…woke up terrified and horrified that my own subconscious could be so cold. some sadistic id inside focusing on punishing my own self, the part of me that likes to think it’s me. he took on the shape of a notorious english actor but larger than in real life, i met him, he too is short like the others.
The menace ingratiated himself into every one around me and no-one would believe my warnings. he had an answer for their every objection and found his way into my inner circle, at least those coming round to my fictitious flat. how twisted geography becomes in nightmarish dreams. the inevitable massacre i skipped out on to save for my conscious mind to ruminate on. a bloodbath of that i’m sure. he is still there, waiting…
‘Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a King, but waking no such matter.’ Q87.
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