I actually forgot about writing this Dream down even though it was one of the unforgettable ones I've had. I call this Dream BloodChild and I actually wanted to draw it into a comic to illustrate what happened but I got sidetracked and thought of just writing it down.
Its nighttime in the middle of a forest. There's a soft, warm glow ahead behind a curtain of trees. If you approach closer, you'll see a giant camp full of people in bright colors and patterns of all kinds. Showgirls with large feathers in their costumes. Harlequins with paint on their faces juggling bowling pins and balls together. Acrobats practicing their new routines by themselves and caretakers leading their animals back into their cages. A traveling circus have stopped for the night and were settling down after a long day's work. But all is not merry. Somewhere in a lonely corner of the camp is a cage nestled with a shallow floor of hay, barely enough to fight the night's cold. Within the dark cage is a ragged girl. Her hands covered in metal cases and chained to the floor.
She is cold and hungry and is terrorized by nightmares. In her blackest memories are the ringmaster and his mistresses caging and humiliating her like she was part of the freakshow. Her only friend comes to visit her whenever he can. He cuddles up in her neck and they sleep throughout the cold. He brings scraps of food; its not much but his effort was enough to make her smile. Her only friend was a mouse. He was her secret friend. He was small, but his presence gave her more hope than she could contain.
But one evening, as she awaited her friend's visit once more, she saw in the distance the circus children trying to catch something in a paper box. It was her friend, running away for his life. The circus children were ruthless, bratty spawns just like the ringmaster. Having no voice, she could not call out to her friend and holler the kids away, but what good would it do anyway. All she could do was watch in despair as her friend was captured and tossed about in the box. The children then put the box on the ground, and just when she thought they were leaving him alone, one of the children brought his club. As the wood brought its weight onto the box, they could hear a fragile smash of bone and flesh. The box was slowly becoming soggy with the mouse's blood and how they laughed at the sight. How they laughed... and laughed... And how she cried... and cried...
No... Her crying must stop. She will stand no more...
Her eyes are pale and blind with rage. She tears off her chains and breaks free from her cage. While the children are standing there, hopelessly bewildered and petrified with fear, with a swift movement of her hand she slices the air in front of them. For the first moment, it looked as if nothing happened. But in seconds the children's bodies fall, sliced in halves. Soon the whole camp in in chaos and screams of terror fill the once-empty forest in the dead of night. She kills every last single one of them with utmost pleasure as tears stream from her eyes.
When it is done, she is left alone by a little creek with her friend in her arms. His box already his coffin, she sends him off on his voyage and watches him go with the stream. She says her silent farewell, waving him away. Her ash-grey eyes have grown blood-shot red. She has no more tears left to cry. She sits by the creek for a long while till some hours before dawn, she sees a boat rowing gently before her. There is an elderly couple in peasant clothes and with kind faces. They ask her questions, but she was unable to speak. They took her in, having pity. The farmer's wife wraps her up in sheets and cuddle her. She falls asleep as the couple whisk her away from the forest, not knowing whose blood were on her clothes and face.
When I first had this Dream, I actually wanted to make this into a comic or a graphic novel :D That would've been awesome. But since my schedule's tighter than Russel Brand's pants, I gotta save this for a sweeter time when I'm free.
