the empty cave reading room - Short Story
The Eyes of the I's of the Dreams
written by Christopher David Miner
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Okay, so the whole time blood is coming out of her eyes, she's still laughing. Her laughing is so loud that it seems like it's shaking the car and everything. Her laugh is almost freaking me out more than the blood, and the blood is really coming out. I wouldn't quite say gushing or anything, but I mean a lot is coming out from under her eyelids, and her eyes aren't even fully open, so I still can't see them.
Then she brings her hands up to cover her face, you know, like sometimes when you're laughing so hard and you just have to cover your face. So, when she does this, I mean putting her hands on her face, her hands of course are getting all bloody. I mean there's a hell of a lot of blood streaking all down her face. It's getting on her dress, the seat belt, the car, everywhere.
As if I wasn't terrified enough, she reaches out towards me with her right hand. Her left hand is still over her face. Anyway, she's reaching for me all slow with her bloody right hand, and you know how somethimes in dreams you try to scream and you can't, or you try to move and you can't, well, that's what was happening to me.
I was pretty weirded out, I mean really scared. While all that was happening I could hear this "thump thump, thump thump" going on. It sounded like some tribal rhythm. It was really quiet at first, but slowly got louder and louder, and the car we were in was going faster and faster, and suddenly I'm back in the living room of that party, and the rhythm is so loud, it's pounding my whole body, and I can't help but move to the rhythm like all the people around me. The "thump thump, thump thump" turns to "pound pound, pound pound". And I'm moving to the rhythm faster and faster and it seems like I've been dancing for hours. My body is growing tired, but I can't stop moving, and my lungs are trying to breathe, but I'm moving too fast, and the beat is pounding and pounding too hard for me to catch my breath. The rhythm is so powerful that it fills the room and I feel like I could reach out, grab hold of it and ride it. But my body was getting more and more tired until I eventually collapsed, or just passed out or something, and that's the last thing I remember of that dream.
I had that one last week, and I had another one last night. You know the girl with her eyes closed? She was in it again.
She was just standing there in a little black dress with ripped up tights, and here's the weird part. All she was doing was standing there and crying, and I guess her eyes weren't closed this time, but I still couldn't see them because she had her hands over her face, with her head bent towards the ground. All I could do was watch. I couldn't do anything else, and she just wouldn't stop crying. It was almost pathetic, but not quite. Her tears were too real to be called pathetic.
Anyway, as I was watching her, I felt like my heart was going to pound its way right out of my body. Then everything I saw seemed to be tinted red, like my vision was being filtered through a red lens or something. I liked it, though. I could see better.
She collapsed.
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