The Devil: Death to Our Souls ©

Darkness strives to torture and limit our vision, stripping away the light of our soul.

     If there is anything I can state openly, about the dream I experienced today, April 12^th, 2013 at 5 am, is that we need to become aware of the darkness which lurks to destroy the peace in this world. The following is disturbing and intended for a mature audience. If you proceed in reading, you are contending to be of mature (legal) age.  Depart from the book knowledge (just this once) and look into yourself for the understanding already contained within your spirit. Reconnect to the collective subconscious. Respect each other and actively advocate for world peace and an end to violence.

The Nightmare:
     I saw a couple, a man and a woman, who were chatting inside their small bathroom. They had decided, to shower together in order to speed up their routine, as they spoke of an engagement they were to attend early that evening. While in the shower, they heard the bathroom door open. The woman pulled the shower curtain aside and peered out to see who it was. She saw a man standing in their bathroom. He was tall, olive toned with short, straight black hair. A bandage was wrapped around his right, perhaps of some sort of laceration. With dark eyes, the man stared at her, startling the woman. Calmly, the stranger closed the narrow bathroom door and sat down on the toilet which faced it. The couple shut the shower off and pulled the curtain aside completely. Alarmed and frightened, they held each other as they crouched down in the bath tub. The stranger reached for a bat which he brought in to the bathroom, along with other items. He swung the bat, hitting the woman’s husband on the head, rendering him unconscious. The woman held her husband’s head while crying and screaming loudly, as she shook him in an attempt to reawaken him. The perpetrator swung the bat close to the woman in an attempt to further scare her.
     Sitting back down and never once speaking a word, he continued staring at her. She looked to the door and saw it was unlocked, yet the small bathroom did not allow for her to make a sprint towards it. He noticed her eyes shifting behind her brown glasses, towards the door knob. Smirking, he reached for the knob and pushed the brass colored button in, engaging the lock. Somehow, I could hear her thoughts for escape. I could feel her hopelessness. This stranger would be the last person she would see. Her husband began to move and groan. Reaching for him, she shook him. Now awake, he saw the man sitting on the toilet and remembered the strike to his head. Though he was awake, his body remained sluggish and limp.
     The couple embraced each other, not knowing the purpose for this stranger’s act of violence. What did he want? Why was he here? The man reached for a small container. Holding it in his right hand, he tossed its’ contents directly at the woman’s face. She felt a burning sensation and her husband’s screams drowned out her thoughts. Within seconds, the vision in her right eye was lost. This was some sort of acid and soon, the mad man reached for another container to repeat the process. Now blind in both eyes and barely breathing, her hands found the wall on the right. While her hands pounded against it, the mad man grabbed her, pulling her out of the bath tub. Her husband was threatened with the same fate if he dared move. He reached for a small clear bottle with a twist off dropper. The liquid inside the small bottle was an anesthetic which he emptied into the woman’s mouth by a dropper full. She refused to swallow at first, but had no other choice but to do so, for the fear she had of her husband suffering the same fate. Her body became numb. This was the end.