Dreams

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I tried my hardest to remember my dreams, but I kept forgetting. I know why so many people can never recall what they had seen the night prior, why it seems so familiar, yet you can’t remember. The thoughts, the images, are on the tip of your finger, but you can’t quite see them, it’s to protect you. Your brain is keeping them out. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I know it’s too late for me. Don’t make the same mistake I made. If you have a bad dream, hope to God you forget it. And if you have a dream that you just want to remember, don’t. Let it slip away, let it go, forgotten in the endless void. There are things we just don’t understand, and hopefully we never will. The things that lurk just outside our understanding, our comprehension… The things on the border of our imagination, our dreams, are watching you. They are waiting for their chance to break through, to get inside. You have the power to keep them out, don’t be stupid like me, I was curious, naive. Some people say that when we draw something, it comes to life. Everything we create, becomes something new, something wonderful. With each children’s scribbles, to an artist’s masterpiece, we create worlds for these cartoonish ideas to inhabit. If you’ve ever seen Chalkzone, you probably believed this as a kid. But what most people don’t know, is that there are things that we didn’t make… Things that have always been there, waiting… Waiting for us. We are nothing to them, we are just doors. Please, whatever you do, don’t let them in. No matter how long they knock, no matter how hard… Don’t. Open. The door.

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Dreams

Submitted: December 15, 2014

I tried my hardest to remember my dreams, but I kept forgetting. I know why so many people can never recall what they had seen the night prior, why it seems so familiar, yet you can’t remember. The thoughts, the images, are on the tip of your finger, but you can’t quite see them, it’s to protect you. Your brain is keeping them out. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I know it’s too late for me. Don’t make the same mistake I made. If you have a bad dream, hope to God you forget it. And if you have a dream that you just want to remember, don’t. Let it slip away, let it go, forgotten in the endless void. There are things we just don’t understand, and hopefully we never will. The things that lurk just outside our understanding, our comprehension… The things on the border of our imagination, our dreams, are watching you. They are waiting for their chance to break through, to get inside. You have the power to keep them out, don’t be stupid like me, I was curious, naive. Some people say that when we draw something, it comes to life. Everything we create, becomes something new, something wonderful. With each children’s scribbles, to an artist’s masterpiece, we create worlds for these cartoonish ideas to inhabit. If you’ve ever seen Chalkzone, you probably believed this as a kid. But what most people don’t know, is that there are things that we didn’t make… Things that have always been there, waiting… Waiting for us. We are nothing to them, we are just doors. Please, whatever you do, don’t let them in. No matter how long they knock, no matter how hard… Don’t. Open. The door. Read Chapter

Submitted: December 15, 2014

Mance, after taking in all the evidence, gives Daniel's apartment one last look. Read Chapter