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August,9th,2008
The Deformed Music Box...
This Dream I named out of it's literal meaning...I start off within a dark stage...for a few minutes everything, and everyone are acting normal...Then suddenly the room goes black as I seem to be the only 1 there...The chair's Arm resting pads suddenly envelope my arms with this blade tentacles and pierce through the top of my hands keeping me from moving as I scream I don't seem to catch anyone's attentions...but then suddenly the lights dim and a Horribly deformed man appears as the cur tens separate and the spotlight highlights the deformed gentleman. Soon after appearing on stage, the man grabs a box and begins to twirl the handle on the side.(kind of like a jack-in-the-Box.) but it only plays Music, when i hear the rhythm and beat start, a Beautiful young woman appears and sings with a beautiful voice beyond which you'd never imagine. So feminine and perfect it was like hearing an Angel sing...She sings about my views and beliefs which puzzles then startles me at first but she talks about infinite Time, Life, death, Religions, reality, even Life spans...as she almost comes to an end with the song Her flesh and her Age begins to dissolve and increase dramatically...He flesh drops like pudding hitting the floor...The "Splattering" and the "Slushing" of these globs of loose and jelly-like Flesh disgusts me I begin to cry for my existence as I too fall into this odd trance...The woman continues singing as her voice sounds...polluted even Corrupted...She's a half flesh melted Skeleton and the deformed gentleman drops the Music box which he was turning for this entire time and sits on the piano but plays the same Rhythm...A Choir of horribly deformed members of I guess would be a "Choir" came out from the Haunted ground and do the other effects from the song they had developed...The once "beautiful Young" woman's body shatters as her head stays within the air still singing with a Dead tone now...the choir Shatters and her head falls to the floor. The chair vanishes as well as the tentacle blades which restrained me...I know stand in a pure white void as the chair too evaporated...and I awoke...but for a minute I felt...Empty...Depressed...and Saddened...
- by Animus Eradico |
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- | Submitted on 08/16/2008 |
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- Title: The Deformed Music Box...
- Artist: Animus Eradico
- Description: This was a dream I had when after my 2nd week of philosophy Researching...it was rather disturbing and Creepy to me...
- Date: 08/16/2008
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Dark Mad Hatter Mistress - 04/17/2009
- This is great! I would have loved to have that kind of dream. It inspires me to draw scenes, but there are so many ways to draw them, I wouldn't know how...
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- -N4tUr4LlY_DiStUrBeD- - 12/13/2008
- That was creepy.I'd be terrified if i had that dream
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- Xx_The_Silent_xX - 08/16/2008
- first big brother thats rlly deep and scary
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