Time Management.

It has been a while since I’ve written here (obviously) so I figured it was time to update. It is just too bad that I can’t think of anything interesting to write about. How about I tell you about a dream I had?

Answer me.

Fine. I’m going to do it anyway.

I was laying in bed with a cute brunette with awesome tats that I met a few months back. No, I can’t remember her name. Don’t interrupt. She got up and left the room and when she shut the door behind her every bit of light in the room was extinguished. I’m not sure how long I laid by myself in the pitch black but I started to feel like I was underwater after a while. I was getting very disoriented and started to feel like I was pitching and rolling like I was on a boat. [Lisa, the cute brunette's name was Lisa.] Suddenly I was surrounded by fire as if the sun was rising from my floor. I clenched my eyes as tight as I could but the burning was unbearable. Eventually it stopped and I was able to open my eyes again. I was lying on a hot desert floor, it was dark and there was nothing around me for miles. I somehow knew that the sun was going to be rising soon and I needed to find some kind of shelter. I started walking and after a few hours I saw a large shadow looming in the darkness ahead of me. I walked on until I could see that it was a giant stone jutting from the scorched ground. I finally reached the stone and sat with my back to it just waiting for the sun to rise again. I was very tired and the stone was smooth and cool so I fell asleep against it.

I “woke up” with a jolt and saw that the sun was beginning to rise and ahead of me was an unfamiliar shape. I started to get very nervous when I realized that the shape was coming towards me. As it drew nearer a horrible stench coated the air around me making it thick and almost unbearable to breath. Trying not to gag I realized that the thing coming towards me was a giant goat with dead eyes covered with cataracts. His hair was matted with gore and his horns were cracked, chipped and darker than the night around us. They curled and spiraled around his massive head until they became sharp points directly in front of him. He was stoic and ancient and I felt unwelcome.

He stopped about 10 feet from me and I began to stand using the stone to support me. We stared at each other in silence until the sun had risen and set three times. Then, without warning, he charged at me and plunged his horns through my chest and into the rock behind me. I could no longer see but I could feel his hot breath on my stomach and my blood spilling to the ground and splattering onto my feet. I felt ashamed that I had died this way but knew that when he had plunged his horns into the stone he had trapped himself.

That was my dream. I’ll try and update this more often.

~Nick

~ by nicktriplesix on June 8, 2008.