent into madness was becoming apparent to others now. They have often talked amongst themselves of my theories, and ideals being lunacy. I tried to go back and replay the video from the security camera, but after Chance falls asleep the video turns to static. No matter how I try to prove myself sane I am thwarted at every turn. All the help I have brought to those in need. Those poor damned souls lost to the Darkness. I alone was able to bring them peace. Peace in knowing they were not alone, that others had also confronted the eternal emptiness. Not all is lost, however, these new found dreams that I have so unwillingly received, have given me insight into its thoughts. 
 
The moments while I was pierced by its shadowy finger I could feel its thoughts. I sensed its will, and could scarcely fathom the breadth of it. This ancient darkness has been the only true constant in the universe. Before what we call the big bang that created the spark of life. Before all things there was only Darkness. It ruled over the nothingness, and relished in it. I am unsure if the big bang was created by the entity do to the boredom of its empty kingdom, or if it was some otherworldly being who chose to spring life into the cosmos. The true form of this Darkness I so often speak is unimaginable. A truly unspeakable horror that consumes all things. It is shapeless, bodiless, and if anything it is just a mass of tendrils that reaches into infinity. 
 
The sudden stirring of this darkness whose name I have come to know as Daks’izototh or as sweet Emily would say ‘Daxi” I believe is do to the rise of men, and their hunger for light. Cities that never go dark. Power plants putting out heat, and energy at levels never before seen. Men have always warded off the darkness in some way or another. This time Daks’izototh seeks to reclaim all things. As he was the first, so to shall he be the last. 
 
-Dr Philip Howards.
 
May 29th 2018:
It is 3:36 am. I have just awoken from a horrible nightmarish dream. I must write down what I witnessed before my mind forgets the visions it had. Once more I was drifting through the blackness. No stars, planets, or light just infinite night. I could feel the terrible voice of Daks’izototh clawing its way into my mind. I am unclear what he was trying to tell me. Suddenly I was teleported back to earth, but it was not the earth I know today. It was a desolate wasteland of death, and decay. Corpses lined the streets enmass. Buildings were crumbling to dust all around me. Darkness had gripped the very sun, and choked every bit of light from it. The carrion birds feasted upon an ocean of death. Wild beasts roamed the once bustling city streets, reclaiming their lost kingdoms. Nature had taken back what was hers. Daks’izototh had plunged the world into a cold oblivion where only creatures of the night could walk. It was if man had gone to war against itself trying to destroy one another. I cried out. Asking myself, to what end? Was it we who plunged our home into eternal night? Was it the will of the Dark One himself that we do so? Did his shadowy tendrils reach into the hearts of men, and turn them on each other? 
 
Am I truly mad? Have I had a vision of things to come? These are questions that burn in my mind. Am I simply being toyed with by an ancient being? I have lead a good life, and have been a good man. Striving for knowledge to better myself and those around me. 
 
So many voices now. Mocking me. Telling me I did it all for myself. I did not seek this knowledge for the benefit of all, but to sate my own thirst. The unquenchable desire to learn of the unknown. Ancient otherworldly beings whose very existence disproves thousands of years of religion, and beliefs. YES. I did do it for myself I wanted to show all the feeble minded that there has only ever been one true god. Before all things there was Darkness, and SO TO SHALL THERE BE AT THE END OF DAYS…
 
The ink trails off the edge of the paper as Philip crashes to the ground. Seething blood from his eyes, and ears. It is unknown what happened to him that night,  his body was never recovered. All that remained was his journal, and the blood that soaked into his bedroom carpet. 


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