Posts tagged: keyhole
I don’t often remember my dreams, but when I do I try to record them. After a prolonged dry-spell, I had one today (forgive the grammatical and punctuational errors. I just woke up GodDAMMIT).
The first I remember of the dream was waking up inside the dream and finding that I had a very large hole in the front of my torso. It wasn’t bleeding, and it looked deliberate and tidy. It was a shape similar to that of a keyhole in which a skeleton key might fit (a very large skeleton key considering the hole took up most of my chest and abs). I looked inside and could see my organs pulsating, still doing their work as if nothing were wrong, my regard for this view of my innards was sort of the same as how I might feel while watching the inner workings of a clock, but this shifted quite suddenly to feeling very exposed and in danger. I had a feeling something shoud be there, covering the hole. Strangely, it never occurred to me in the dream that muscles and skin should be there, I seemed to think a device of some kind belonged there. I looked around and found it a few feet away on the floor. I don’t remember the details of my surroundings, but I was indoors, in some kind of room. I grabbed the device which looked like…its pretty fuzzy, but it reminds me now of the old Transformers action figures I loved when I was a kid. I tried to shove it into the giant ‘keyhole’ in the front of my body, but something obstructed it. Frustrated, I inspected the device only to find that a small plastic bag containing a tiny booklet had been attached to it by a twist-tie. It looked like thos instruction manuals that come with every electronic whatever. A stranger (whos arrival I had not noticed) began to tell me it was a bad sign. “they know” he told me. Apparently “They” didn’t like people removing their devices, and seeing into themselves. The stranger explained They would hunt me down and empty out my insides and plug up the key shaped hole. I was horrified. He told me they track you somehow through your artwork. Then I noticed all the drawings and paintings and sculptures lying around the room. The stranger and I jumped up and began smashing them all, ripping them, stomping on them. All the fear and panic vanished as I destroyed all my work. It felt gratifying. I felt like a little kid. Suddenly I noticed I was bleeding. A long thin red line appeared just beneath the keyhole, in my abdomen. I grabbed a white towel and wiped it away. There was no cut, nothing. The blood returned, as if it were seeping through my skin rather than flowing from a wound. I wiped it away again. But I couldnt stop the bleeding, My skin could no longer contain my blood, it was losing integrity. Just as panic returned full force, I woke up.